Full Circle

Chapter 12

DISCLAIMER: I did not write this fanfic, I merely edited it and republished it with permission.

Olive watched the object glint in the dim warehouse light. "It's absolutely perfect, O'Heather, well done!"

The little blonde girl blushed with delight. "Thanks! I don't think I've ever made one with such a close deadline, but I'm glad it turned out well."

"It turned out wonderfully," Olive smiled, snapping the small box shut. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, Ms. O!"

"I've got to get to an appointment now," she said, wiggling the box, "so I'll see you later."

"Goodbye, have a nice meeting!"

* * * * *

Oona held up one of the black leather jackets for Ms. O to examine. "Well, whaddya think?"

"Great work, Oona! I'm sure Olive and Otto will be happy," Ms. O said approvingly.

"Thanks! Olympia thought so too. At least, I think she did. She kinda just made pterodactyl noises and squealed something about her OTP dressing as her OTP. Which confused me, because Olive is dressed as Sandy, and obviously Otto isn't dressed like Danny Zuko. Danny would've been wearing a letterman's sweater. Still, I was a little afraid she was going to explode into a pile of glitter."

Ms. O cringed. "Yeeeaaahhh, I think this whole thing has been a shock to her system... Anyways, Oscar will be here in five minutes or so. He said he needed help picking out his costume."

"Oh, yeah! Olympia and I made a Pinterest board for him. He'll probably want you to help look through the pictures. Otto should be here soon to pick up his and Olive's outfits, so I should get going, too. See you at three o'clock to start getting ready?"

"Yep!"

* * * * *

Olive flipped the box in her hand as she walked down the corridor to the far boiler room. With a last glance at the object, she pocketed it and pushed the orange triangle in the center of the door. It slid open, and Oliver looked up with eager eyes as she entered.

"Hi, Ms. Olive!"

"Hi Oliver! Hey, look what I brought." Olive pulled out a lumpy gadget from behind her back. "Beanbag-chair-inator! That'll be a little better than the concrete, don't you think?"

Oliver jumped into the air and Olive fired the gadget, a beanbag materializing just before he hit the ground. The tan-skinned, sandy-haired boy grinned. "Much better. So, Ms. Olive, how did you do it? If you were born aaaaallllll the way back in the 1990s, how are you only 12?"

Olive chuckled. "Well, it's all in the badges."

"Like yours?" he asked, pointing at it.

"Actually," she replied, pulling the box from her pocket. "Like ours."

Oliver stared at the box wide-eyed.

"Go on, look inside."

The boy gingerly opened the lid and gaped at the badge within, a crisp number "81" printed in the middle. "This is for me?"

"Yep! Now, would you like to know how it works?"

"Yes, yes!"

"Well, if you look here..."

* * * * *

Otto shifted the bundle of clothing in his arms as he waited an eternity for the elevator to reach his floor. Finally the doors opened with a ding, and he began the long descent to basement level.