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At some point, Otto wandered off from the acquaintances he'd made while trying to escape the island. The longer he was there, the more he wanted to paint the walls with graffiti and throw hard things at breakable objects.

At this point in his cabin fever, he was whacking every door he passed by with an aluminum bat he'd found on his wanderings. He'd make the wackos who kidnapped him sorry they were ever born.

Otto stopped mid-swing to give the other boy a seething glare. At age fourteen and reaching only five feet in height, his intimidation factor was low despite his best efforts.

"Give me one reason why I should give a s**t?" Otto growled back. "Ain't seen a single adult since I woke up here. They wanna enforce some bogus rules on me, they can tell me to my face. Or they can shove it!"

For good measure, he slammed the end of the bat down onto the floor between them, hoping to scare the other kid off.

"It's a ******** baseball bat, not a cat. Bats don't got feelings, pinhead." Otto growled. In his mind he continued to ignore the voice that insisted it had thoughts of its own. If he talked back to it, that made it real, and then he'd have to admit he was crazy.

"Huh? And where is here? Ain't nobody explained anything to me yet." Mind you... Otto hadn't a mind to listen to anyone either. But that was neither here nor there. He didn't want to go home, since home sucked a**. But he wasn't sure he wanted to be here either.

"So what, you think yer hot s**t cause you been here a while, huh? That it?" He stomped one step closer and leaned up close. "Joke's on you cause I'm the one with a ******** metal bat."

"Tch. Fine." He didn't appreciate being outed on bad decisions, but he had a point. So Otto tossed the metal bat down the hallway, relishing in the clattering sound it made the whole was down.

"It better be super ******** neat."

Otto followed Carl reluctantly at first, but as they passed bye double sets of doors, he started to think he might be getting somewhere useful. Until the rats, he'd truly believed that.

Entering the foul smelling lair, Otto covered his nose with a scoff. The place reeked. Not that his own room was a heavenly haven back home, but his parents would kill him if he left mouldy food sitting out. He ignored the trash and the dorky figures that he totally wasn't jealous of, and admired instead the grand heap of technology surrounding him.

Carls comment about playing in here made him wish he'd brought his bat, just to prove the kid wrong about trusting Otto Graves with anything 'unimportant'.

"Is this like.. the storage room from useless trash?" Otto asked in all honesty, taking careful steps further inside. His feet were still bare, and he was regretting this instantly. If only this place had shoes his size. He had no idea what manner of filth littered the floor. After all, those rats had come from this roo---Oh dear Lord, is that a cockroach?

Otto hopped up on a table and tip toed his way across the room to a chair before sitting down, keeping his feet propped on the seat and NOT on the floor. He spun in place a moment, getting a 360 degree look around before settling his gaze on the computer in front of him.

"Does this work?" He asked, already pushing a button to turn it on. Maybe this thing had Minesweeper...

"This don't look like Minesweeper..." Were they on an island and this system alert was for real, or maybe it was just a very convincing simulator. He looked up as Carl murmured something, finding that the other boy was leaving. Maybe the cockroaches were too much for him. He understood. It was pretty damn gross in here...

"Wait, dude I don't think this is a game..." He said half heartedly, not paying much mind to the fleeing figure. He said he'd show him something super neat, so he supposed this room was it. He just thought the little dweeb might stick around to explain himself.

"Self detination devices..? Thats a bit extreme. Can't be real." He leaned back in his chair, mulling over the game mechanics before choosing what he'd do. "Maybe its a tactics game. Like Risk?"

"Island set to lock. Yes or No..." He leaned in close to the screen. "Yes?" He hit the key to confirm.

Otto hesitantly turned to face Carl, who'd not left at all.

"I.. pushed yes?" He wasn't sure how he could divert the blame from himself as he was in the literal hot seat right now. "Look man, you told me you'd show me somethin' cool. How was I supposed to know this whole place is set to blow with one ******** button? This is your fault, man. Own up!"

"I read stuff. I read the screen." He gestured to the now flashing screen. "Emergency Evacuation whatever. Lockdown n stuff. Something about bombs."