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"Super hero?" Otto furrowed his brows, "I ain't thought much about them since I was a kid. Never read comic books. Ain't nuthin' like that where I live. Gotta go to the city for that sort of s**t."

"Does Zorro count? He's kinda cool, I guess. Or the Power Rangers, they're okay. Ninja Turtles?"

"Marvel?" Otto raised a brow. "I already told you, I'm fourteen. Geez..."

He huffed, fussing with his hair once Mark stopped walking. "Iron Man? Yeah I saw that movie. It was cool. He was kind of a p***k, which I liked more than most of it." Well, that and flying robots blowing s**t up.

Otto almost felt compelled to believe in Mark. He saw how troubled and edgy he was, however... Mark himself looked like he needed a years worth of baths. Not to mention he'd seen the guys office. This man didn't have it all together, so just what was he supposed to rely on him for anyway?

So he said what he was sure would put the man's panties in a slipknot.

"What's a Jedi?" He asked with a smirk, knowing full well it was some sort of Star Wars reference. He'd never seen it personally, but he at least knew about it.

Otto's eyes glazed over, soon taking on the emptiness of a dead fish. The institute they were walking through seemed to go on forever, and ever. His mind began to wander as factoids about The Force and other made up mumbo-jumbo filtered through his ears. He honestly thought he might die if he had to endure another minute of this lecture.

"Are we there yet?" Otto interrupted impatiently, his stomach growling for something more than chips and cola, and his mind screaming for a subject that wasn't padowans and sith lords. Even the voice in his head he'd long since waved off as background noise was crying a living Hell and asking if Otto might stab her with a cue-tip directly through his ear.

Otto was regretting following this guy. He was regretting getting him started on Jedis and forces. He regretted quite a lot of his choices that day.

They finally arrived, only for Mark to show off the least convincing parlour trick known to mankind. It was on the level of pointing a stick at an automatic door. Otto slowly looked over at Mark, his head tilting at an angle Shaft animators would be proud of. The look of utter disinterest was almost alarming. At the moment, Mark was the lame trying-too-hard-to-impress sort of uncle nobody wanted.

"Wow." He returned in deadpan.

Perhaps with the power of favoritism, Otto would fast-pass his way through the enroll, whether he wanted it or not.

Otto gave a sigh as Mark tried to impress him with another childish gimmick. He just wanted food, and he had a sneaking suspicion any food he got from Mark wouldn't be all that good. As he pondered ways to get himself out of this, Mark's childish trick turned up a surprise.

Otto started with a jolt when suddenly there was a little girl in front of them. Mark really did it! But....

Where was that girl's face...?

"Uh..." Otto's jaw dropped, his gaze flicking up to Mark. Did he mean to do that? "How.. did.." What was that thing?

Otto looked from the girl to Mark and back again. Then the microwave in need of re-programming, and back to the girl. Didn't he see her? Oh No, maybe he really was crazy... That thought alone made him feel horrible. He'd tried so hard to deny it to himself. That the voice was just stress or something.

"No..?" He answered back, hoping Mark would finally notice her too. Maybe that lack of face was some spooky Halloween mask... "You.. know me?" His brows knit. He severely hoped Mark saw her too.. otherwise he was obviously talking to himself.

He was seeing a ghost. Or a monster. Shadows from the corners of his vision and ruining his life was one thing; those he could pass off as optical illusions or something. This worse. This was hard core looney-bin material.

He inhaled sharply when out of nowhere came a wide and toothy grin. Just as he was about to pull away and ask Mark for help, she tugged on his sleeve, and his blood ran cold.

Aforementioned Mark talked right over a key part of what the girl was offering, for which he wasn't sure he was glad for. He looked over at the man, giving him a hard stare of concern. Maybe seeing ghosts was normal here. He'd heard on Twitter sometime that day that bogeymen and leprechauns weren't totally out of the ordinary. Maybe he was still dreaming, even if that girl asked if he'd been woken up. Woken up in a twisted version of Wonderland, maybe.

"Make me what?" He asked, turning back to the girl. Maybe Mark would interpret that as a food order, in which case he severely hoped the man got crackin' on making Otto dinner. He kind of wished that Caroline woman was there. She seemed nice on Twitter.