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Otto despised the smell of coffee, mostly because it reminded him of Kat. Kat and her wretched coffee pranks. He kept going only because he wanted to find out if the promised cakes would be moist and delicious.

Sure enough he found Lex. He looked a little too comfortable. Or maybe Otto just felt uncomfortable. After all, he'd never purposely gone to someone to fish around in his brain, or gotten hypnotized. It was kind of ridiculous. And probably fake. Maybe getting those cakes would be easy.

"Sup." He greeted casually, flopping down in a nearby seat. "So how's this go down?"

The pendulum sounded bogus. Something a fake magician would use. Otto was much more trusting in the drug within the needle. After all, Lex was a Life tech. Close enough to a doctor.

"Needle's fine." He answered, scooting close enough for Lex to be within reach. "I didn't know hypnosis was a legit thing."

Otto tried not to watch him work too much. He could handle needles just fine, it was just a little bit eerie.

"A lot on my mind. And if you're talkin' about Rep and his boy toys, of course I was grossed out. Not anythin' I wanna imagine." Hot girls in bikinis? Sure. Men in straps and leather? Nope. Nope nope nope.

"Other than that you'd have to be more specific. Worries just sorta pile up on this island."

"Twitter is a dumping ground. Sometimes s**t ain't really as bad outside of it. Sometimes." The effects it left on his peace of mind was another thing.

Otto's eyes darkened at the mention of the Haunted House. "Last time I spent any time in an infirmary was after a botched artifact mission." Last he'd gone, he hadn't been touched. He'd been covered in blood, and his mind had been ripped asunder, but the blood that covered him had not been his own.

"But the last time I was in the Haunted House... that was when Nevada got..." Otto swallowed, watching the needle dip into the skin. "She got killed."

Otto's consciousness slipped as he was eased back, and all that was left was the part of his mind Lex had access to.

The day she died was still raw. As if it had happened hours ago. He could feel the chill and sadness. The fear. The pain. "She went off on her own. I caught her outside the house. She was still weaponless, so I went in with her." He murmured darkly, the memories playing before his eyes like a movie screen.

"We ran into a zombie named Alex. It woulda been fine if I coulda taken him on. But... the floors gave way.." His voice started to get somewhat shaky. "The lights came on, and we were in an empty room. She was trapped with Alex, and there was an invisible wall in-between me and them. Nevada screamed for help."

That horrible helpless emotion swelled like surges of the ocean in his heart. "I tried to break it down, but nothin' I did would work. Alex attacked her. He tore at her shoulder. Bit her. Ripped at her... She kept calling out for me. Telling me to look away. I tried to knock down that wall, I really tried. My hands started to bleed."

"Then he.. he tore out her throat."

She'd died in pain. Terrible, agonizing and terrified.

"Alex left. The wall was gone. I went to her side but she was..."

"Rotting... his teeth and chin were covered in blood even before he got to her..." He shakily recounted, a shudder in his voice.

"One leg and one arm were skeletal. He had.. mismatched hair. His skin was almost grey it was so dead. I'd run into him in the past, too." He explained all he could of his appearance, his wretched demeanour.

"It was foggy when he attacked her, but when the fog left, he did too." The insanity of the House likely aided in the zombie's behaviour, but he doubted it had been unintentional regardless.

"He's on the student council." He recalled from his spy work in Death, "He's ********' cold. Evil b*****d..."

"I wish I could.." He murmured darkly.

"I wish I could do to him what he did to me." He murmured more, but his voice seemed distant and sad. "I wish I could tear him apart. But it'd never come close to the pain I felt when I saw her die. He'll never know how that feels." Halloween would corrupt but it did not die. They just came back angrier and more demented. He'd only continue the cycle.

"I hate him."