Solar Flares-Doc Ock (Raimi) x AFAB Reader

Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo

You stared up at... Gunther? This-This must be some ploy to buy some time... You-You refused to believe that it was him it couldn't be him he couldn't be Doc Ock-

The man looked up at Gunther and burst out into laughter. The rest of the room did as well, Gunther had a confused look on his face as the whole room erupted into a crazed fit of insane laughter. You tried to scramble away, but you got a cut in your neck instead, you let out a cry as the mask drank up your blood. The metallic stench it-it was suffocating.

"The next cut goes through a major artery." the man warned, he looked back up at Gunther, a wild, crazed look in his eyes. "You don't look the part old man!" he jeered.

One of Gunther's actuators chittered something, Gunther's brow furrowed as he went over his options... It didn't seem like they believed him, he could just slaughter- his eyes landed on you... and the steady stream of blood, it looked like you were starting to hyperventilate under the mask.

Don't do this. Larry warned.

"I have to," Otto muttered. "Let me do this, and you can have your fun. "

The actuators seemed to sigh as they went to work hacking off Otto's beard and hair that he had grown over the years. Your eyes widened when he put on the goggles, without the long hair, the beard, even the old trenchcoat that he always wore... It was clear who he was.

"Now do we look the part?" Otto asked in a dark, low voice.

"D-DOC OCK! Oh, oh this has just been a simple misunderstanding-"
SPLUNK!

You let out a shriek as you felt the man's hot blood splatter across your face. You felt a hand rip off the mask, you took a gulp of air as you looked down... To the lifeless body of the insane COTS leader.

"Are you alright?" Gunther-Otto asked, you looked up into his eyes, they-they were the same eyes you hated that they were the same eyes.

"W-Who are you?" you breathed.

"I-I can explain-" he started.

"DOC OCK! WE BOW DOWN TO OUR LORD AND SAVIOR WHO HAS RETURNED AT LAST!" a woman screeched, the COTS members bowed down to Gunther-Otto you-you didn't want to believe that it was him, he couldn't be Doc Ock... But he didn't correct the woman. You looked back to see Cheryl and the other two members looking as shocked as you probably looked right now. "WE ARE AT YOUR DISPOSAL!" she exclaimed, stepping up in front of him.

He looked down at her as he helped you up, your legs were shaking furiously as you tried to stand straight up. "Do you realize how insane you all are?" he asked.

"But you're alive-" the woman started before one of... Otto's actuators slashed her across the neck, she let out a wet cough as she collapsed to the ground. You screamed.

"Unfortunately yes, we are alive. And you thought that SACRIFICING innocent lives would bring us back?!" his voice started to crescendo as his actuators started to lash out. "Well, we're here now!" he let out a manic laugh, you took a step away from him as he killed another COTS member. Cheryl let out a muffled scream, you turned to her and looked down at her restraints. You heard another scream from a COTS member and shakily started to untie Cheryl, you ungagged her and she let out a panicked cry.
"I know, I-I know..." you muttered. "Let's get these two out of here."

She gave a shaky nod as her actuators cut through the other two's bindings. They looked at Gunther... who was-was in some murderous rampage. And ran.

"We need to go Rex." Cheryl urged.

"H-He just-" you stammered.

"We need to go!" she snapped, putting on her helmet. One of her actuators handed you your helmet, tears streamed down your face as you put the helmet on. It hissed as it locked around you, you couldn't breathe... the-the metallic stench it was choking you. You tore the helmet off, Cheryl looked at you. "Put that back on," she ordered.

"I-I can't-"
"He's going to kill us we need to go!"
"You never liked me anyway!"
Cheryl scoffed "Come on-"
"I can't put that on again!" you snapped. "G-Go! Go!"

"I'm not leaving you here-"
"I'll be fine!" you pushed her away, and she stared at you.

"...I'll come back for you," she promised.

"Go!" you turned around to look at the COTS crowd and let out a scream at the bloodbath that had suddenly appeared before you. Doc Ock was staring at the blood-drenched plastic statue of him.

"You got our proportions wrong..." he muttered.

"W-What did we do wrong my lord?!" a COTS member wailed.

"You chose to worship us." he snarled.

The member's neck twisted with a sickening crack!

Doc Ock looked around at the pile of bodies that had suddenly appeared around him, Otto's eyes widened as he looked around.

"What have you done?" he breathed.

We protected you. Flo answered.

"This... This was not protecting me." Otto looked up to see you. "Y/N..."

"Get-Get away from me." you stammered, backing away.

"This isn't-"
"I'm not an idiot Gunth-Otto? Doc Ock? What-What do I call you? WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?"

Otto took a step towards you and you took a step back.

"Just let me explain-"
"You killed all those people-"
"They were going to kill us!"
"You still killed them..." you trailed off, what were you supposed to call him?
"Gunther." he finished for you.
"BUT YOU'RE DOC OCK! YOU'RE DR. OTTO FUCKING OCTAVIUS!"
"I'm still Gunther-" he took a step forward.

"Get away from me."

"I would never hurt you-" he took another step.
"GET AWAY!" You turned around and sprinted away. You heard the clanging of metal as he chased after you, your sides hurt as you scrambled up a ladder.

"Don't!" you heard him yell.
Your heart raced as you opened up the hatch door, a blast of hot air ripped through your face, you swore you could hear your skin bubble, you took a breath and coughed at the hot, dry, irradiated air that filled your lungs. You had to go back, but-but all those bodies were down there- You let out a yelp as you got dragged down, Gunther wrapped you into a hug, and you tried to get away from him.

"Let go of me!"
"Why did you do that?" He asked, not letting go of you. "You were going to kill yourself-"
"You lied to me!"
"I didn't have a choice-"
"You always have a choice!" you snapped. "You..." you looked up at him, "You..." a tear rolled down your face. "I don't know you."

"You know me." the back of his hand trailed down your face, you could feel wetness against your cheek, you looked up into his eyes, a cut was slashed across his brow, but you couldn't tell which blood was his. You reached up to touch your cheek, your fingers came back scarlet red. You took a shaky breath.

"No, no I don't."