2. traitor
"W-where am I?"
That was the first thing I croaked out of my dry mouth while looking around from the ground, drinking all the details from the place while trying to figure out where I was.
It looked like an abandoned warehouse; it almost looked like Doc Ocks hideout. Almost. It was to ... worn out? His hideout does look worn out, like the socks that hide at the bottom of a laundry basket - but this place... looks like the dead mouse that your cat gifts you by placing it under your bed.
The place looked horrible, horrendous even.
I got up from my fetus position, my body groaning and cracking in protests because of the hard and dusty floor I laid on.
Whilst looking around I found a broken window, its pieces decorating the dirty ground of the big storeroom, its little splitters reflecting the light creating little rainbows and unmasking the dirty powder which - we humans call dust - with its reflection and the warm light the sun shines into the building gifting warmth and brightness.
I slowly stalked to the light in hopes of finding out where I am.
As my bare feet got to an appropriate distance - of not cutting up my feet and the possibility of seeing the world that the warehouse residents on.
I could see big buildings piling up at one place, cars driving some of them in a traffic jam, or drivers honking frantically from the distance - I was next to a big city - an outskirt.
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As I got into the city I got stares, who wouldn't?
Wouldn't you stare if you saw someone barefooted in a nightgown with weird-looking 'wings'?
That's also probably the reason why people avoid me or ignore me when I approach them.
As I started to lose all of my hope 2 Woman with brown - or was it red ? -anyways hair.
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I sat in a room with a donut sneaking Mr. Osborn and May, who was having a hushed conversation with a teenage boy wearing an odly familiar -and at the some time not - costume.
At first I was shocked and to be honest scared of dr. Osborn, my Instincts were screaming at me to run from him and to hide in the darkest place that a person could hide in hopes of not being found thanks to the darkness that would have had occured in the location but after Ms. May ( she jokingly scolded me for calling her that , she thought it sounded oId ) calmed me down and Mr. Osborns confused and worried glances at me, I tried giving him a "try" , What could I lose ?
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Talking to mr. Osborn was suprisingly pleasant and quite nostalgic , it reminded me of the times where "Doc Ock" wasn't "Doc Ock" but still the scientist I knew that cherised his work and his beloved wife and not to forget his co-worker that he respected to a point where it wasn't an obsession but a sacred friendship between two people. It warmed my heart a little talking to mr. Osborn , letting me forget the panic I felt thanks for not knowing where I was , relieving me from the dreadful emotion for the time being.
As they were done talking to eachother they both got approached by May and the teenage boy (it turns out it is her newphew).
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I should have not trusted them how could I ine been to naive ? first dr. Octavius and them ! they told me they would help me! I even told May about my stupid kidnapping -even if it was only vaugly mentioned - in hopes of helping me to find someone that could help me with running away and that very very far away.They did the complete opposite , they brought me to monsters in hopes to imprision me with them like one monster did to me, that also was present amongst them
Otto Octavivs.