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Doc Ock stands still in front of Norman's Body, shaken.
His eyes closed and throat filled with Blood and flowers leading from his mouth.
Florals, resembling his favorites.
He used his tentacle arms to carry this burdened multi millionare, and gently placed him on top of their office desk.
He looked at the flowers Norman gifted him. It's decaying in red.
He looked at Norman in tears and anger.
"Norman, You're deeply affected... Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
He replied by gently placing his hand in Otto's palm, gently encircling as if gesturing him to be calm, not to be afraid.
Otto silently kissed the newly bloomed flower that grew in the cursed mouth of Norman.
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