On Purpose (Otis x Olympia)

Chapter 11: Where Was The Otis She Knew?

"That was crazier than the last time," Otis exclaimed once they had safely exited the tubes. 

"I warned you it was more of a danger-cut, than a short cut," she shrugged off. 

"Hey, don't use my words against me," he reacted, remembering how he had called the exact route that during Rookie Night. 

"It's nice that we can remember things again," Olympia softly smiled. 

"Yeah," Otis agreed. 

"Now, where is your fancy headquarters at," she wondered a bit dramatically with jazz hands. 

"Actually, it's just beyond that forest," he pointed out. 

"Okay," Olympia positively agreed, bouncing ahead of him. 

"Hey! Wait! You don't even know the way," he called, as he struggled to keep up. 

Soon they were entering his headquarters, Olympia taking in everything with her mouth gaping open. 

"Woah...," she trailed off, as she saw all of the various odd happenings taking place. 

"Impressed, partner," Otis couldn't help but ask with a smug expression. 

"This is incredible, Otis. I've never seen so many different kinds of odd before," she admitted as she saw a flying bird house. 

"Wait until you see what the scientists can do," Otis told her, dragging her by the wrist as she continued gawking at all of the oddness. 

It wasn't long before Olympia was becoming a pro at creating odd herself, and soon her and Otis were the ultimate Bonny and Clyde as they made the world more strange, weird, and especially odd, only they were making things un-right again. 

"Partner," Otis whispered loudly. 

He pointed up at the sky, and then to a gadget that he threw to her. She made a confused face, before zapping the device at the atmosphere above. All of a sudden the world was blanketed in a violet purple, with neon colored lights of white, blue, and pink shooting out randomly. Otis took her hand, and she couldn't help but giggle, as he started free style dancing with her. 

"Odd Squad! Odd Squad! Stop right there," shouted none other than Agent Orchid and Ohlm. 

Olympia whipped her ponytail around, as she ran with Otis, both of them laughing out loud, as Odd Squad failed to catch them. 

"You'll have to try better than that, Sherman," claimed Otis in a raised volume to Orchid. 

She stopped and crossed her arms across her chest, as they finally disappeared from view. 

Her eyes were squinted in anger as she promised, "This means war, Sherman. Nobody calls me Sherman... Nobody." 

Olympia and Otis were still laughing happily as they arrived back at his headquarters. 

"Where is everyone," questioned Olympia, since the squad was deserted. 

"Oh, it must be the end of the day already. I didn't notice with... Our purple sky," he finished, bursting out loud with laughter. 

Olympia gazed at the boy next to her, his personality even opposite of his original one lately. 

"What's happened to you, Otis," she wondered, but her eyes still held a smile. 

"You," he stated, her giggling as he grabbed her hand to spin her around once. 

"What do you say we celebrate with a juice box," he suggested. 

"What kind," Olympia asked. 

"Does it really matter," he questioned back. 

She shrugged as he opened the fridge in the lab, a few rows of juice boxes in there. 

"How about grape," she requested. 

"Grape it is," he announced, easily throwing it up into his opposite hand. 

Olympia was grinning from ear to ear as she poked a squiggly, royal blue, plastic straw into the top. Otis then surprised her though, but sticking in a second identical straw, only this one was fluorescent green. Her cheeks heated up as he led her to the table up in his office, him setting a large plate of spaghetti in front of them. 

"Otis...," Olympia breathed. 

"Happily Valentine's Day, Olympia," he simply said, her face burning up. 

"It's Valentine's Day," she asked in great surprise. 

"Yeah, I was surprised you didn't say anything first, but I knew you would be looking forward to it, like you are with every holiday," he explained. 

"I actually totally forgot. I mean, with leaving Odd Squad, and turning into a villain... Wow, I never thought I'd say those words," Olympia pondered over, as she gazed up and to the side in thought. 

"What? Leaving Odd Squad," he wondered. 

"No, I meant turning into a villain," she clarified, picking up one of the forks. 

"Yeah, I'll admit I never thought you'd actually agree to this kind of life with me," Otis confided. 

"Yeah...," Olympia trailed off, frustrated when the spaghetti she was eating just kept going. 

Otis was having the same problem, but soon their lips had met, since it was the same piece, and Olympia was blushing like mad. He pecked her lips quickly, before going back to eating his food as though nothing had happened. 

"Hey, with this we could create that crazy, monster spaghetti that was released that time at the Cafalones' restaurant," Otis pointed out. 

"Let's not do that again," Olympia argued. 

"Come on, it will be fun, and odd," he urged, staring a bit power hungry at a gadget he whipped out. 

"Otis," Olympia asked, carefully placing her hand on his wrist. 

He seemed more like an insane villain, than the usual tough, serious Otis that she knew. 

"What's wrong, partner," he wondered. 

She bit her lower lip as she dropped her hand away, responding, "Nothing." 

"Let's do this," he stated, Olympia jumping back with widened eyes at the towering, swaying pasta noodles before them. 

Otis was grinning though, as she looked over at him she wondered what this alternate universe had done to him. Where was the Otis she knew?