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OWP: "Speech"

It's been a while since I posted an Omo Without Plot. But I have another one.

This one is again about Green Goblin. It was supposed to be a one-shot added to my GodsPEEd Gobby one-shots ("Speech" is the name I gave it), but I never finished it and don't really feel like doing so. So I'm posting it as an OWP instead.

This is a very rough draft. I didn't even finish writing the speech Goblin gives or the questions and answers. It's also unfinished. It is also very long (the document I wrote it on is 8 pages).

Please Enjoy!

Goblin followed Otto into the public bathroom. It was crowded and he found that all three stalls were occupied. He sighed, annoyed that he had to wait when he couldn’t even feel the discomfort that meant he needed to release pee.

“I don’t even have to go,” he whined. “It’s a waste of time.”

“You should try anyways,” Otto replied. “I don’t want you to have to go when we’re stopped in traffic.”

Goblin hated to admit that Otto was right. He’d had the experience of needing to use the toilet while stuck in traffic before. He didn’t want to experience it again.

Still, he hated trying to use the toilet when he didn’t feel the need to. It always took a long time and usually didn’t feel worth it when he was finished.

A toilet flushed and someone walked out of one of the stalls. Goblin didn’t rush to enter it. He was also slow to close and lock the door. He turned around and stared down at the toilet. Sometimes, if he looked at the toilet, the discomfort would appear.

He felt nothing.

He sighed again.

“Do I have to?” he asked.

“You’ll be glad that you did,” he heard Otto say from the other side of the door. “Trust me.”

Goblin reluctantly turned around and pushed his pants and underwear down. He sat and waited but nothing happened. He tried to release pee but couldn’t feel anything happen.

“I swear I don’t have to go,” he said.

“Keep trying,” Otto replied.

Even though he was annoyed, angry, and bored, Goblin didn’t argue. He sat, staring at the door in front of him. After a minute, he heard Otto speak again.

“Any luck?” he asked.

“No,” Goblin replied.

There was a short pause.

“Are you working on any new projects?” Otto finally asked.

Goblin knew what he was doing. He was trying to provide a distraction. In other instances where Otto had asked Goblin to use the bathroom when he didn’t need to, Otto would talk to Goblin about something unrelated to the toilet. Oftentimes, if he didn’t focus on needing to pee, the discomfort would suddenly appear, and he’d be able to release pee.

“Not right now,” he answered Otto’s question. He shifted his posture. The toilet wasn’t the most comfortable place to sit.

“You should,” Otto said. “It would give you something to do. And I know you like making things.”

Sometimes, on Saturdays when Goblin was in control, Otto would go into the workshop at the place he worked to work on his inventions and Goblin would come with him. He would sit off to the side to stay out of Otto’s way and tinker with scraps of material that Otto had discarded. Sometimes he made little inventions and Otto was always impressed by Goblin’s ability to build things without a blueprint. Norman was impressed as well. Sometimes Otto brought scraps home so Goblin could build stuff on nights when he was in control.

“I do like making things,” he agreed now. He felt a brief tinge of discomfort, but as soon as he focused on it, it went away.

“Do you want to come up with something now?” Otto asked.

“Sure,” Goblin replied. “I have nothing better to do.”

“What kind of thing would you want to make?” Otto asked.

“Something that explodes,” Goblin answered. He heard Otto laugh.

“Of course,” Otto said.

“Preferably something that won’t hurt anyone,” Goblin said. “I wouldn’t want to get arrested.”

“Or hurt someone,” Otto added.

“Yeah, sure,” Goblin said. “That too.”

“Okay,” Otto said. “So, a bomb that doesn’t hurt anyone. Fireworks, maybe?”

“I love fireworks,” Goblin said. “Definitely fireworks. Big, loud ones.”

“Okay,” Otto said.

“I like the fireworks that have multiple explosions in one,” Goblin said. “You know those ones? They explode but then there are also smaller explosions?”

“Those are cool,” Otto agreed.

Goblin opened his mouth to add something but then stopped. A strong discomfort had washed over him. He instantly focused on it, did what he felt he needed to, and sighed as his body finally released pee.

Neither he nor Otto said anything until he was finished. He always found it odd that, even though he hadn’t needed to go, he still felt better once he’d gone.

“I’m done,” he announced.

“Great,” Otto said. “Good job.”

“Thanks for the distraction,” Goblin said as he stood. “It helped.”

“Glad to help,” Otto said.

Goblin redressed, flushed, and left the stall. He washed his hands, and as he was drying them, he said,

“I’ll wait outside for you.”

“Sounds good,” Otto replied. “I won’t take too long.”

Goblin tossed the paper towels he’d dried his hands with and left the bathroom.

…

The lobby of the auditorium was crowded with people. All of them were dressed in suits or dresses and were huddled in small groups, talking and laughing. Goblin felt out of place amongst the business men and women who worked for Oscorp and its partnering businesses. He was there to speak about his future involvement in the company, which several of the Oscorp higher-ups had suggested and which Norman had agreed upon. But he knew nothing about business, didn’t know any of these people, and felt like he shouldn’t be there.

“I don’t belong here,” he said to Otto, who had walked in behind him and stood next to him.

“Not yet,” Otto replied. “But soon you will.”

Goblin fussed with his suit jacket and slacks. He hated wearing suits. They were uncomfortable and always felt too small. He felt like the tie around his neck was choking him. He felt like he couldn’t breathe in the buttoned suit jacket. The slacks were too tight compared to the sweatpants he usually wore.

“Leave the suit alone,” Otto said. He scowled at him.

“I don’t want to wear it,” he growled. “It’s too tight.”

“It shouldn’t be,” Otto said. “You’re just not used to wearing it.”

Goblin reached up and pulled the collar away from his neck.

“I’m taking it off as soon as this is over,” he said.

“You can definitely do that,” Otto said. “I even brought a change of clothes so you could change before we leave if you want.”

“Thank God,” Goblin said. “You’re a lifesaver.”

Before Otto could respond, Goblin saw Harry, Norman’s son, approaching them.

“Goblin?” he asked when he’d stopped in front of them.

“Great, it’s you,” Goblin said.

“Glad you decided to come!” Harry said.

“I’m here for Norman, not you,” Goblin said.

“You should meet some of your fellow coworkers,” Harry said. “I can walk you around and introduce you to some people.”

Goblin tried not to groan or roll his eyes. The term “coworkers�� implied that he’d be actively working alongside them, which he didn’t think would actually happen. He had a strong feeling that, after his speech, people would be less enthusiastic about hiring him.

“Sure,” he said to Harry. “Whatever.”

“You should use the bathroom first, though,” Otto said. “It’s been a while since you last went.”

This time, Goblin did groan and roll his eyes at Otto.

“I think I can determine whether I need to go,” he said.

“At least have Harry show you where the bathrooms are so that you don’t have to search for them if you do need to go,” Otto said.

“Fine,” Goblin reluctantly agreed.

“I’ll show you where they are,” Harry said. He beckoned Goblin to follow him as he turned around and Goblin did so.

…

Everyone around Goblin laughed as Goblin finished the story about Norman that he’d been telling. Goblin was surprised that they were enjoying hearing somewhat embarrassing stories about their CEO. He wouldn’t have expected them to.

“Tell another one,” the man standing across from him said. “If you have another one.”

“Oh I have plenty of stories about Mr. Osborn,” Goblin said. He leaned back in his chair with a sigh and started telling another story. By the time he had finished the story, which was also followed by a bout of laughter, Otto was standing next to him.

“You look like you’re having fun,” he said.

“I’m telling embarrassing stories about Norman,” Goblin said, looking up at him. “It’s great. And they’re loving it.”

He gestured to the people around him.

“You’re giving your speech in fifteen minutes,” Otto said. “Are you ready?”

“Of course I’m ready,” Goblin said. He patted the breast of his suit jacket. “I’ve got my notecards right here.”

He heard a few chuckles around him.

Otto leaned his face closer to Goblin’s and spoke quietly into their ear.

“You should try to use the bathroom now so you won’t have to go while you’re speaking.”

Goblin’s smile turned into a frown.

“I don’t have to,” he said. Sometimes he said that even though he didn’t mean it because he didn’t want to go. But this time it was true. He didn’t feel any discomfort.

“You should try anyways,” Otto replied in the same quiet voice. Goblin sighed. It was no use arguing with Otto.

“Fine,” he said. He looked back at the people around him and said “Excuse me,” before standing up from his chair and walking to the bathrooms Harry had shown him the location of earlier.

The bathroom wasn’t crowded. He locked himself in one of the stalls, hung his suit jacket over the door, and sat on the toilet.

He waited.

And waited.

There was no discomfort.

He did what he usually did to release pee, just in case maybe he just couldn’t feel the discomfort, but nothing came out of him. Otto wasn’t there to provide a distraction. If he couldn’t go now, he wouldn’t be able to.

Sighing, he stood up and pulled his pants back up, tucking his shirt into them. He flushed the toilet out of habit and pulled his suit jacket down. He exited the stall, washed his hands, and walked back into the lobby.

When Otto asked if he’d gone, he lied and said that he had.

He sat down and continued to talk with the Oscorp employees and nobody mentioned the bathroom again.

…

The auditorium was almost full. Goblin could barely see the people sitting in the stands from his spot behind the podium. He swayed slightly, shifting from foot to foot. He’d never spoken in front of a crowd before. He felt nervous and tried to stay calm.

It’s not a big deal, he thought. You know what you’re doing.

He shuffled the note cards he was holding in his hand. They had bullet points of everything he’d planned to say in his speech, reminding him in case he forgot what he’d memorized. He quickly ran the speech over in his mind before looking back up at the crowd.

“Hello, everyone,” he said into the microphone in front of him. The murmur of voices he’d been hearing slowly faded. The auditorium fell silent. He felt some heat in his cheeks at the thought that the only thing people could hear was him.

He pushed the nerves away. He didn’t need to be nervous. He would be fine.

“It’s great to be here tonight,” he said. “I’ve met some of you earlier, but for those I haven’t met, I’m called ‘The Green Goblin,’ but most of my friends just call me ‘Goblin.’ You can call me that, if you want. Or ‘Mr. Goblin.’ Or ‘Mr. Green.’ I don’t really care.”

There was a wave of chuckles in the crowd but they faded quickly.

[Goblin gives his speech. He gets about halfway through when the feeling hits him].

His breath caught in his throat. The need to pee was bad. Really bad. Worse than he would have expected given that he hadn’t needed to go until now. He shuffled on his feet, trying to stay calm, and continued.

“[another part of the speech].”

The need to pee was getting worse, and quickly. Goblin felt the urge to do what he knew would get rid of it but tried his best not to act on the urge. He tried to focus on his speech, making himself look as calm as he could.

“[More of the speech].”

He came to the sudden realization that the speech was a distraction. He knew that for most people, distracting them from needing to pee made it easier to bear. But Goblin had so often used distraction to make himself pee that it was only making the urge to do so stronger.

He felt his face heating up and his palms were starting to sweat. His hands were beginning to shake.

“[conclusion of the speech].”

He paused as another strong wave of discomfort and urgency washed over him. He was trying not to dance in place but wasn’t succeeding very well. He squeezed his legs together which made the slacks more tight and uncomfortable than they already were.

“Are there any questions?” he asked.

He saw multiple hands raise. He pointed at the audience in the general direction of one of the hands.

“How about you, there in the front,” he said. One of the people lowered their hand and pointed to themself. Goblin nodded and the person smiled at him.

“[Question]?”

Goblin winced. He couldn’t fight the urge anymore but continued to try anyway as he answered the question.

“[Goblin’s answer].”

Hands raised again. Goblin really needed to pee. Still, he called on another person.

“[Question]?”

“[Goblin’s answer but it’s cut short]--”

Goblin stopped speaking abruptly when he felt a wave of warm liquid come out of him and flood into his pants. He was peeing in his pants. He needed to go to the bathroom now if he wanted any chance of making it to the toilet.

“I’m sorry,” he said into the microphone. His voice was rushed and shaking. “I need to use the bathroom. Excuse me.”

He turned away from the microphone and rushed to the edge of the stage. He quickly descended the stairs and started making his way up one of the aisles between the rows of seats. He felt another flood of warm liquid escape him and tried to stop it. He got it to stop for a second but felt it happen again as he got to the exit to the auditorium and pushed the door open.

He tried to run to the bathroom but could only manage a quick waddling jog. Warm liquid periodically escaped him in waves and his heart was racing. He’d waited too long to empty his bladder and now his body was doing it for him. He hoped that maybe, if he tried hard enough, he would be able to release at least a significant amount of it into the toilet instead.

He waddled into the bathroom and into one of the stalls. He locked himself inside, ripped off his suit jacket, and dropped it onto the floor. He struggled to get his pants and underwear off and nearly ripped his slacks pulling them down.

He dropped onto the toilet and finally allowed his body to release pee.

He heard a small trickle. Then nothing.

He knew the implication of that small trickle. Most of the pee in his body had been released into his pants as he tried to get to the bathroom.

He thought he would feel some strong emotion — anger, upset, embarrassment — but he only felt slightly disappointed that he hadn’t made it to the toilet in time.

He continued to sit on the toilet, unsure what to do. He tried to release pee again, hoping that maybe he’d just been imagining the warmth and that the trickle had only been the start of a much larger flood. But no pee escaped him.

He finally felt anger when he realized that Otto had been right. That he should have tried to use the bathroom earlier. He swore quietly.

He heard someone enter the bathroom.

“Goblin?”

It was Otto’s voice. Goblin didn’t want to talk to Otto, but he answered him anyway.

“I’m here,” he said.

He heard footsteps approaching his stall and then saw Otto’s feet under the stall door. They stopped and turned in his direction. Then one of Otto’s metal arms snaked under the door, grabbed the suit jacket, and lifted it out of the stall.

“Are you okay?” Otto asked. Goblin sighed.

“Please don’t say ‘I told you so’,” he said. “I know you were right.”

“I wasn’t planning on saying that,” Otto said. “I just came in here to make sure you’re okay.”

“I peed in my pants,” Goblin admitted.

“Okay.”

It was all Otto said. Goblin almost wished he’d said more, wished he’d chastised him.

“I have a change of clothes in the car, remember,” Otto finally said after a long pause. “I’ll go out and get those and you can change.”

“I want to go home,” Goblin said.

“We will,” Otto replied. “Your speech was good, by the way. I didn’t even think you needed a toilet until you started asking questions.”

“I didn’t need one until about halfway through,” Goblin said. “It got worse during the question and answer.”

“I’m going to go get the clothes,” Otto said. “I’ll be right back.”

“Okay.”

The feet turned and walked away. Goblin looked down at the soiled pants and underwear still pulled up to his knees. The dark stain was clearly visible on the front of his slacks. Not wanting to be reminded of what happened, he pushed them down and they landed in a wet heap on the floor at his feet.

…

And that's where it ends. Again, it is unfinished.

Thanks for reading!

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