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Haunted House duty. A boring job, with occasional fights here and there. He sometimes preferred the quiet days. He liked keeping busy but he was getting down right exhausted with battling. His body could only take so much.

Otto traversed the rooms, some strange, some dangerous and some boring. Tenya was not summoned. It was risky, but it was also a pain to carry her around for too long. Sure, she wasn't as heavy for him as anyone else who might try to hold her. Still heavy.

The blonde came to a halt as his eyes finally looked up from the ground. His frown grew deeper. Tenya was warning him. Something was here.

He summoned his weapon, holding it out and waiting for something to pounce. "I know somethin's in here.."

Otto gasped, turning too late as he had a too familiar tiger ghoul pinning him to a wall. He gritted his teeth, trying to inch his way out of this predicament. His weapon was too big to fight close range, and unless he was up for throwing punches, which was a viable option, he needed to get away.

"Tenya's a girls name." Otto said with a frown. "Her name." He tapped the large boomerang on the ground once to prove a point.

"I ain't got no words for ya. I'm done talkin."

Give her his name? He wasn't inclined to oblige. Through his head he ran over what his situation was looking like. She only wanted to talk. She had questions. He had no reason to kill her.. yet. His duty was to clear out the house of any Halloween residents, but, for now, he would let it go. If only because he was so tired of fighting.

Otto sighed begrudgingly and dismissed the weapon.

"Otto." He finally answered, deciding to just stand there without escaping. If we wasn't going to fight, he could learn instead. She could ask her questions but he couldn't guarantee he'd answer. As it stood he wanted nothing from her. Yet.

"Dunno, chiclette. Ask and find out."

Promise to a monster. Otto looked sickly as he formed the next word. "Promise." He spoke it as if the word was a tainted one, but as such seemed to speak honestly. He'd keep his word. It beat being pinned.

He listened to her question and statement, mulling it over in his mind. He assumed since he had to share information, she might do the same. "I hate a lot of things." He clarified, his eyes looking upon her with disdain. "As for you people? I'm surprised you don't know. Ain't that why ya'll go to monster school?

"I'll tell ya why I hate yer guts, and you tell me what you supposedly saw at the Isles."

Otto wasn't sure how to interpret her information regarding her school, tilting his head curiously with a furrowed brow. He shoved his hands into his pockets now that he was free to do so.

"For as long as I can remember.. I've been tormented by shadows in the corners, especially at night when I was trying to sleep. Noises, visions of something otherworldly out of the corner of my eye. It sounds dumb just talkin' about it, but it scared the s**t outta me." He wouldn't admit out loud, that he still was scared of the dark.

"I learned later on it was creatures from your world, and that you feed on the fear I felt back then. Like disgusting parasites." His blue eyes narrowed at the ghoul, letting out a grouchy huff. "You admitted last time that you exist because of us."

He cast his hard gaze aside. "You feel bad for Pony Land? If we didn't blow'em up, they'd have wiped us out." He remarked bitterly.

Otto huffed angrily. To think some thought of terrifying him as a play or side project. It ruined him, and they probably forgot who he was.

As Willow continued to speak, continued to talk him into a sort of equality, he listened. He didn't seem terribly happy about it, but he listened, fiddling idly with the de summoned form of Tenya, a golden bangle around his right wrist.

"I'm thinkin' I'd feel cornered." He replied honestly. "Not like I give a s**t about what I've done in the past, and I ain't lookin' to pass blame on anyone but myself.." He started, still not even looking the ghoul in the eye, his gaze instead focused on the opposite wall. "I follow orders. That's my job. Tryin' to tell me I'm wrong ain't gunna do s**t."

In the beginning he believed he was fighting against the terrors that had haunted his childhood, but as time passed he had to wonder why he was here at all. Why was he doing what he was doing? To avoid being kept in a pod for all eternity? He was simply moving with the flow of things, and he wasn't sure if it was okay to settle on that anymore.
It wasn't as if anyone in Deus could help him figure that out. He had no one to turn to. Nowhere to go.

Otto had to snort at her enthusiasm.

"You seriously think you have the power to change the future?" He asked with a poisonous negativity. "You can preach and pray all ya'want, but there ain't nuthin' you can do." In his mind, if someone could stop them, they'd have done so already.
His superiors knew things. They had some kind of plan. They were also all terrifying. He was even suspicious of is own division leader for murder of a council member's murder. He never trusted Caelius, never liked him, but now he was terrified of him.

"I don't." He answered bluntly, sounding impatient. "I don't care." As far as he was concerned, if she wanted to say something she'd say it. Poor Willow would have to push her way to get his attention. As it stood, he was not at all compliant.