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oddvaarking · 2 years

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The Good, the Bad, and the Todd (prologue)

part of the odd squad forever fan fic series

Sypnosis: Otis makes an encounter with a long lost acquaintance while on his way home.

A/N: Hi! I figured I’d make Todd’s debut story , so I wrote this. This is just the prologue, so the actual storyline for this episode will come out sooner or later. Enjoy! And please like, reblog or share when you’re finished reading! <3 Also Todd’s character is fractionally inspired by Saul Goodman. Just thought i’d say that. Also content warning, this prologue is PG-13. it includes language some might deem “inappropriate”.

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It had been a very long and productive day at work, and Otis had not too long ago clocked out. He had said his goodbyes and good nights to his co-workers, before departing.

When he reached his car, he dug in his pocket for his car keys. He fumbled with them, trying to find the one to unlock his car. The blue eyed blondie actually ended up dropping his keys because he was searching too quick. Otis never liked dark spaces, as nothing good ever occurs in them.

*clack*

“Shoot. Sweaty hands today, I guess.” Otis said to himself, bending over to pick them up. As if on cue, when he pressed the button to unlock his car, a stray soda can fell onto the concrete. The noise startled Otis, and made him paranoid. His eyes darted around, and his fight or flight sense kicked in.

“Hello…?” Otis said. He looked around. Complete and utter darkness. Someone could be hiding in the shadows, getting ready to strike the vulnerable Otis. Or it could just be a raccoon or something.

Just then, another clank was heard, coming from near the garage elevator. Otis went to investigate the noise and tiptoed quietly towards it, doing his best to make minimal noise. He hid behind a stone column adjacent to the elevator so he could get a peek at what or who was making noise. Otis peeked from behind the column…

it was a raccoon, messing with a soda can.

Otis sighed in relief. ‘Just a raccoon,” he thought. When he turned around to head back to his car, his heart almost jumped out of his chest.

Someone was staring right at him, and they weren’t much more than 3 feet away.

“AHHHHH! WHATTHEF—“

“Shhh…calm down.” The figure assured Otis before they stepped out into the flickering garage light…

The man had a familiar look to him…

there was a tuft of white hair in the front, while the rest of it was black. A part of his eyebrow was white… the whole shtick reminded Otis of a skunk.

No.

No way.

God no.

The mysterious garage lurker was none other than Odd Squad’s former enemy…

which they called Odd Todd.

“Odd Todd???” Otis yelled in shock.

“Dude stop yelling.”

“...”

“By the way, it’s just Todd. Todd Schwartz, Attorney. Sort of.” He said proudly, shaking Otis’s hand and giving him his business card. The blonde boy looked at the card, eyes widening in disbelief. “Uh…why are you here? I don’t need an ‘attorney…sort of…’” Otis commented, mocking Todd’s “attorney sort of”.

“Sure ya do! I mean, everyone gets into sticky situations that need settled or fixed eventually, right?” Todd said, grinning at Otis. Todd’s teeth shined in the dim garage light, his noticeably sharp canine teeth seeming to give off an ominous glow.

“No…no they don’t…”

“Come on, duck boy!” Todd said, ruffling up Otis’s blonde hair. It now stood up on its ends and made him look like he just got out of bed. “I also am good at making deals with the common folk.”

“I’m sorry, Todd. I’m not interested in whatever you’ve got going on. Besides, ever since I confessed to everyone in that courtroom on that stressful day, I’ve tried my hardest to be a…decent…ish… person. It’s not only that, but I don’t want to break Olympia or anyone I care about ever again. I had made that promise to myself shortly after Ms. O’s departure from the precinct years ago. I just can’t afford it.” Otis walked away from Todd, hands in his pockets. “I know I can’t change the past. All I can do is learn from it, not make the same mistakes again, and keep my hands somewhat clean.”

Todd hurriedly followed Otis, still attempting to change his mind and get on his good side. In all reality, he just wanted an excuse to “work” with him. “It won’t be anything bad, I swear! I can be, like, your plug, your ‘know it all’ guy!”

“what the hell are you going on about?!?” Otis yelled at Todd once again.

Todd quietly shushed the agitated blonde, trying to get him to calm down. “I mean I can help you, whenever you need something out of the ordinary, or when you need something that regular people find suspicious or concerning, that’s where I come in!”

“I don’t need your help.” Otis growled. “Now can you please quit following me? I’m trying to go home because I’ve had a long day. Move before I report you for harassment.” Todd then ceased to follow Otis, standing under the dim garage lamp, which flickered for a bit. “You’re gonna need me sooner or later, man. Everyone does eventually.” Todd called out to Otis.

“Yeah like that’ll happen,” Otis muttered to himself before entering his car and turning the engine. He threw the business card that Todd gave him into the passenger seat next to him carelessly.

For the duration of the whole ride home, and even when he got home and readied for bed, Otis tried to clear Todd out of his mind and honestly, he was gonna pretend the whole “conversation” didn’t occur.

Because the last thing he wanted was any kind of trouble.

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oddvaarking · 2 years

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I don’t think I’ve posted this one before, but here’s an old-ish reference sheet of Otis from my Odd Squad Forever fic. I don’t even think I’ve posted the summary of my fic on Tumblr before (shocking) so I’ll have to make a post for that soon

(This is kinda old and my art style has changed since then, just a precaution lol)

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oddvaarking · 2 years

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hi y’all so i actually drew this a while ago, like when I was in the middle of writing the most recent chapter of my fic bc my mind went blank mid chapter…anyways here’s the scene of otis in the bathroom

and here it is without the filter

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oddvaarking · 2 years

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The Good, the bad and the Todd: Part I

Odd Squad: Forever fanmade series

Sypnosis: Otis is bothered at work by an annoying unexpected acquaintance, who begs for a “simple favor”.

A/N: If you haven’t read the prologue yet, please see pinned post on my acc. It is recommended that you read it for context.

//A/N 2: i hope yall enjoy this! i had to revise and edit this countless times because some parts I wrote while half asleep and tbh I just started typing anything 💀//

cw: mild swearing

It was nearing midday at Odd Squad. Everyone was in their designated workspace, with a select few either at the coffee station or talking and wandering around.

Otis was seated at his workspace, turning his pc on and waiting for it to boot. He not too long ago clocked in, because he overslept and ran late. But no surprise—that was just classic Otis.

Whilst waiting for his work computer to wake up, he shuffled his way over to the self-service area and poured himself a cup of coffee. Straight black, one packet of sugar, and a pinch of salt, just the way he liked it. From the self service station, Otis circled his way back to his desk and sat at his computer. He sighed when he sat down, putting his hot drink to to the side. His PC had just finished starting up and it was now showing the home screen, along with random shortcuts scattered all over the place. Otis double-clicked on an internet browser to navigate to his work email; he was about to find out what fresh new emails await him in his inbox.

“6 unread emails.”

One of them was a reply email from Ms. O. another one was a forwarded message from Olympia; she had needed help with completing the documents for a recently closed case and she wanted to get Otis’ final input. The rest were just spam emails from Orchid; she had sent him random links, and as a result, Otis shook his head and moved Orchid to spam.

He took a gander at the first email from his boss and replied with a swift yet semi-respectful answer. Subsequently, he studied the one that was forwarded by his red-headed partner. Speak of the devil, Olympia’s neck stretched out from behind her computer and into Otis’ view. “Did ya get my email?” She inquired, her squeaky voice making Otis jump.

“Y-yeah, I’m looking at it now.” Otis replied before taking a sip of his coffee.

“Y’know, reading this made me a bit confused, and I have no idea if we should get Oprah’s input on this.” Olympia explained, pushing her glasses up on her nose. She started biting her nails out of anxiousness as she waited for Otis to respond.

“Hm…” Her partner hummed to himself in focus, squinting his eyes. He read through the email carefully. He actually ended up reading it 3 times, due to his low attention span on the first 2 tries. His chin sat on the palm of his pale hand, and the tips of his fingers rested on his upper lip. Because his fingers were already there, Otis involuntarily scratched his mustache, periodically grunting.

“Yeah I think I’ll send this to her,”

No response came from Olympia; she only nodded and resumed typing on her keyboard. now that that was done and over with, Otis pulled a piece of paper from his desk drawer and began to scribble some side notes on it.

Otis was in the middle of a sentence when his phone buzzed in his back pocket. He pulled it out to see who was calling. “Unknown number…” Otis muttered to himself. He shook it off as a spam caller and hung up. Not long after, his phone rang again, and he followed a similar procedure: look at phone, hang up, put phone away. He was way too busy to answer any calls, at least right now.

His phone rang annoyingly again and it was the same unknown number. “I’ll be right back in a second,” Otis stood up, tossed his pencil on the desk in irritation, and departed for the men’s bathroom in one of the smaller hallways. Olympia watched as Otis walked off and did nothing except follow her partner with her eyes until he was no longer visible from her eyesight. Olympia looked towards her computer screen with a confused look.

Otis was going to give whoever kept calling him a piece of his mind, but this time he was gonna give them a piece and then some because they were calling him at work. Once he was inside and made sure no one else was occupying the bathroom, he locked himself in a stall and answered the call. “What? Who is this?!”

“It’s me! Calm down, jeez.” The voice on the other side of the line said, in a partial irritable tone. Similar to the one he heard in the parking lot a little while ago. Too similar.

Otis’s bluish-greyish eyes widened in realization, then his eyebrows furrowed. He didn’t expect to hear from him again, he didn’t want to.

It was Todd, the guy who stopped him approximately a week ago before he got in his car.

“I thought I told you to piss off?” Otis growled softly into his phone.

“Yeahhhh… but it didn’t work out, as I’m literally sitting here talking to you right now.” Todd chuckled, purposefully dragging the h in ‘yeah’.

While Otis was situated in the men’s bathroom, leaning on one of the stall walls, Todd, on the other end, was sitting in his messy office, his shoes on top of his desk. Papers were stacked everywhere, along with his many, many miscellaneous items and belongings. It honestly looked like a tornado had touched down in there. But, seemingly, that was the least of his problems. He had a cigarette in his hand, blowing the smoke out after taking an inhale.

“How the hell did you get my number?!” Otis asked.

“Hey man I know you’re at work right now, could you do me a favor?” Todd responded, ignoring the question with another question.

“No. Stop calling me, I ain’t interested. Go annoy somebody else.” Otis said in an assertive tone, and he hung up. Leaning his back on the side of the stall, he sighed. ‘Jeez, that man gives me a double-migraine.’

His phone rang again, buzzing in his hand. Otis decided to take matters into his own hands, and blocked the number that Todd was using to call him.

He exited the stall and headed toward the bathroom door to leave, however, just as he was about to touch the door handle, his phone vibrated again. It was an unknown number, but this time, it was a different one. Todd. He must be calling from a different number now. Otis raised the white flag as he mentally came to the sort-of conclusion there was nothing he could do to keep Todd from calling him. At least nothing right now. At this rate, who knows how long he could keep this up? Was he really that bored? Did he actually need help? Otis couldn’t figure it out by just standing there and staring at his illuminated screen like an idiot.

So, he gave in and answered.

“you’re so desperate that you use a different number to call me even when I’ve already told you not to, and even after I’ve blocked your first number. damn it man. what do you want?!”

“Hey! You’re back! Finally. I want you to do me a favor. I’m looking for something. It’s only something small, and I really need it.”

Otis sighed and pinched the top of his nose, between his eyes in defeat. “What could possibly be worth wasting my time?”

“It’s a case file from when I was an agent. It was put together some time before I became a….villain.” Todd explained. “It’s in a file cabinet in the Odd Squad archives. And hey-if you bring it to me I’ll give you…$300. Sound good?”

“Why do you need something like that? Last time I checked you were finished with being a villain, and were more interested in growing fruits.”

“Vegetables, man. Not fruits. Well, actually, count the tomato out because that’s a fruit. Anyhow, how’s about I tell you the reason after you fetch me the file?”

“Ugh, can’t you bring your lazy butt down here and get it yourself??”

“Nah. If someone catches me sneaking into the Odd Squad archives; me, the one and only Todd that has preyed on Odd Squad for years, it won’t look pretty.”

Otis heavily sighed.

15 seconds went by before Todd broke the silence. “So…Odd Squad archives, should be in section 6 column C. Thanks kid! I’ll be waiting on ya.” Todd said very, very fast, then abruptly hung up, not giving Otis a chance to respond.

“Todd…TODD?!”

Otis groaned to himself out of annoyance. He wanted Todd to stay away, and clearly he wasn’t gonna be doing that anytime soon.

The blonde haired man flushed the toilet, washed his hands, and left the men’s room to go back to his desk. Olympia was still there, her eyes glued to her computer screen. Otis sat down back at his chair and went back to work. He sighed and sulked down in his chair, his eyes looking up towards the flickering lights above. Otis sat like this for a while, the lights trapping him in a trance of his own, before snapping out of it.

As he was in the middle of writing a case report, he got a text from the same number that Todd called him from.

‘Hey’

Otis shook his head.

‘Come on, man it’s not that much, i just need you to swipe a file for me real quick’

‘please’

Otis didn’t want to respond to Todd’s spamming text messages, but his hands picked up the phone and started typing before he thought about anything.

‘If I do this will you stop annoying me?’

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It was a little while before Todd ended up responding.

‘ya sure whatever. anyways, you’re the best! i’ll be waiting for you here i hope you still have my business card 😁 if not, well, you got my number now’

Otis needed to drum up a plan. He was gonna get the file, give it to todd, then come back. And he [Otis] won’t have to worry about him ever again. Or, he [Todd] could toss his promise out the window and start begging him [Otis] for free favors. Two possible outcomes, and one was more frustrating than the other.

Otis buried his face in his hands before pulling them back off. When he did that, though, his face turned red. And his partner across from him could see Otis’s red-hot-chili-peppered face.

“You okay?” Olympia asked her partner.

“I’m gonna go look for my…phone! I think I must’ve forgot it when i left the bathroom or dropped it in the toilet…or something...”

“Huh? Oh…okay. Well, hurry back. And if you do end up trying to fish it out, please don’t try and do it yourself. I’m sure you don’t want a repeat of last time.”

“Yeahcoolokaythanks” Her partner said rapidly before slipping away back into the hallway.

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Otis— acting as inconspicuous as he could—approached the elevator in the north hallway and quickly pressed the down button. Repeatedly. His goal was to make sure no one was gonna hop on the elevator while he was there. And he was almost gonna have his way, that was, until Ocean walked up. He glanced at the elevator buttons. It was lit up, as it had already been pushed.

“Nice. I’m going down too.” Ocean commented in a calm voice. His voice made Otis stop pressing the button and nearly jump out of his skin. He turned to his creature-caring surfer friend, who had just caught him off guard.

“You good, man? I didn’t mean to scare ya like that. I’m sorry.” Ocean apologized, reassuring Otis. You could hear the surfer hawaiian accent in his voice. Otis just nodded in response.

The elevator beeped and both men filed inside, the doors closing behind them after they went in. As the elevator started down, there was a bit of an awkward silence between the two. Ocean had his hands in his pockets, while Otis’s left hand was in his back pocket, and his right was shaking nervously. He looked down at the wooden floor below, refusing to make eye contact with his temporary elevator buddy.

Ocean took note of Otis’s nervous hand shaking. He looked at him. “you ok, man? your hand is shaking like the san andreas fault.”

Otis didn’t respond.

“there anything on your mind?”

No response. just a shake of his head.

“just wanna let you know, i’m always here if you i wanna talk or something. i’m a good listener,” ocean said to his friend, who looked back up at him.

“thanks.” otis finally responded.

The elevator stopped at b3, Ocean’s destination. “Welp, that’s me.” Ocean said, both to himself and Otis.

“By the way, Otis—“ Ocean said on his way out of the elevator.

Otis looked up in response.

“Your fly is down.”

Otis’s face turned cherry red as soon as Ocean made that comment. After the elevator door closed, Otis scrambled to correct himself.

‘How humiliating…’

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B5. That’s the floor Otis was heading to, and that’s the one he stepped off on. As soon as he walked out of the elevator, though his jaw dropped in shock.

It had been a long, long, long time since Otis was last in the archives. There were aisles upon aisles of file cabinets. Otis groaned, he wanted to get in and get out of there as soon as possible, but looking at the size of the archives room, it looked like that was near impossible to accomplish.

*sigh* “Here we go…”

‘Section C…Column 6…section C, column 6…section c, column-‘

An old hanging wood sign that read “Section C” stood in front of Otis. He started down the aisle, mentally counting until he got to 6.

The blonde haired boy’s head faced up, high above his height to the tallest file cabinet, sighing in annoyance and rolling his eyes. ‘It couldn’t get any more difficult, huh.’

Otis left and came back momentarily with a step ladder. He was going to use the ladder to climb up and then search through the files on way down. Otis set the ladder down, and scaled to the top. He pulled open the highest cabinet, using his fingers to search through the files.

‘Not that one.’

He opened the one below it and searched that one.

‘Not that one either.’

He did the same thing to the drawer under the previous one…

‘Nope.’

and again…

‘Nuh-uh.’

Otis arrived to the third-to-last file cabinet. He pushed the ladder out of the way before opening it, due to the possibility of the ladder getting in the way of the drawer.

He hand-searched though the files.

‘A…B…C…D………..Q…R…S……’

‘T…T…T…’

‘T! There you are.’

Otis yanked the file out of the cabinet and quietly shut it. His mission was almost accomplished—he just needed to get outta there. He was on his way to the elevator, when he simultaneously caught a short glimpse of another agent that just came out of the elevator and into the archives. It looked like someone who worked in the defensive division.

“Shit.” Otis whispered to himself. He couldn’t afford to get caught, as this could possibly land him in some level of trouble. How was he supposed to explain why he was swiping a piece of Odd Squad property for an ex-villain?

Exactly.

‘Where to hide, where to hide?’

As his bluish-grayish eyes darted around the space around him, he finally locked his view on the dark photocopy room on the opposite side. Otis escaped into the side room, climbed to the top shelf and hid behind some boxes of printer paper. He hoped that whoever just came in would hurry up and get out so that his paranoia would go away and he could get out himself.

Otis sat in the closet for about 15 minutes. He stayed quiet and as still as he could, listening to any footsteps or movement. There was nothing. Nothing except the sound of the old rusty air conditioner, and his heavy breathing. At this point he knew for sure the coast was clear, and climbed back down from his hiding spot and out the small side room. He stopped in his tracks outside the door, though, and looked behind him at the room he just temporarily camped in, getting an idea.

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Otis hurried back to his workspace, the file hidden in the fabric of his jacket. His partner Olympia was absent from her chair. He was about to wonder where in the world his partner could be, but Otis lifted his watch up to his face.

‘It’s lunch time. I think I can hurry up and make this quick.’

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*beep beep*

Otis unlocked his car with his keys and opened his passenger side car door.

‘There it is.’

He opened his glove box and snatched the business card that was given to him by Todd.

He studied the address on the card and put it in his phone. It didn’t seem too far from here, so Otis decided to go there on foot. But it was raining, and Otis didn’t have an umbrella, so he had no choice but to make it quick.

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The door to the compact building creaked open. It was pouring outside, and Otis was just about soaked. “that’s real nice.” otis muttered to himself in a sarcastic ticked-off tone. he squeezed out some of the rainwater from his clothes using his hands. his clothes were wet. his hair? not so much. he only ran his hand through his hair to try and make it look like that it wasn’t affected by the rain, but his attempt was insufficient.

“Forget it.”

Otis sighed, taking in the air in the room around him. The room didn’t have a lot in it as far as furniture went. There was a couch and a table, along with a reception desk that had magazines and newspapers on it. He curiously picked up the newspaper on top; the date read February 14, 2019. Interesting. Grabbing another, the date read July 6, 2017. The newspaper under that one read April 1, 2015. Today was January 18, 2024.

“Why is he keeping outdated newspapers?! A waste of space and a fire hazard if you ask me,” He scoffed, tossing the years-old newspapers back on the table. He went straight into a hallway, which led into a middle room with a single glass side table with a bowl of fruit.

Somebody must be aware of Otis’s presence, because a low, seemingly unprofessional voice called out over an intercom, “To the left.” Otis looked up at the ceiling and there was the intercom along with a security camera. It looked like it was from a gas station.

Otis sighed and made a left, entering a hallway.

“My left, moron!”

Otis, after turning around, scoffed and whispered expletives to himself.

He walked through another hallway approached a door with a sign, and on said sign read “Schwartz”. The sign looked like it was made in a hurry, because it looked like it was cut from a cereal box. Not to mention it was written in dark green washable marker like a 3rd grader’s english project. He jiggled with the doorknob for a little while (the doorknob seemed…broken?) before suddenly jerking it left, and it opened.

“Well, well, well, look what we have here. I knew you would say yes!” Todd said, looking up at Otis, smiling. This was Todd’s main office, which he also used personally. His golden tooth could be seen in his mouth when he talked, which sat at the bottom row, at the back. He was currently smoking something. It didn’t look like a cigarette from Otis’s view, maybe it was something else.

“Also sorry about the door. As you can see, this pile of crap was pretty cheap to rent, one of the reasons being the faulty doors just like that one. I would’ve rented a place that looked half decent, but unfortunately not everyone is a billionaire like Bruce Wayne,” He pointed to the door that Otis not too long ago walked through.

“There’s your stupid file. And I only did this because you kept calling me until I was close to going nuts,” Otis said, tossing the file on Todd’s desk.

“Also, just so you know, that ain’t the actual file. I photocopied it so no one would notice it was missing if someone were to look for it while I was gone. Also, if you want a favor from someone, try not to call them a moron, ‘kay?” He explained, putting his hands in his pockets. “And I’d like to remind you: this was a one time thing. I don’t have time nor the energy to deal with you right now. Even if I did, I’d still would rather stare at the sun through a military grade telescope than to be affiliated with you,” Otis cleared his throat and stood up.

Todd hummed and nodded, picking up the file. He opened it, eyeing Otis, acknowledging his efforts.

“I would’ve appreciated the original file nonetheless, but—eh—I won’t complain. Thinking ahead, I like it. Smart boy. Very smart indeed.” Todd ignored that last part of Otis’s response on purpose.

“Alright, it’s all here. I’ll get your payment.” Todd said, putting the file down and looking around and in his desk.

“Damn it, I must’ve left it in one of the other rooms. this won’t take long.” Todd announced. He smushed whatever he was smoking in the ash tray on his windowsill and took his shoes off his desk. Todd went to go look for Otis form of payment—whatever it was— while he left his office with the latter unattended inside.

He waited patiently for Todd to come back, but to be honest, it was taking a while; Todd was taking his precious sweet time, even though he said it wouldn’t take long. Otis decided to use this time to take advantage and snoop around the room. He still didn’t trust Todd, so he went around looking for anything that could tell him if Todd was to be trusted or not.

Piles upon piles of paper and documents filled at least a quarter of this space. Now, one thing about Otis, he knew not to touch or go through people’s belongings without asking. But this time, curiosity got the best of him; he poked through some of the documents that were scattered across the room. He had found a pile of receipts sitting on the air conditioner behind his desk. There were a couple of unfinished letters, an eviction notice, some bills, even just some random drawings. Something caught his eye, though. There were about 7 letters informing Todd about about some type of outstanding balance. According to the context of the letters: Todd was apparently in some serious debt to someone or some business in the city, and they had sent letters many times, urging Todd to pay them off.

The first letter was sent in July. Last July.

‘The dates on these go all the way back to July of last year,’ thought Otis. He took a mental note of the address on each of these letters.

‘The address on all of these are the same…’73 Garfield Avenue…’’

Otis pulled out his phone and did a quick maps search of the address on the letter. Once entered, the map circled in on a business around 6 miles away.

“Wait…a casino owns this address?! is Todd…..into…gambling…?” He asked himself.

Otis was too deep in his own thoughts, so deep that he didn’t even notice Todd walking up to him.

“Yeah…why?”

And that concludes part one ! if you enjoyed it, give it a like and/or repost!

(A/N: I hope y’all liked this! I know I stopped at a weird place but I wanted to end on a cliffhanger🗿)

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oddvaarking · 2 years

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All’s Fail That Ends Well: part of the Odd Squad: Forever fic series

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AN: Hello guys, so I’mma start writing fics circling my odd squad forever au! Odd Squad: Forever is basically Odd Squad but all the agents we know are adults now. I’ve started writing a script about it a long time ago, so now I’m writing fics. I apologize in advance because this fic might sound corny 🗿

Synopsis: Otis and Olympia’s takes a trip to the local diner, and Olympia reveals to Otis that her the past 2 weeks of work have been costing her.

“Coming through!” A voice echos across the maze of odd doors. Olympia ran through the hallway with a stack of letters in her hands. The letters she had were supposed to be mailed to clients, and she needed to mail them before the mailroom closed for the night. “Excuse me!” “Oh, sorry, my bad!” “Please forgive me, I’m in a rush!” Olympia exclaimed after she had bumped into a few people walking in the opposite direction. Her head turned down when she looked at her watch: 7:59. The mailroom closed at 8pm. If she didn’t make it to the mailroom in time, she would be considered “tardy”, and Olympia would have to write another “late statement” email to her boss.

“Almost there…”

When she finally had the mailroom door within eyesight, the mailroom worker was almost getting ready to lock the door.

“Hold it!”

Olympia yelled before she burst through the doorway, leaving various papers that were already in the mailroom go flying. She pulled down the small hatch and quickly stuffed the letters in before letting the hatch slam closed. “Trying to avoid sending that corny email, eh, partner?” A voice startled Olympia, and made her turn to her side. Otis was standing on the opposite side of the hatch door. His lips shaped into a slight smirk, before going back to his usual non-emotional look. “Oh, cut that out.” Olympia grumbled. She was a bit pissed off that Otis could find time to make a joke in such a close call. The red-haired gal put her hands on her knees, panting as a result of her running. “Why does the mailroom have to be so far? I feel like I’m burning calories every time I race down here.” Olympia whined. “Well, you only have to run down here every time you miss the mail cart…so…” Otis said, picking at his fingernails. “Hey-are you done? I have to close up shop you know. You two goons can finish your conversation out there.” The mailroom worker whined, his face having “frustration” written all over it. Olympia sighed and walked out of the mailroom, with Otis trailing behind. “I’m heading to the Confalones joint for dinner. You can join me if you’d like.” “Nah, I’m good. I’m tired, and I think I have the supplies for a peanut butter and marshmallow sandwich at home.” Olympia said with a hint of exhaust in her reply. “Alright, suit yourself.”

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When they got back to their desks, Olympia sat down at her computer, and Otis cleaned his desk up. The lights were halfway off around the building. They usually did that near closing, as an attempt to save energy. Otis grabbed his jacket that sat on the back of his chair and put it on. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed, but you’re kind of doing a shitty job with those return letters to our clients. You might wanna fix that. See you tomorrow, partner.” He said to Olympia before making his exit to the tube lobby. She sighed and clicked her pen anxiously while finishing up some paperwork. Otis was right—she was slacking. For the past 2 weeks almost all of her return letters have been borderline late, with a couple actually being late. She sighed and began filling in the blanks on her paperwork, leaving various comments in the sidelines of the paper. In the middle of her writing, her stomach growled quietly. She hasn’t ate since breakfast because she needed to finish up those letters. Maybe she should’ve said yes to Otis’ dinner invitation. Maybe yes was still an option, if he hasn’t gone off too far yet. It was then that Olympia stood up from her swivel chair and fast-walked to the tube lobby. “Has he left yet?” She asked O’Callaghan. O’Callaghan knew who she was talking about, because he glanced at Otis when he entered the lobby. “Just now left. You’re right behind him.”

“Oh, good.” Olympia sighed in relief, happy that her partner had not gone off far. “To the ground, please.”

“Sure thing.” O’Callaghan replied, letting Olympia step into the tube entrance before shouting “squishinating!” at the top of his lungs and pressing the big blue button at his side.

When Olympia made it out of the building, she spotted Otis, who had not walked too far from the entrance. “Otis!” She yelled. Otis, who was looking down at his phone, looked behind him to see his partner running to catch up to him. “Changed your mind, huh?” Olympia responded with a nod. “I was getting kinda hungry, I haven’t eaten since breakfast, and I think that peanut butter and marshmallow sandwich can wait, to be honest.” She said. “Cool. Are you okay? It’s cold out here and the only layer you have on is your work blazer.” Otis said. He didn’t hide his occasional worries about his partner. He wasn’t ashamed of it either. “No, I’m good, thank you though.” Olympia smiled at him, thanking him for the offer.

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When they got to the diner, they stood in front of the building space for a while before entering. The bell that hung above the door rang when it was opened, alerting the waiter of the two’s presence. “Hi, just two? Well, follow my lead then.” The waiter said, grabbing two menus then leading the duo to their seats. He chose a booth that was one of the many booths sitting beside a large mural. Otis and Olympia sat down across from each other, and the waiter set their menus down in front of them. “I’ll be right back to take your drink order.” The brown haired waiter told them, before walking off to the kitchen. The duo went a while without saying anything to the other, and Olympia decided to break the silence. “Hey, thanks for allowing me to come with you. I appreciate it.”

Otis, who’s face was buried in the menu, only responded with an “mhm” followed by a nod. He was never the one to talk much, and was the polar opposite of his best friend and long time partner.

The waiter came back a little later. “Hello, I’m Nathan and I’ll be serving you. What would y’all like to drink tonight?” He said, with a notepad and pen in his hands. “Diet coke.” Otis responded. “I think a water would be fine for me.” Olympia followed. The waiter wrote down their drink orders, his pen making small scribbling noises as he wrote. “Are you ready to order?” Nathan asked the two. “Yeah, I’ll have the honey steak, medium rare. What’s the soup of the day for today?” Olympia asked. “The soup of the day is New England clam chowder.” Nathan replied. Olympia smiled in response. “I’ll have that as a side, then. Oh and as another side I’ll have carrots please.” “Alright, and for you, sir?” He turned to Otis. “I’ll take the shrimp and noodle salad, and I’ll have what she’s having when it comes to the soup side.” He said before sliding his menu to Nathan, who then took up both of the menus. “Alright, I’ll be back with your drinks!” He walked off with the menus the kitchen. He held the door open for an exiting waiter who had a couple of plates in his hands before walking into the kitchen himself.

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Not too long later, Nathan came back with Olympia and Otis’ drink orders. He sat them down on the table in front of them, placing a straw beside each drink. “There you go.” He said. Olympia answered with a quick “Thanks” before he disappeared into the kitchen once again. Olympia looked at her partner, who was currently on his phone. His phone lit up his face, changing colors as he swiped through it. Olympia began bouncing her leg in anxiousness.

Otis looked up from his phone at his partner. One unique thing about Otis was that he could tell when something was wrong. “You okay?” He asked in concern. “You’re looking worried, also your leg is shaking the table.”

“Oh, sorry.” Olympia apologized. She had realized what she was doing and stopped. “It’s nothing.”

Otis saw straight through Olympia’s lie. “It’s not nothing, it’s something. Speak.”

“…okay…well…it’s just that work has been exhausting and stressful. For the past 2 weeks or so it’s been like this. At this point I don’t know if the cases have gotten more incomprehensible or I’m just getting dumber.” Olympia said, resting her chin on the palm of her hand.

“I certainly don’t think it’s the latter. Otis said. “Y’know you can ask me for help, right?”

“Yes but I don’t want you thinking I need your help every day. I’d rather try and do it on my own than to bother you.”

“Olympia—“

“Otis, I said I’m fine, I’ve got it.” Olympia said, smiling. “I’ve always got it.”

“Okay then…” Otis responded. The waiter’s timing was almost perfect, because a bit after Otis’ response, the waiter came back with their food.

After their dinner at the diner, Olympia and Otis decided to go ahead and part ways for the night. Otis went back to the headquarters’ parking garage to get his car and head home, while Olympia went back to headquarters to do some more work. O’Callaghan was reading a newspaper when she arrived, he was so focused that he almost didn’t see her. When Olympia got back to her desk, she scrambled some papers, resuming her unfinished work.

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Otis has already been in bed when his clock read 1:21. For some reason he couldn’t stop thinking about Olympia and her work, so he got up, slid on his blazer over his pajamas, and drove to headquarters. When he arrived, O’Callaghan was asleep in his chair, newspaper on top of his head. Otis shook his head and chucked. As he walked into the main common area, he turned his phone’s flashlight on. Otis’ blue eyes widened at the scene in front of him: Olympia was sound asleep at her desk on top of her paperwork, her computer was in sleep mode, her hair was standing up like she rubbed a balloon with high static electricity on her head. Olympia had been overworking herself, and Otis could tell. He sighed before scooting Olympia and her chair to the side (being careful not to wake her), pulling his chair from his desk over, and doing the rest of her paperwork for her. She had skipped a lot of areas, even left some blank. He filled in those areas for her. Otis was done in no time, it was just about 2:45 am when he was finished. “Hey, Olympia, I’m finished.” He whispered, shaking his partner awake. She groaned and sat up, looking at Otis. “Otis? What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be asleep?”

“Yeah, but I was worried about you, so I came to see you. And I finished your work for you. To be honest, I hate seeing you stressed, and it was worrying for me.” Otis said to his half-asleep partner. “Y…you did? Thank you. I really appreciate it, and I appreciate you looking out for me.” Olympia said before yawning and falling back asleep on Otis’ shoulder.

At that point, Otis didn’t care that Olympia was currently using him as a pillow, because, honestly, he was just happy to help.

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