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accidents-in-the-laboratory · 1 month ago

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Here's another one from my "these will never see the light of day" document. Focuses on The Green Goblin from Spider-Man (2002). I thought this was a funny concept and something Goblin would definitely do.

Also, shoutout to @somebody22222 who expressed interest in seeing the stories from that document!

Under the cut because it's long. Hope you enjoy! Comments are much appreciated!

Goblin glared at the traffic light, which still shone red. He and Otto had been stuck in traffic for hours, and this had to be the hundredth light they had been stopped at. Normally, Goblin wouldn’t have been bothered by having to wait in traffic — he could just sleep, or talk to Otto, or give control back to Norman so he could deal with the boredom.

But he had been thirsty earlier and he and Otto had stopped at a gas station. He’d gotten a large drink and had finished it within half an hour.

It didn’t take long for the drink to pass through him. But by that point, they’d already gotten stuck in traffic.

He’d told Otto several times that he needed to use the bathroom, becoming more and more desperate as time went on. Each time he said something, though, Otto simply replied with “I know,” followed by some other phrase like “There’s nothing I can do right now” or “I’m trying to get out of this traffic.” Still, nothing had changed. They were still stuck in traffic. And Goblin needed to pee. Badly.

He glanced down at the empty large drink cup sitting on the floor in front of him, and chastised himself for getting the large size. He squirmed in his seat, trying and failing to find a comfortable position. He’d undone his seatbelt several minutes ago, mentioning that it was putting pressure on his bladder and making him feel worse. Otto had allowed it, since they weren’t moving anyways, and even agreed that it might help.

Goblin looked at Otto. The man was staring straight ahead, and Goblin wondered if he was trying not to look at him.

“Octavius,” he whined. He was about to mention once again that he needed to pee, maybe adding how badly he had to go, but before he could Otto said,

“If you complain one more time I’m going to drop you off on the side of the road and drive away.”

“I’d prefer that actually,” Goblin said. “I’d finally be able to pee and I think it would be funny to watch Norman panic wondering where he was.”

He started to laugh but instantly stopped when he felt his control over his bladder slip. He struggled to regain control and was thankful when he did. Still, he could tell that the slip had let out more than just a little urine. He squirmed again.

“I’m not actually going to do that,” Otto said. “But please stop complaining. You’ve been saying the same thing over and over again for hours and it’s driving me crazy.”

“Well, it’s true,” Goblin replied. “And it keeps getting worse. I don’t know how much longer I can hold it.”

“There’s nothing I can do right now. That isn’t going to change until I can get out of traffic.”

Goblin sighed, leaning his head back against his seat and squeezing his eyes shut.

“There’s a Home Depot near here. Once I can get off of the freeway, I’ll stop there and you can go in and find the bathroom.”

“How long will that take?” Goblin asked.

“I don’t know,” Otto replied in a groan. “It looks like traffic is starting to move though, so it hopefully won’t be that much longer.”

Goblin hoped he was right. He tried to distract himself in trivial ways — counting the number of red cars, singing to himself, counting the number of people who were in the cars around them. It helped enough that time passed a little faster, but it didn’t fully distract him.

As Otto had said, the traffic did start moving eventually. Goblin was relieved when they finally exited the freeway. It didn’t take long to find the Home Depot, and Otto pulled into the parking lot and drove up to the entrance.

“I’ll wait in the parking lot. It shouldn’t be hard to find me.”

Goblin would have laughed if he wasn’t afraid of what would happen if he did. Instead, he nodded and quickly left the car.

He jogged to the entrance, pulling up the hood of the hoodie he was wearing. He always felt more comfortable hiding his face, because he didn’t want to connect himself to Norman. The hood provided enough cover that he wouldn’t easily be recognized, but didn’t cover his face so much that it was suspicious.

He hurried through the sliding doors. The store was huge. Goblin realized he’d never been here before, but he didn’t think much about that fact as he swiftly walked through the store.

There were so many aisles that Goblin quickly got lost. He cursed under his breath when he ended up in the same aisle twice. He hadn’t thought to ask someone where the bathroom was, and he instantly regretted it.

It quickly became clear that there was no way that he was going to make it to the bathroom in time. He would need a miracle to get to the toilet before he lost control. He could already feel his control slipping.

He was sure he was about to pee himself when the miracle he needed appeared. It was a sign hanging above one of the aisles that read “Bathroom.” He couldn’t believe his luck when he looked down the aisle and saw a toilet not that far from him.

“Thank God,” he whispered. He jogged down the aisle, already pulling down the zipper of his pants. He stopped abruptly in front of the toilet, spread his legs a few inches apart, and aimed.

Goblin nearly moaned in relief when he finally let go. He briefly leaned his head back with a sigh, then looked back down at the toilet in front of him.

As he began to think rationally again, he realized that the toilet hadn’t had water inside of it, like toilets usually did. He also noticed that it didn’t appear to be connected to any pipes. It was only then that he realized how weird it was for a store to have a bathroom in the middle of one of its aisles.

He glanced around with his eyes, not wanting to turn his head. People who walked past him gave him judgemental looks, but nobody said anything or tried to stop him.

I don’t think I’m supposed to be pissing in this, he thought. But he ignored the thought. It wasn’t like he could stop and look for the bathroom instead. Not now.

When he had finally finished, he looked around. People still looked at him with weird expressions when they passed him. He looked down at the toilet, now filled with urine. Not knowing how to get rid of it, and definitely not wanting to tell anybody about it, he slowly lowered the lid of the toilet, slid his hands into the front pocket of his hoodie, and walked away.

He walked back to the car and slid into the passenger seat. He closed the door and Otto looked at him.

“Did you make it?” he asked. He looked Goblin up and down and added, “It doesn’t look like you had an accident.”

Goblin cringed at the phrase. Apparently, it was a “better” way of saying someone peed (or pooped) in their pants, and at first, he’d been indifferent towards it. But one day he’d heard a mother ask her child if they’d “had an accident” (which they clearly had) and since then the phrase made him feel like a child.

“I did make it,” he replied without making a comment about the phrase. “But I don’t think I did it right.”

“What do you mean?” Otto asked.

“I found a sign that said ‘Bathroom’ hanging above one of the aisles. I wasn’t thinking clearly — for obvious reasons — so when I saw the toilet I immediately ran to it and…”

He didn’t finish the sentence. He knew Otto understood. The man stared at him with a shocked and horrified expression on his face. But the expression only lasted a few seconds before Otto burst out laughing. Goblin was confused.

“Why is that funny?” he asked. It took a few minutes for Otto to regain his composure enough to reply.

“That was a display,” he said, wiping tears out of his eyes. “You’re not supposed to use it. It’s there as a model to show you what kinds of toilets they sell.”

“Oh,” Goblin said. “I thought it was weird to have a bathroom out in public like that.”

Otto laughed again.

“I should be mad,” he said, “But that’s so funny that I can’t be. And I doubt you’re the only person who’s ever done that.”

“When I realized that I shouldn’t have done that, I didn't know what to do, so I just put the lid down and walked away.”

The sentence made Otto laugh harder. Goblin laughed with him.

“Imagine the face of the next person who opens it,” Otto said between bouts of laughter.

They continued to sit in the parking lot until the initial humor of the incident wore off and their laughter finally died down.

“We should go,” Goblin said. “Someone might recognize me.”

“Good idea,” Otto replied. He started the car back up and drove away from the Home Depot.

They both agreed that they’d never speak about what happened, and they’d never go shopping at this store.

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accidents-in-the-laboratory · 2 months ago

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This one focuses on Norman Osborn from Spider-Man (2002). Like the previous OWP, I had already written it a long time ago but never posted it until now.

After rereading what I'd written, I hated the ending and I don't have the motivation to change it, so I just left it out. So this one also doesn't have a real resolution.

Under the cut because it's long. Hope you enjoy! Comments are loved. :D

Norman glanced up at the clock. Ten minutes. Ten minutes until this meeting was over. Ten minutes until he could finally use the bathroom.

This was the third meeting he’d had that day. The meetings had been back to back. As soon as one meeting ended, he had enough time to walk to the room where the next meeting was being held, and then that meeting started.

Today wasn’t the only day where his schedule had been like this. These days were torturous. It could be anywhere between four and six hours without any breaks in between. No breaks to eat. No breaks to rest. No breaks to relieve himself.

Days on the shorter side of that span were bearable. But days on the longer side — days like today — were hard to get through. Even one cup of coffee in the morning was enough to make him miserable by the time the meetings were finally over.

Today, his schedule was really pushing him to his limits.

“Are you okay?”

Goblin. Usually, he stayed quiet while Norman was at work. Apparently, he’d felt the need to check in on Norman. Norman knew he should probably be mad, but a part of him was thankful for the distraction.

I feel like I’m going to explode, he thought.

“Are you saying that figuratively or do you need to call an ambulance?” Goblin asked.

Figuratively, Norman replied. If I don’t go to the bathroom soon I’m going to piss my pants.

He glanced up at the clock again. Eight minutes.

“Then why don’t you just do that and get it over with?” Goblin asked. “That’s what I would do.”

I’m sure you would. Otto tells me you have trouble with that at home.

“Fucking snitch! That’s none of your business!”

I think I deserve to know why I have to do five loads of laundry a week when I should only have to do one.

“It doesn’t happen that much! It only happens, like, twice a week now!”

Wow. Good for you.

Norman felt someone tap his shoulder.

“What?” he asked, instantly snapping back to attention.

He was asked for his opinion about the topic of the meeting. He tried to keep his voice steady as he answered. Even when he peed a little and struggled to regain control, he was able to keep his voice steady and his body relatively still. He finished speaking and the conversation continued.

I don’t think I’m going to make it, he thought, half talking to Goblin and half talking to himself. Goblin answered.

“Then go. Wherever you want to. Nobody can stop you. They’d be rude to.”

I can’t go right now.

“I’ll never understand you.”

Several long, agonizing minutes later, the meeting ended. Norman packed up his briefcase, shoving papers inside without caring about how neat they were. He hissed in a breath when he stood up and the need to pee got ten times worse. He walked swiftly back to his office, begging his body to “hold it.” All he needed to do was drop his briefcase off at his office and then he could finally get the relief he’d needed for the past several hours.

As he walked into his office, he heard his phone ringing. He groaned as he walked over to his desk. He dropped the briefcase onto the floor and sat down in his chair — at least sitting down felt better than standing. He picked up the phone and held it up to his ear.

“Hello?” he asked. He noticed too late that his voice sounded strained. Though, maybe that was a good thing.

There was a man on the other end who wanted to talk to him about a topic that, in his “I’m-trying-desperately-not-to-piss-myself” haze, he couldn’t remember ever discussing with anybody. He couldn’t even remember who this man was.

“Can this wait until another time,” he asked, putting as much desperation into his voice as he could.

The man insisted that this conversation could not wait. But Norman could not wait, either. He had somewhere urgent to be, and soon.

“I’m busy right now,” he insisted. “It’s not really a good time for me.”

The man kept saying that “this won’t take too long” and “it will only take a minute.” But Norman didn’t have a minute. By how hard it was getting to keep his bladder under control, he guessed that he had about forty-five seconds until all hell broke loose.

“Can we please postpone this for a later time?” he begged. He was thankful it was just a phone call, and the man at the other end of the line couldn’t see his incessant squirming. “Just give me one minute and I’ll call you back.”

The man insisted that the call was urgent. Norman believed that his situation was much more urgent than a phone call.

“One minute,” he begged. “That’s all I need. And then I’ll call you back.”

Still, the man insisted on continuing the call. Norman was getting desperate. He couldn’t stop himself before yelling,

“I am about to piss my pants can we please reschedule this call for another time?!”

There was silence for a few seconds. Norman thought he should just hang up. It would probably be better. But eventually, the man agreed.

Not waiting to hear what else he had to say or even to reschedule their next call, Norman slammed the phone down on the receiver and stood up. He ran out of his office and into the main office.

Immediately, people were surrounding him. They said his name, asking him questions before he even acknowledged them. He tried to be polite as he waved them away, but every time he asked one person to wait, someone else would show up and try to ask him a different question. Some people stopped in front of him so he couldn’t keep moving. He started to lose his patience and began snapping at people who tried to stop him.

He finally got to the bathroom and reached out to push the door opened. People were still talking to him, trying to get his attention, everyone speaking all at once, some people going so far as to grab his arm or shoulder. Furious, desperate, and wanting nothing more than to be left alone, he spun around and yelled,

“Can everyone just leave me alone for one goddamn minute?!”

Silence followed. Everyone was staring at him. Most wore shocked expressions. Some people were whispering to each other. One person snickered and another person shushed them.

Norman wished they were reacting to his sudden outburst. But he could clearly feel what they were really reacting to. Against his better judgement, he looked down. The spreading dark stain was obvious against the light gray pants he’d chosen to wear. He watched in real time as the stain spread across the front and down the legs of his pants. Eventually, a stream dripped out of one pant leg and onto the floor. He would have felt immense relief if humiliation wasn’t overpowering it.

He looked back up. People were still staring at him. He felt tears stinging his eyes. He didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t get himself to move. He couldn’t get himself to speak. All he could do was stand there.

“Those fuckers,” he heard Goblin growl. “What do they think they’re staring at? I’ll fucking kill them!”

Then he heard another voice. One that was familiar and comforting.

“What the hell are you all doing?” Otto yelled. Norman saw him walking through the crowd of people. “You should be ashamed of yourselves! He’s a human being! Are you just going to stand there and gawk at him like he’s a fucking zoo animal? Get out of here! Or I swear I’ll find a way to fire your asses!”

People finally started to disperse, quickly looking away as if they were embarrassed. Norman looked up at Otto as he got closer. He bit his lip, trying to choke back sobs. When he blinked, tears rolled down his cheeks.

“Come on,” Otto said in a soft, soothing voice. “Let’s go into your office.”

Norman let Otto lead him back to his office. As soon as Otto closed the door, Norman broke down into loud sobs of humiliation and anger. Otto pulled him closer and hugged him. Norman sobbed into his shoulder as Otto rubbed his back.

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accidents-in-the-laboratory · 2 months ago

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As I said in a previous post, I found a document full of omo stories I started writing and I decided maybe I could post some of them.

This one is again about The Green Goblin from Spider-Man (2002). Probably most of these will be about Goblin or Norman, because unfortunately my brain doesn't like to write about anyone else and I don't want to force myself to write what I don't want to.

Anyways, I wrote this a while ago. I reread it but didn't edit it much. It's also unfinished.

Story under the cut because it's long. Hope you enjoy! Would love comments but please don't be mean.

Light streamed in through the bedroom window. Goblin groaned. When he opened his eyes, the light blinded him and he closed them again.

He couldn’t remember ever being the first one in control upon waking in the morning. Usually, Norman woke up in the morning and Goblin took control sometime later in the day.

But now, Goblin found himself lying in Norman and Otto’s bed, partially tangled in the bedsheets, drowsiness still fading from his consciousness. He pushed himself up into a sitting position, then stretched his arms above his head, yawning. He rubbed his eyes and looked over at the clock. It read 7:00am.

That’s when he noticed the smell. Bacon and pancakes. His mouth watered and his stomach grumbled. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and froze. There was another feeling, one that briefly overpowered the feeling of hunger.

He’d never felt this feeling before. He had a guess about why he was feeling this way. Though he’d never felt it himself, he’d seen how Norman reacted to feeling it.

He recalled the first time he’d witnessed this. He’d had enough control to hear and see everything that was going on around Norman, but not enough to feel what Norman was feeling physically.

Norman had been sitting in a conference room during a meeting. Goblin had surfaced to check in on Norman to make sure he was doing okay (though he would never admit to Norman that he did this) but stayed quiet. Norman had a rule against Goblin interfering with his work life, which Goblin followed. Usually, he only surfaced for a few seconds before fading again.

That time, something about Norman’s feelings and actions had caught Goblin’s attention. Norman was shifting in his chair, constantly making small changes to the way he was sitting. He was also constantly glancing up at the clock. These actions were unusual for him. Normally, in a meeting, Norman would be still, absorbed in the meeting. Now, he looked like he didn’t want to be there.

Goblin tapped into his emotions and found that he was distraught. He could feel discomfort and worry.

Something was wrong.

Goblin decided to break the rule and talk to Norman. He was beginning to feel concerned for the man and wanted to know if he was okay.

“What’s wrong?” he asked. “Do I need to take control?”

No, Norman quickly thought. Goblin was surprised that he actually responded. I’m fine. I just need to use the bathroom. I’ll go after this meeting is over.

Goblin was confused.

“Didn’t you use the bathroom to get ready this morning?” he asked. “Why would you need to get ready a second time? You’re already at work.”

Goblin could tell that Norman was holding back laughter and forcing down a smile.

I don’t mean I need to get ready a second time. I should have been more specific. I need to pee.

Goblin understood what that meant.

“Why don’t you go now?” he asked. He didn’t understand why Norman would endure discomfort. Clearly he wanted to leave, and clearly needing to pee was making him feel uneasy, but he was still sitting in this meeting.

I can’t, Norman replied. It wouldn’t be very professional of me to leave in the middle of a meeting. And this meeting is especially important.

Someone asked Norman a question and Goblin waited until Norman had answered to start talking again.

“I didn’t say you had to leave. You could just go.”

Goblin noticed that Norman suddenly felt shocked and appalled.

Meaning, like…right here and now? Are you suggesting that I should piss myself?

“Is that not a good way to solve this problem?”

That’s the worst way to solve this problem. That’s exactly what I’m trying not to do.

“But why would you just suffer?”

This meeting is important.

“More important than going pee?”

At the moment, yes.

Goblin was still confused as to why Norman was letting himself suffer just to sit through a boring meeting. But he stopped talking. He could feel Norman starting to get annoyed by him and he didn’t want to upset him.

He didn’t leave, though. Most times, he would fade if Norman was in a meeting so he didn’t have to listen to the monotonous content. But he was so intrigued by Norman’s behavior that he stayed. He listened to the entire meeting, careful not to interrupt Norman’s thoughts, only because he was curious to see what Norman would do when it ended.

Eventually, the meeting ended. Norman packed the papers in front of him away and stood up. He rushed out of the room and to what Goblin assumed was his personal office. He dropped off the briefcase he was holding and rushed out of the room.

Goblin faded as Norman walked into the bathroom; he assumed the man would want privacy.

Now, he dwelled on the feeling for a few seconds. Then, he once again focused on the smell of breakfast. He determined that breakfast was more important to him than the feeling, so he stood up from the bed and made his way downstairs.

Otto — Norman’s husband — was cooking breakfast when Goblin walked into the kitchen.

“That smells good,” Goblin remarked. His mouth was watering. He sat down at the small table in the kitchen and watched Otto. The man looked back at him briefly and smiled.

“Good morning,” he said.

“I should let you know that I’m not Norman,” Goblin said.

“Does that mean I can’t wish you a good morning?” Otto asked. Goblin thought for a moment, then replied,

“Good morning.”

“Did you sleep well?” Otto asked, turning back to his cooking.

“Yeah,” Goblin replied, though he didn’t recall going to sleep.

“That’s good,” Otto said.

Goblin continued to make small-talk with Otto as Otto finished making breakfast. The conversation provided a distraction from the feeling that kept getting stronger. Goblin knew he should do something about it, but he didn’t want to. He wanted to eat first.

When he’d finished eating, though, he was forced to focus on the feeling again. While Otto started cleaning up, Goblin left the kitchen. He half-intended to go to the bathroom, but then he had a different thought.

I should get dressed.

He looked down at the pajamas that he was wearing and decided that he was going to get dressed first, before using the bathroom.

He went upstairs and into Norman and Otto’s bedroom. He picked out a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and walked to the master bathroom attached to the bedroom.

He faced away from the toilet as he changed and left the room immediately afterwards.

…

Goblin squirmed in his seat as he worked on the drawing for a new project he planned to do. He’d had an idea of making bombs that were less destructive and could be used in other ways. It gave him something to do so he wasn’t bored.

He’d planned to use the bathroom when he made his way back downstairs. But then he’d walked past the lounge, attached to which was the secret lab where he kept all of his gadgets and his glider, and thought about the project he’d been working on. He’d decided to do some more work on that first.

He didn’t know how much time had passed since then, but the feeling had grown steadily worse with each passing minute. Still, he forced himself to ignore it. He didn’t want to use the bathroom. He thought it would be boring, just standing there and pissing and doing nothing else. He would much rather be doing something that he actually enjoyed doing. Something that was actually stimulating.

“Please go use the bathroom.”

Goblin stopped working, confused.

“Norman?” he asked. He couldn’t recall a time when Norman had talked to him while he was in control.

“Please,” he heard the other man plead. “You could damage my bladder by waiting too long.”

“It’s boring,” Goblin said.

“Then let me take control and I’ll go. Then you can come back.”

“Fuck no,” Goblin snapped. “This is the only day where you don’t get to intervene. I’m not ruining that.”

“Goblin, please.”

Goblin ignored Norman, pushing him to the back of his mind along with the need to pee. He didn’t want to deal with either of those things right now. He just wanted to work on his project.

…

Goblin waddled out of the lab, his legs squeezed together so tightly that he could barely walk. He no longer cared about how exciting or dull using the bathroom would be — he just needed to go.

He’d finally decided to make his way to the bathroom when he’d accidentally peed his pants a little. But by then, he knew it was too late. Still, he decided to try.

It felt like the bathroom was miles away. It took him forever just to shuffle across the floor of the lounge. When he finally left the room, he looked down the long hallway that led to where the bathroom was.

He sighed, then began walking down the hallway one small step at a time. His control kept slipping. Every time it slipped, he paused to gain it back before continuing. But every time he gained it back, it slipped again. The continuous stopping and going made the trip down the hallway infinitely longer.

I’m not going to make it, he thought. Though, he didn’t really know why he was even trying. He could see the bathroom, and he knew it was too far away for him to get there in time. This realization, along with another slip of control, caused Goblin to give up. He froze in the middle of the hallway as his control slipped again, and this time he didn’t bother trying to get it back.

Warmth spread between and down his legs. The relief was immense. His legs were shaking and he felt like his knees might buckle. The urine that ran down his legs was pooling at his feet, soaking his socks. He was too relieved to care.

It was at that moment that he saw Otto enter the hallway. When he saw Goblin, Otto started walking towards him.

“There you are!” he said. “I—”

He froze in his tracks and stopped talking. He was staring at Goblin with wide eyes. Goblin forced a smile and a small wave.

“What happened?” Otto asked.

“Is it not obvious?” Goblin replied. He knew there was no point in lying. There was no way Otto couldn’t tell what had happened.

“Why?” Otto asked. “I thought you would have gone when you woke up this morning!”

“I didn’t want to. There were more important things to do.”

“I doubt that.”

“It’s boring.”

“So? It’s something you need to do.”

“It’s stupid.”

Otto didn’t respond to that. Goblin hoped maybe he’d decided that it wasn’t worth fighting with him. Instead, Otto said,

“Go change. And then bring Norman back. You’re done.”

“That’s not fair!” Goblin yelled. “Today is my day!”

“I don’t care,” Otto said. “This is unacceptable—”

Otto was about to say more but Goblin interrupted him by yelling,

“I had to go!”

“That’s not an excuse!” Otto was yelling now too. “You should have gone earlier! Then this wouldn’t have happened! You are an adult! If you can’t act like one then you don’t deserve to be here!”

Goblin said nothing. Something about the last sentence didn’t sit right with him. Was Otto really to say whether or not he deserved to be here? He assumed he was as deserving of having his own life as Norman was.

“Go upstairs and get changed,” Otto demanded. “It better be Norman who comes back down. I don’t want to see you for the rest of the night.”

Goblin clenched his fists and scowled at Otto. He wanted to lash out — both verbally and physically — but knew that doing so would just make everything worse. Instead, he spun around and stormed away.

…

The next night, Goblin was sitting on Norman and Otto’s bed, wearing only his underwear, working on his project. He heard a knock on the door but it opened before he could tell Otto to fuck off.

“Can we talk?” Otto asked.

“No,” Goblin replied. “Go away.”

But Otto didn’t go away. He approached the bed and sat on the side next to where Goblin was sitting. Goblin groaned internally but kept quiet.

“I want to talk about what happened last night,” Otto said.

“I don’t,” Goblin replied.

“I’m sorry for what I said,” Otto continued, ignoring Goblin’s comment. “About you not deserving to be here. I shouldn’t have said it. It’s not my decision to say whether or not you deserve to be here. I’m sorry.”

The apology didn’t make Goblin feel much better.

“But that’s what you think,” he said. “Otherwise you wouldn’t have said it.”

“I know,” Otto said. “I’m sorry. I’m still trying to get used to you being here more often. I shouldn’t have been so harsh.”

Goblin was quiet for a few seconds, pondering what he should say. He wanted to continue arguing with Otto, but he knew it wasn’t worth it. He sighed.

“Thanks for the apology. I’m not accepting it right now, though. I’m still mad at you.”

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