𝐃𝐎𝐂 𝐎𝐂𝐊 .

All it took was a glance at the tabloids to know what this Harry Osborn looked like, still unruly curls that his Harry had - always interested the vain part of him if the differences, crack in the similarities - this case was no different, he wanted Norman’s blood and head on a stick, didn’t phase him which one but it seem the further he dug, the man had perished here. Lacklustre his plan. Wringing a certain someone’s neck would suffice. But on this day, Otto had all his limbs occupied trying to juggle shit -materials for his new spider layer- from the store (having stolen Norman’s credit card altering the chip to handle the multiverse.) When one of his robotic hands clamped up, dropping something mere foot near Harry’s foot. “Not to insult the blind but are you blind?” Otto said, shifting the heavy load in his arms, suggesting that he had been shopping. “Nor am I a brainless influencer begging for a D-list celebrity give me attention. If I were, I’d go to Paris Hilton - because I have taste.” 

@trustfundbabe​

“Are you afraid of a little competition, Stark?” He dryly joked, having tricked all the avengers before granted his earth’s Tony wasn’t sober at the time and seeing both Otto and Tony attended MIT, what is a little competition between chums? Leaving it up to Stark whether he’s referring to sciences or that of young Peter Parker, hopelessly naïve Peter. “Calm down, short shack. No need for nastiness.” More interested in looking through the eyewear given to see whatever Tony’s working on. “You’d only end up hurting yourself.” 

  @irxnstrk​

“You’re referring to this universe’s Otto - the rotting mess of a mad scientist...” Otto darkly chuckled. “Still mad as a cut snake.” He smirked at Ed gesturing for him to sit on the nicest chair of his warehouse - crafting his lab that he’ll disguise as a spider layer.  Not having to re-brand to much it was nice to know that Doctor Octopus of this world had some kind of impact to leave a dent. “Everyone has one, but no one can lose it. What is it?” He knew it was a simple riddle, it is the best way to describe versions of one self in the multiverse. “I couldn’t agree with you more, aside from personally knowing you in my verse. Information is everything, this will be worth more then gold once up and running.” He said, opening his fleshy palm to reveal realistic looking spider - however, it isn’t one. A little mimic camera. His tentacles busy behind him, securing a panel to the wall. “Heroes, aren’t good at tidying their cobwebs.”

@ofnygma​

All his lies had lead him this point and time, differing universe and all. Which meant a re-branding on his part to craft a new name from himself here, never a fun time. Branding is everything. He’d been running around however, openly as a HERO but partly weevilled into the villains underground here, expending it is more fun this way. Dawning his Superior Spider-Man suit in Gotham for the first time in a year since his hero days are behind him, he need to obtain a little spider’s trust and then squish it like a bug, purposely being out numbered even for that of a Spider-person can handle. His tentacles appearing in the slick red, harshly pointed that he had to fight his own urges and his arms urges to make the points sharp to cause serious damage. Having a dog pile of people on his back, arms retracted inwards before fling them off his back completely before they seemed to scatter in all different directions. “Does any Spider-person have any type of luck?” He laughed it off getting square punched in the jaw from one of the assailant, reflex of his wrist to send the man against the wall without his permission. “I’d have something witty to say but it would be wasted on you.” He grumbled in the direction of the fly in the web, rubbing bruising area of his chin through his mask.

Raising his chin to look up in the direction of the voice and tilting it back down his reflector eyes catching the moon light - glinting it in the other’s eyes, it was unfamiliar to him, expecting Miles of this earth not Peter. But the suit could only be Parker’s. “Hello Peter.” 

@queensbestwebslinger​

Otto was fully raging on his *multiverse* phone - how he required the cellular device is besides the point and a rather lengthy one of betrayal - the veins in his neck surfacing as he yelled at Norman Osborn from his earth (earth-616) about using his designs without his name whilst slanging him off to get him the hell out of this universe. “You’re idiocy is insatiable!” He yelled through the other end of the phone, sadistic dry laugh at Norman. After a few anger filled twitches from Otto, slight shaking in his wrist of the two fingers that held the device and blinding red rage towards someone he once deem as a friend. “You’ll live to regret this, Norman.” He spoke, coldly and clearly that anyone could understand. Though his arms weren’t on the display, he felt the hum of them, begging to squeeze the goblin’s neck until there is no life and in a second the jumped to life from Otto’s back though he sensed a passer by near him - he was to caught in the heat of the moment. When his left metal arm darted straight towards the stranger’s face, stopped however inches from their face and the hand twisted mimicking a puppet sock speaking, determining if a threat. “I have more pointed things to deal with you right now,” Otto hang up the phone, huffing out a sigh and glancing in the direction of the person at the end of his arm. “Voyeurism went out years ago.” He miffed out. 

@fallengothamstarters​