On Purpose (Otis x Olympia)

Chapter 9: The Real Versions

Otis regretted ever allowing himself to be thrown back into Odd Squad jail. Not only had the Shape Shifter already been released, but he hadn't been able to see Olympia for days. He couldn't understand why his appetite suddenly had gone, and why all he wanted to was lie on his purple cot. For the first time in his life, he felt hopeless, and even the thought of the oddness he could cause when he was free, didn't create a smile on his face. Ms. O noticed right away as she stood in front of him, a juice box in hand. 

"You have to eat something, or drink something," she spoke gently, her eyes holding great concern. 

Otis just turned from her though, and pretended to be sleeping on his bed. Ms. O sighed as she finally went and grabbed Olympia. 

"Olympia... Otis isn't doing well," she stated. 

"What do you mean," Olympia instantly asked worriedly. 

She had been finishing up a huge pile of paperwork on her desk. She had been working out on the field so often with Ori lately, that she was behind on things like that. 

"He won't eat or drink anything. I don't know what to do. Technically I can't release him for at least another week, or unless he decided to change," Ms. O explained. 

"I'll go see him! I mean, if that's alright with you," Olympia added slowly on the end. 

She hadn't realized how eager she was until she jumped up from her chair. 

"Olympia, I want you to go talk to him. For some reason, he seems to trust you. I believe that's why no one could ever catch him before," Ms. O reckoned. 

"But Ms. O, he didn't like me at first either," Olympia recalled. 

Ms. O sighed before she said, "Something tells me he's liked you since day one." 

"What do you mean," Olympia reluctantly wondered. 

"You just gotta trust me on this one," Ms. O responded, before striding off. 

Olympia stared after her in puzzlement, but then she was running straight down to the floor below where the villain jail was kept. 

"Otis," she called, but she skidded to stop when she saw him. 

He was lying on his cushioned board that folded out from the wall, and her heart broke when she realized how thin he looked. 

"Otis! Are you okay," she shouted, gripping the bars for dear life, poking her head as far up against the cylinders as possible. 

Otis gradually pushed himself up, blinking his eyes a few times, as he saw the worried auburn haired girl. 

"Olympia," he questioned, her heart jumping once. 

"Yes, it's me. Are you okay? You're so thin," she exclaimed, as he weakly pushed himself up. 

"I am now," he claimed as he shuffled over to her. 

Just then though his blue eyes were being coated with tears, as he stared into her brown eyes. 

"I'll admit. I-i don't think I want to be a villain anymore," he stuttered a bit, sinking to his knees before her, as she did the same. 

"Why haven't you told Ms. O this," Olympia inquired. 

He exhaled loudly as he kept his focus on the ground, not wanting anyone in this world to ever see him weak, or show raw emotion. 

"Because the only reason why I wanted to join was because of you," he confided, as he finally lifted his head towards her. 

"Because of me," Olympia echoed.