(Marvel, DC, images, manhwas, and every anime that will be mentioned and used in this story are not mine. They all belong to their respective owners. The main character "Karito Josue Valdez" and the story are mine)
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Warning: This chapter will be VERY violent and will contain disturbing content that the reader may find disturbing. You have been HIGHLY advised.
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Emerging from the depths below, I ascended to the surface with a weary yet determined demeanor. The exertion had taken its toll on my body, prompting a bout of severe coughing that wracked my frame. Hastily, I raised my mask to gulp for air, only to be met with an overpowering wave of nausea that left me vomiting uncontrollably.
Leaning on a nearby tombstone for support, I sought to steady myself amidst the disorienting vertigo. My hand instinctively moved to my head, seeking reassurance of its integrity. A momentary concern loomed as I feared the worst—a potential injury that could have gone unnoticed during the harrowing ordeal. Yet, to my relief, my touch revealed an intact skull, devoid of any visible harm.
(Toxin) "Oh my god, Karito! Are you feeling alright?! It took me a bit to heal all your wounds because of the weapons they used! I also apologize for taking so long to heal you, I was severely wounded and needed to recover!"
(Spider-Man) Heavy Breathing "Toxin..."
(Toxin) "Y-Yes?"
(Spider-Man) "Shut up."
(Toxin) "..."
With a deliberate effort, I slowly rose to my feet and sluggishly made my way out of the cemetery.
(Spider-Man) Raspy voice "Kara..."
"Y-Yes, Player?"
(Spider-Man) "What happened while I was gone? Get the information from the nearest Wi-Fi."
"On it."
After a few seconds, the news of what happened reached me, and I couldn't help but feel relieved and proud. It was Spider-Boy, or as I knew him, Peter Parker, who had managed to stop the Vulture and keep the ferry from disaster. In this timeline, things seemed to have worked out a bit easier for him than in the original one, and I couldn't help but smile at the thought.
I remembered the training simulations I had designed for him, and it was heartening to see that they had paid off. It seemed like he had improved so much, and I couldn't have been happier for him. The burden he carried seemed to have lessened, and that was a weight off my shoulders too.
Back then, there was a moment when Tony Stark had considered taking away his suit, but I was glad that didn't happen in this version of events. Peter had his full abilities at his disposal, and it made the fight relatively smoother for him.
I hope Tony doesn't mind that I hacked into his satellite. Meh, fuck it.
(Spider-Man) "Kara, show me my stats and the rewards that I got."
"Yes, Players. Displaying Stats and new skills."
Player: Karito Josue Valdez
Level: 97
EXP: 35,232/58,000
HP: 370,000/372,000
Prestige: 7
Hero: Spider-Man (Miles Morales)
STR: 386
END: 372
INT: 351
DEX: 400
VIT: 372
(Stat Points) SP: 0
(Spider-Man) "Show me the new skills."
"Showing new skills, gotten after Civil War."
Damage Empowerment: The user becomes stronger, faster, more durable, etc. as they receive damage from their opponents, environment, or by themselves. They may be empowered by physical damage, mental damage, or soul damage. Lethal damage can give a (near) maximum boost on the attacks of the user of this ability. (Activates after a battle)
Combat Adaptation: The Players fighting style, tactics, and abilities automatically adapt to be equal or superior to the opponent's style of fighting, whether armed or unarmed, making an opponent's attack useless after a prolonged battle.
(Spider-Man) "Huh? So I have a rip-off version of Zenkai boost and enhanced adaptation based on combat skills, neat."
"Damage Empowering is activating."
"Calculating enhancement..."
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"Due to the player receiving immense pain after being injured by Darkastine repeatedly and dying by a headshot the player will get a 10X boost due to injuries sustained and a 20X boost for surviving death."
(Toxin) "You're welcome, you would've died because of me."
(Spider-Man) "Yeah, yeah. Thanks."
"Times 30X boost will be given to the player."
"Status points: 3 x 30 = 90"
"90 stats points have been given."
"All skills will be upgraded by 30."
"The level of the Player will increase by 30."
(Spider-Man) "Okay, this skill is kinda broken."
"Congrats, Player. All skills are at MAX level, to further increase their power you need to reach Prestige Master."
"Congrats, Player. You've reached Prestige 8."
(Spider-Man) Smirks "This is getting really good."
Stat Points: 120
(Spider-Man) "90 from the skill and 30 more from leveling, nice. I'm just gonna put all of my stats to reach 400 and dump the last 6 on dexterity. There we go, perfectly balanced. I could have put it differently but I want it to be balanced."
As I perused the news with a furrowed brow, my attention was drawn to a surreal sight—a figure clad in a replica of my costume, mercilessly assaulting innocent people with cruel intensity. The revelation of Kraven, donning my attire, sent shockwaves through my consciousness. What could possibly drive him to commit such perverse acts under the guise of my identity?
In the midst of my perplexity, my Spider-sense surged with an almost preternatural urgency. In an instant, I was transported to a disorienting expanse of pure white, where a nightmarish tableau unfolded before my eyes. There stood Kraven, bearing my likeness, locked in a savage confrontation with none other than Peter—just a young, vulnerable kid.
The ferocity with which Kraven pursued Peter was chilling, an unyielding determination that disregarded the boy's tender age and innocence. I watched in silent agony as he hunted the young hero like a beast, reveling in the torment he inflicted upon him.
But it was the sight that unfolded next—a cruel revelation that shattered my soul. There, in the heart of Kraven's domain, Peter hung, suspended like a macabre trophy on the wall. He had been crucified, a gruesome spectacle of suffering, held captive by the sadistic whims of his merciless tormentor.
No...
NO! NO!
I'LL KILL HIM! I'LL FUCKING KILL HIM!
DON'T YOU DARE!
KRAVEN!!!!!!!!!!
I will kill you, Kraven.
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Small-Timeskip
Seeking aid from my esteemed ally in Wakanda, I initiated a call, my voice tinged with a mixture of hope and desperation. To my surprise, it was none other than Black Panther's sister, a remarkable individual in her own right, who responded to my plea. A twinge of awe washed over me, recognizing the significance of conversing with such a distinguished figure from the Wakandan realm.
As she arrived on a small vessel, a wave of emotions engulfed me—gratitude for her willingness to assist and apprehension due to the anger seething within me. Her welcome, warm and familiar, while simultaneously betraying traces of trepidation in the presence of my enraged disposition.
Though I endeavored to maintain courtesy, the intensity of my indignation was unmistakable. The turmoil I grappled with threatened to overshadow the amity we once shared, and I yearned to contain the tumult of emotions surging within me.
My heart ached with the weight of my burden, the urgency of reaching New York amplifying the storm of emotions that raged within. I knew I had to get there swiftly, to confront the situation that had ignited the inferno of fury within me. Thus, I implored her to hasten our journey, to traverse the distance with utmost speed.
(Shuri) "Karito, w-what's wrong? You haven't spoken since we launched. What's troubling you?"
(Karito) "Everything is fucking wrong."
(Shuri) "What do you mean?"
(Karito) "Remember about the darks? The enemies that I told you about?"
(Shuri) "Yeah, I remember. Did another one appear?"
(Karito) "Yeah, and that fucker was able to kill me and is now after my student."
(Shuri) "WHAT?!"
(Karito) "So I need this ship to go as fast as possible because if he kills my student... I will never be the same."
(Shuri) "Y-Yes! Don't worry, Karito. I'll make sure you make it!"
(Karito) "Thank you."
(Shuri) "Do you think we can help?"
(Karito) "As much as I would love backup, you can't even damage a Dark."
(Shuri) Clicks tongue
(Karito) "Yup, that's basically everyone's reaction. By the way... How's the suit coming along?"
(Shuri) "You asked for a lot of complicated stuff for that suit you know?"
(Karito) "Sorry, but hey, I did help you by giving you very useful blueprints."
(Shuri) "How did you even come up with all of that?"
(Karito) Thoughts "I didn't I just remember all of the items all of the Spider-Men use... With a lot of bonuses thanks to the system." Speaking "I got most of the ideas from Stark, and also made a few other ideas with his stuff."
(Shuri) "That's pretty damn smart, even if most of your ideas are based out of Starks."
(Karito) "Hmm, I guess. Tho, I'll definitely be smarter if I lived it Wakanda."
(Shuri) "Well, I can make that happen."
(Karito) "For real?"
(Shuri) "Duhhh! Head scientist and princess of Wakanda?"
(Karito) "Oh damn, right."
(Shuri) "Pluss my brother respects you."
(Karito) "He does?"
(Shuri) "Yeah, he said that you were right about the whole thing with Barnes and wants to apologize for it. Also, the fact that you redirected a bomb that can take out the entirety of America to the middle of nowhere in the ocean. That was pretty brave."
(Karito) "It better be brave, taking that explosion in the face hurts like a bitch."
(Shuri) "How did you even survive an explosion of that magnitude?"
(Karito) "Just don't tell this to anyone. It was my symbiote suit."
(Shuri) "Symbiote? What's that?"
(Karito) "I can tell you later, I know your curiosity will consume you." Spider-Sense "I'm dropping here."
(Shuri) "Wait what?"
With a swift surge of determination, I rise from my position as Toxin enshrouds me in the familiar embrace of my suit. With unwavering focus, I channel my formidable hacking prowess, commandeering control of the ship's systems with unyielding resolve. Employing my expertise, I exert a forceful command, compelling the ship's hangar doors to part before me, granting passage to my mission's next chapter.
(Shuri) "Karito, you do know were are above the clouds right?"
(Spider-Man) "Not my first rodeo."
With an audacious leap, I propel myself from the confines of the ship, plunging into the boundless expanse of the sky. The dazzling lights of New York City sprawl below, a mesmerizing mosaic of civilization that spreads like a living tapestry. As I descend, the symbiote reacts instinctively, embracing me with its uncanny abilities, allowing me to glide gracefully through the air.
My journey across the cityscape is a breathtaking dance, a fusion of symbiotic grace and human intuition. I soar through the urban labyrinth with seamless precision, the bustling life below like a vibrant tapestry unfurling before my eyes. In a matter of moments, I arrive at Queens, my destination firmly in sight.
Landing on the walls of Peter's apartment, I approach the window with a mix of apprehension and urgency. The room seems undisturbed, devoid of any immediate threat, but my senses betray the presence of something amiss. My gaze falls upon a seemingly innocuous sticky note, bearing a chilling message that sends a chill down my spine.
"Hunt Me" - the ominous words, accompanied by a picture of Peter and May, lead to the disconcerting revelation that they have been ensnared within some malevolent dungeon. The rage that surges within me is palpable, my fists clenching tightly, blood seeping from my knuckles.
Fueled by fury and desperation, I wield my exceptional hacking skills to decipher the cryptic coordinates inscribed on the sticky note. The darkness that envelopes this information intrigues me—a gateway, an invitation to the lair of Kraven himself.
Though my past attempts to traverse portals had proven futile, the dark aura surrounding this particular message grants me a unique passage. My concentration intensifies, honing my focus to open the portal that will lead me to confront Kraven, and rescue Peter and May.
With a deep sigh, I stretch my body, loosening my muscles, preparing for the imminent confrontation that awaits. My eyes blaze with determination as I step through the portal, propelled by a resolute purpose that drives me forward, ready to face the malevolence that awaits on the other side.
(Spider-Man) "Okay, Kraven. It's time to end this. This will be The Last Hunt you'll ever have."
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Kraven Pov
Upon reuniting with my family, we engaged in a somber discourse, delving into the unsettling events that had transpired. Their expressions betrayed profound shock and concern, their gaze fixed upon me, the one who had embarked on a tumultuous journey that had pushed me to the brink of sanity. I could sense their genuine worry, but I was determined not to succumb to their pity.
With resolute resolve, I steered the conversation away from my inner turmoil, redirecting our focus to the pressing matter at hand. There were weightier issues to confront, and I intended to address them with clarity and purpose. As we grappled with the gravity of the situation, I sought to uphold a semblance of composure, shielding my family from the full extent of my inner turmoil.
(Dark Kraven) "The Spider... is alive."
(Dark Sasha) "WHAT?! HOW?! WE KILLED HIM! WE ALL SAW IT!"
(Dark Alyosha) "I don't understand, how is he alive?"
(Dark Ana) Getting used to the prosthetic jaw "Y-Yeah, how is t-that possible?"
(Dark Vladimir) "Grrr...."
(Dark Kraven) "It's certainly weird, no one should survive a bullet through the head. I even made sure to weaken the symbiote enough for him not to recover but he still lived. That symbiote is something else."
(Dark Sasha) "Is that why you capture that world's real Spider-Man and aunt?"
(Dark Kraven) "I didn't want to do such a cowardly tactic."
(Dark Ana) "If it's to protect our family I don't care! Pride doesn't matter at this moment! That Spider isn't afraid to end our lives even after we beg!"
(Dark Kraven) "He's gonna come here, we are gonna have a territorial advantage but he won't."
(Dark Alyosha) "Then we should get ready, set all traps, and get our weapons."
As the Kravenoff family departed to tend to their respective tasks, Sasha remained behind, a subtle indication that she sought a moment of private conversation. Her lingering presence suggested an unspoken message she wished to convey, an untold narrative that she felt compelled to share with me.
(Dark Sasha) "Honey?"
(Dark Kraven) "Yes, my love?"
(Dark Sasha) "If anything happens, I want you to know that I love you."
(Dark Kraven) Hesitates "Yes... I love you too."
In a moment of profound emotion, I enfolded my wife in a passionate kiss, as if seeking to imprint the intensity of our love upon that tender connection. Our lips met with an ardent fervor, conveying unspoken sentiments that transcended mere words. It was an embrace of fervent affection, a tribute to the depth of our bond.
As we reluctantly parted, I turned my gaze toward the windows, the anticipation building within me. The essence of the Spider, an integral part of my identity, drew closer, akin to a long-awaited arrival at the sanctuary of my home.
(Dark Kraven) "Come, Spider. We are ready for you."
No Pov
Beneath the opulent expanse of the mansion lay a vast, somber cell—a confined space that housed two figures of profound significance. Within the confines of this dimly lit chamber were none other than Peter and May Parker, their presence hinting at the gravity of the situation that had befallen them.
As Peter stirred from slumber, the weight of distress gripped his heart, memories of the harrowing assault from Kraven resurfacing with a jolt of panic. In that moment of awakening, he found himself disoriented and fearful, the aftermath of the confrontation shrouded in uncertainty.
His gaze fell upon his beloved aunt, May, lying unconscious on the floor beside him. Relief washed over him as he observed the absence of visible injuries, yet concern gnawed at his soul, for he could not fathom the nature of their current predicament.
(Peter) "Aunt May, are you alright?!"
(May) "Y-Yes Peter... I'm fine. Just scared..."
(Peter) "Don't worry, I won't let anything happen to you."
(???) "Peter?"
(Peter) "WHO'S THERE?! IS THAT YOU?! KRAVEN WAS IT?!"
(???) "Calm down, boy. My name is Madame Web, and I'm accompanied by two other Spider-Women."
(Peter) "Wait, what the hell are talking about?! Spider-Women?"
(Anya) "Hey... My name is Anya Corazon and I'm "Chica Araña" from Mexico..."
(Julia) "And I'm Julia Carpenter... Spider-Woman..."
(Peter) "What the hell is happening?"
(May) "Wait, so there more Spider-people?"
(Madame Web) "There's always been many Spider-Men and Women across the web of life but we have entered the Dark Multiverse or Darkness Dimension. Whichever you want to call it... "
(Peter) "W-What?"
(Madame Web) "The Multiverse is real Peter and your Master is the Guardian of our multiverse alongside many others."
(Peter) "Wait! Slow down! I don't even know where I am?!"
(May) "Please, we don't even know what's going on."
(Madame Web) "To explain things simply... and this might sound hard to believe but I only have such limited knowledge about this place."
(Peter) "Well, I got the "we being on another dimension" thing down... kinda."
(Madame Web) "Well... how do I explain this? We are in a dimension outside of our stories."
(May) "...What?"
(Peter) Peter.Exe has stopped working
(Anya) "It gets worse, trust me. I still don't get it."
(Julia) "Yup, me neither."
(Peter) "Uh... outside of stories?"
(Madame Web) "Well... um... the easiest example would be... we live in a book or comic and this place is a higher realm that keeps our stories as a means to travel to different realities... like... our stories here are kept inside some sort of... library? I'm not sure, that's as far as my knowledge goes."
(May) "W-What?! Does that mean that our lives are just a story written in some sort of book?!"
(Madame Web) "Look, I don't know. That's all the knowledge I could gather just by eavesdropping when we were captured."
(Peter) "Wait, how were you captured?"
(Anya) "That's the weird part, we were already but we saw some sort of distortion, and all of a sudden we were here?"
In an abrupt and startling turn of events, Sasha and Vladimir stormed into the cell with a sense of determined urgency. The atmosphere crackled with tension as they approached Madame Web, seizing her with a firm grip around her neck.
(Dark Sasha) "Tell me, where is the Spider?! I know you're connected to him!"
(Madam Web) Struggles to breathe "Y-You... r-reap what... you sow."
(Dark Sasha) "TCH! YOU'RE USELESS TO ME THEN!"
In a chilling display of resolve, Sasha brandished her knife with a steely grip, the glint of cold darkastine catching the light in the dimly lit cell. With a swift and calculated motion, she brought the blade against Madame Web's neck, severing the delicate thread of life that sustained her. The silence of the room was punctuated only by the sharp intake of breath and the muted thud as Madame Web crumpled to the floor.
(Julia) "NO!"
(Anya) Looks down with tears in her eyes
(Peter) "NO! HOW COULD YOU?!"
(May) "Oh my god! Madame!" Gasp in fear
(Dark Sasha) "It's unfortunate that we couldn't give you the proper death you deserve but we don't have time now. Vladimir, you can eat the re-"
Kadunk!
In an instant, an eerie disturbance rippled through the mansion, causing the lights to flicker and dance in a disconcerting manner. A sense of foreboding seemed to linger in the air, as if unseen forces were at play, meddling with the very fabric of reality. Then, in a crescendo of chaos, all the light bulbs in the mansion erupted in a shower of sparks, casting the entire abode into darkness.
(Anya) "B-Blackout?"
(Dark Sasha) "What the hell is going on?!"
(Madame Web) Gasping "I-It's... terrifying... isn't it? T-The... Darkness... This... is the reaping... You have... made a Spider... very Very... angry."
Sasha's nervous gulp is barely concealed as cold sweat beads on her forehead. With a sense of urgency, she instructs Vladimir to assist his brother and sister. He complies promptly, hastening to their aid with a shared understanding between them. The mansion bears witness to this interplay of emotions and loyalties, as the consequences of their choices ripple through its halls. In this pivotal moment, Sasha's conflicted character emerges, navigating the complexities of her actions and the weight of responsibility that lies ahead.
Upstairs
(Dark Ana) "How did he got rid of all the power in the mansion? He even made the generators explode. Hell, this place runs with supernatural electricity, so how?"
(Dark Alyosha) "I don't know sis." Opens the room where Kraven called the reunion "Father! Is he here?! Father! where is he?!"
(Dark Ana) "Idiot! Shut up! Use your senses! Don't give away our location."
As the echoes of Sasha's nervous gulp reverberated through the room, a sense of trepidation lingered in the air, its palpable presence underscoring the gravity of their circumstances. The siblings, attuned to every sound, caught wind of Vladimir's approach as he stealthily made his way into the chamber. Yet, as fate would have it, a sinister force lay in wait, poised to strike with an eerie precision.
In a macabre twist of events, the room bore witness to an unsettling spectacle. Just as Vladimir drew near the windows, a serpentine tendril emerged from the shadows, snaking its way with preternatural swiftness, seizing him in its vice-like grasp. The abruptness of the attack left little time for reaction, and before anyone could intervene, Vladimir was swiftly yanked outside, his form swallowed by the darkness that lay beyond.
(Dark Beast Vladimir) "GRAAAAAA!!!!"
(Dark Alyosha) "Vladimir! Come and fight like a man you coward!" Starts shooting where Vlad was taken
(Dark Ana) "Don't you see that thing isn't a man. He's the Spyder, father's greatest nemesis. Especially this one, he's different. Even after killing him he still returns from the dead. So I suggest staying close, he's gonna take us out one by one."
With a calculated grace, Spider-Man descended the stairs of the mansion, his form concealed by the subtle shroud of his camouflage skill. As he reached the dimly lit basement, a discerning eye would notice a glint of vigilance in his gaze.
Upon scanning the area, his sharp senses immediately caught sight of ominous blood trails, marking a trail that beckoned him to follow. Yet, even in the midst of curiosity, an instinctive caution seized him. His Spider senses, attuned to the faintest fluctuations in the environment, warned of unseen perils that lurked ahead.
(Spider-Man) "Tch... I thought I threw you to kingdom come. Bring it, ugly."
Amidst the tumultuous clash of titans, Vladimir's feral roar reverberated through the air, a testament to the primal intensity that consumed the once-human beast. With a surge of brute force, he lunged at Spider-Man, crashing through a wall with a destructive momentum that threatened to hurl them both into the nearby fountain.
Yet, the hero's resolute determination held firm, and with deft precision, he planted his feet firmly, arresting Vladimir's wild charge in its tracks. Employing a technique of judo mastery, Spider-Man seized the opportunity and executed a swift, calculated maneuver, hurling the monstrous foe into the fountain's depths.
In the drenched confines of the fountain, Vladimir struggled to regain his footing, only to find himself ensnared in the Spider's web of retribution. With deliberate intent, the hero activated his venom and delivered a surging charge of electricity, causing Vladimir to convulse in agony, his anguished roars echoing through the night.
As the beast writhed in pain, the Spider, ever tenacious, advanced with an aura of menace, his very presence a portent of justice delivered. With a calculated gesture, he seized Vladimir's grotesque maw and, with an unyielding grip, inserted his hand, ensnaring the monster in a deadly embrace of spider silk.
The battle of wills played out in a harrowing symphony—the Spider's web encroaching upon Vladimir's respiratory passages, constricting his every breath, an inexorable force choking the life from the once-human soul. Vladimir's desperate struggle to free himself only intensified the grip of the insidious web.
In the dim light of the fountain, the monster's demise was etched in tragic hues—his once menacing countenance now contorted and purpling, a chilling manifestation of the inescapable grip of mortality. In this haunting tableau, the hero's determination and prowess were a testament to the indomitable spirit that stood against the darkness, resolute in its pursuit of justice and protection.
(Spider-Man) "So that's what happens when you shot spider webs inside a person's mouth. In this case, monster."
In a moment of heightened awareness, the Spider's finely tuned spider-sense tingled with anticipation, warning him of an imminent threat. Yet, he remained undaunted, his demeanor unwavering, as he cast an almost quizzical gaze upon the oncoming projectile. With an almost imperceptible tilt of his head, he deftly sidestepped the bullet's path, evading the danger with uncanny ease.
Alyosha's sinister figure materialized before him, his sniper rifle held with malicious intent, and beside him stood Ana, her daggers poised like deadly serpents ready to strike. Undeterred by the odds stacked against him, the Spider's lips curled into a knowing smirk.
Then, as if summoned by the shadows themselves, the Spider effortlessly activated his camouflage skill, a master of stealth blending into the dim surroundings. His disappearance was swift.
Madame Web Pov
I was slowly dying, this cut is fatal. There's nothing to do... but... this Spider-Man... is he even a Spider-Man? Even as life flows through me I can feel him... His RAGE... his POWER. It's unlike any Spider-Men that I've seen. I'm not sure if I can even recognize him as a typical Spider-Man. Most Spider-Men are pure or have a moral code that keeps them in line... but this one? He does it without a care in the world.
God help us... he's... he's a monster. Devoid of mercy and pain... he is quickly losing his humanity. Spider-Man... what have you done...
No Pov
Alyosha's impatience manifests in a subtle click of his tongue, a faint indication of his frustration as his shot misses its intended mark.
(Dark Alyosha) "He dodged the bullet."
(Dark Ana) "And he did it with style too."
(Dark Alyosha) "This bullet moved at 4,000 feet per second. I even upgraded it after we "killed" him making it double. Was he that fast before?"
Unbeknownst to the others, the Spider had silently ascended above them, a ghostly presence veiled within the shadows. With unparalleled swiftness, he unleashed his webs, ensnaring Alyosha with uncanny precision, and with a decisive pull, hoisted him into the embrace of darkness. The visceral shrieks of horror that escaped Alyosha's lips echoed through the night.
(Dark Alyosha) "HAAA!!! ANA! HELP!" Can't even struggle
(Spider-Man) "Toxin... feed."
Krnnchhhh sklchhhhh
In a moment fraught with unfathomable horror, Ana's wide eyes bear witness to the macabre spectacle unfolding before her. Her heart clenches with anguish as she beholds her own flesh and blood, Alyosha, ensnared within the relentless embrace of the symbiote. The darkness engulfs him with insatiable hunger, consuming him relentlessly from head to toe, leaving behind a lifeless shell devoid of any spark of vitality.
Tears stream down Ana's cheeks. The despair in her eyes mirrors the depths of her grief, as the weight of witnessing such a horrific sight gnaws at her very soul.
The heart-wrenching cries that escape her trembling lips reverberate through the air, the rawness of her emotions laid bare for all to hear. In her agony, she finds solace in one thing—escape. With trembling steps, she turns away from the nightmarish tableau, seeking refuge from the grotesque reality that confronts her.
(Dark Ana) "HAAAA!!! WHAT HAVE WE DONE!!!! MOTHER!!!!"
In the living room
Amidst the tense tableau, fear and apprehension permeated the air, casting a palpable pall over those held captive. Sasha, her grip firm upon a rifle, stood at the precipice of a harrowing decision, her inner turmoil laid bare for all to see. In her hands, the lives of the hostages precariously balanced, while Madame Web's fading strength bore witness to the direness of their situation.
Julia, though injured herself, found the courage to beseech Sasha for clemency, a desperate plea to be released so she could aid their wounded comrade. Peter, ever the valiant hero, sought to intervene, but his efforts were met with a resolute admonishment from Sasha, her resolve unwavering.
Aunt May, despite her own terror, clung protectively to her nephew, her love and fierce determination a bastion of strength amidst the chaos. Even in the face of unyielding danger, she stood as a paragon of fortitude, vowing to safeguard her family at any cost.
Anya, trembling with fear, sought refuge in the comforting embrace of Aunt May. In the arms of her protector, she found reassurance, a whispered promise that Spider-Man would come to their rescue—a beacon of hope amid the darkness.
(Madame Web) "Web... threads... unraveling... he will fix it... he... has to..."
(Dark Sasha) "SHUT UP! SHUT UP!" Sees Kraven enter the room "Sergei! What has happened?! Where's my family?!"
(Dark Kraven) "Dead, lost, eaten? I don't know."
(Dark Sasha) "WHERE IS MY FAMILY?!"
(Dark Kraven) Disgusted "Shut it, woman." Slaps her "I should have noticed my mistake in marrying you. You're too weak to protect this family and my tribe."
(Dark Sasha) Angry "NGHAAA!!! I'LL SHOW YOU WEAK!"
As the haze of Kraven's brutal slap began to dissipate, Sasha found herself awash in a surreal scene—the hunter was no longer present, but instead, she confronted the enigmatic figure of Spider-Man, an unmistakable crimson mask splattered with the evidence of a fierce battle. The sight of his blood-stained visage left Sasha in a state of bewilderment and panic.
Driven by instinct, she resorted to her firearm, discharging rounds with unrelenting desperation. The bullets struck the Spider's countenance, causing his head to recoil, yet to her astonishment, the relentless hero remained unyielding, an impenetrable fortress against her barrage. The deflected bullets dropped to the floor like spent embers, failing to leave even the faintest mark upon his resilient facade.
The symbiote's potent embrace seemed to bestow upon him an uncanny resilience, rendering him seemingly invulnerable to her futile attempts at inflicting harm. With unwavering purpose, he disarmed her with calculated finesse, dismantling her weapon with practiced ease. And in a moment that showcased his nobility, he refrained from resorting to lethal force in the presence of innocent bystanders.
Forming an improvised hammer with his symbiotic appendages, he delivered a resounding blow upon Sasha's face, rendering her unconscious. His actions, a delicate balance between raw power and restraint, revealed the intricate complexity of a hero's moral dilemma.
(Julia) "Oh my god... You're a Spider-Man?" Chills go down her spine
(Spider-Man) "..." Starts freeing all of them "Take care of Cassandra." Sees Sasha wake up abnormally quick and starts running away
(Peter) "U-Um Mr. Spider-Man what are you going to do?"
(Spider-Man) "I'm going to kill this entire family."
(Aunt May) "No! You shouldn't kill!"
(Spider-Man) "After the hell, these people put me through? They literally killed me. This is payback."
(Aunt May) "A-And you teaching my boy how to be a murderer?!"
(Spider-Man) "I'm teaching him not to be one. I want him to be better, and not end up like me."
With a masterful flicker of his consciousness, the Spider activates his camouflage skill, vanishing from plain sight as though melding with the shadows themselves. His resolute purpose leads him to pursue Sasha, a determined quest veiled in the cloak of secrecy. As he embarks on this path, he leaves behind a wake of curiosity and uncertainty, an enigmatic figure traversing the boundaries of light and darkness.
Unbeknownst to him, Anya, driven by a yearning to avert tragedy, decides to follow in his elusive footsteps. Her steps are imbued with both trepidation and an unwavering commitment to intervene, to sway the course of events unfolding before them.
(Madame Web) "He's... too... far gone. There's... no helping... him."
(Julia) "Hush, I'm trying to help you." Takes off Madame Web's blindfold
(Madame Web) "You're a very... beautiful girl. When was the... last time... someone told... you that?"
(Julia) "W-Wait, you aren't blind?"
(Madame Web) "I'm sorry... there isn't... much time to... explain... and for what I'm... about to do next... my final sin... for the good of the web..."
(Julia) "Cassandra? What?"
In a transcendental display of mystical prowess, the air around Madame Web and Julia shimmers with an ethereal luminescence—a radiant tapestry of swirling yellow light. Within this hallowed glow, a profound transformation begins to unfold, as the mantle of wisdom and foresight is passed from one to the other.
(Julia) "Someone has to see with fresh eyes... Oh my god..."
In the hallways
(Dark Sasha) "SERGEI! HE'S HERE! THE SPIDER IS HERE! HELP!"
(Spider-Man) Camouflage activated "You do know he doesn't love you, right? You were just a bitch to carry his seed. He even slapped you in the face and called you weak. I agree with him, you could never lead this family to greatness. Why? Because you messed with the wrong Spider-Man, I will be the one to end you and your family. I will kill you, slowly and painfully. YOU! WILL! DIE! TODAY! YOU FUCKING BITCH!"
Spider-Man gracefully descends before her, and with a forceful impact, she is knocked to the ground, her horrified scream piercing the air.
(Spider-Man) "Who was it? Oh right, Kaine. I remember when I read the comic that you stabbed him in the heart with no mercy. So I'm gonna do something he did quite a lot."
With an almost imperceptible swiftness, the Spider bridges the distance between them, his movements marked by an uncanny agility that defies comprehension. In a hauntingly intimate gesture, he places the palm of his hand gently against Sasha's face, a touch that elicits a gasp of astonishment from her trembling lips.
(Spider-Man) "Rip... and tear..."
In a moment that blurs the boundaries between reality and nightmare, a visceral cry of agony escapes Sasha's lips as the relentless Spider-Man employs his wall-crawling prowess to unspeakably severe her face. The echo of her anguished screams reverberates through the halls, a haunting symphony of torment that pierces the air.
Amidst this harrowing tableau, Sasha's visage contorts in unspeakable pain, her very identity now marred by the horrifying act of the Spider. The crimson cascade of blood falls as a somber testament to the depth of suffering she endures. With desperate pleas, she implores the relentless hero to cease his merciless assault, her voice a haunting cry of desperation amidst the torment that engulfs her.
(Dark Sasha) "NO! WAIT! WAIT! I'M SORRY! PLEASE! SPARE ME!"
(Spider-Man) "That's fucking ironic, isn't it? How many, huh? HOW MANY?! HOW MANY TOLD YOU THOSE SAME WORDS?! HOW MANY SPIDER-MEN AND WOMEN DID YOU KILL FOR THE THRILL OF THE HUNT?! HOW MANY OF THEM CRIED AS YOU BUTCHERED THEM?! HOW MANY!!!!!!!"
In a fateful moment that defies the trajectory of cruelty, Ana, steps forward with unyielding courage, interposing herself between the relentless Spider-Man and her mother's impending torment.
(Dark Ana) "You won't touch her, over my dead body!"
(Spider-Man) "Your call."
In an unforeseen twist of events, Anya's swift and decisive action interrupts the relentless Spider's rampage. With an audacious kick to Ana's face, Anya stands as an enigmatic force, momentarily disrupting the course of events that threatened to escalate into further devastation.
(Araña) "Y-You were really gonna kill them?"
(Spider-Man) "Not my first rodeo. Now go back Araña, don't interrupt me." In his thoughts "Did she just damage a dark?"
(Araña) "I'm not going anywhere! I won't let you kill!"
(Spider-Man) "Sure you will."
As Spider-Man and Araña tread resolutely down the dimly lit halls, their purposeful steps echo the weight of their mission. Their shared determination cuts through the ominous atmosphere, a symphony of resolve amidst the lingering shadows.
And there, in a haunting tableau that crystallizes the haunting enigma of their pursuit, they behold the enigmatic figure of Kraven. Sasha, still shrouded in uncertainty, covers her face—a poignant reminder of the unspeakable ordeal she had faced. Ana, standing by her father's side, embodies the complexity of familial loyalty amidst a narrative veiled in mystery and retribution.
(Dark Kraven) "Child, you should know that this Spider-Man isn't like the others. He does what needs to be done. He's a true warrior and hunter. Because of me, he was able to reach new heights, and because of me, he is stronger. He's more of a worthy foe than he already was. The ultimate prize... now stands before me." Pulls his machete and shield out "Are you ready, Spider? Or do I need to kill your student?"
Within the blink of an eye, Spider-Man unleashes his lateral repulsion—a display of extraordinary kinetic force that propels him forward with unparalleled velocity. With uncanny precision, his fist collides with Kraven's shield, and the clash of strength reverberates through the very foundation beneath them.
(Spider-Man) "I FUCKING DARE YOU, BASTARD!"
Spider-Man's relentless assault on Kraven's shield gains an almost mythical intensity—an outpouring of pent-up fury and raw power. Each punch lands with a thunderous force, resonating through the very essence of the darkened forest. The ground trembles beneath the weight of this visceral battle, cracking under the strain as shock waves of electricity ripple outward like a tempest unleashed.
Amidst the chaos, Sasha and Ana, driven by their own fervent desperation, assail Araña, their minds consumed by the turmoil of the moment. Unaware of the subtle presence that skulks beneath the shadows, they overlook the hundreds of Spiders steadily converging upon them—their unyielding march a prelude to an unexpected twist of fate.
As Ana attempts to ensnare Araña from behind, the hero's defiant response shatters the illusion of control—the young huntress met with a resolute slam to the ground. The unfolding events push the bounds of reality, as Spiders, seemingly summoned by a mystical power, surround the huntress and her mother.
In an awe-inspiring spectacle, Spider-Man's unrestrained fury reaches an apex, culminating in a venom-infused punch that obliterates Kraven's shield and leaves the relentless hunter defenseless. The hero's unbridled assault on his adversary becomes a captivating portrait of power unhinged—a stark contrast to the measured conduct of a traditional hero.
As Araña rushes to intervene, her desperate plea to halt the rampage reveals the profound complexities of this harrowing encounter—the ever-present interplay of humanity's dual nature, where justice and vengeance converge in an enigmatic dance.
(Araña) "Spider-Man! Please stop! He's defeated! STOP!"
(Spider-Man) "As long as he breathes he can still take hits. He's fucking dying today."
In an ethereal moment, Julia, now imbued with the powers of Madame Web, appears beside Spider-Man, seeking to halt his relentless rampage
(Julia Web) "Spider... are you sure you wanna do this. Your life... won't get any easier... if you continue this. You will continue to suffer."
(Spider-Man) "Nothing goes as planned in this accursed reality. If you can't handle suffering then you shouldn't have been born in the first place."
(Dark Kraven) On the brink of death "Do... it... you... have to... kill me... please... it has... to be... you... PLEASE!"
(Spider-Man) "..."
Amidst the charged atmosphere, Spider-Man's gaze rests upon Julia and Kraven, each pleading for a different course of action—a moral quandary laid bare. Behind the inscrutable mask, a subtle smile emerges, hinting at the complexities within.
(Julia Web) "Thank you, Spider..." In her mind "Why can't I read his mind?"
(Spider-Man) Pulls a rifle from his inventory "Kill yourself." Gives the rifle to Kraven
(Araña) "W-What?! SPIDER-MAN, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"
(Julia Web) "Spider, don't!"
(Dark Kraven) "H-Huh?"
(Spider-Man) "Your brother is dead. Your two sons are dead. Your daughter is dead. Your wife is dead... I won't give you the luxury of getting the easy way out. So... Kill. Your. Self."
(Dark Kraven) "W-What?! YOU DARE! Y-YOU DARE!"
(Spider-Man) "If you don't then I'll forcefully imprison you in this dark void. Alone, no Spider-Men to entertain you. No family to cling to... no jungle to live in... Your no human to me... just a virus that needs to be destroyed and easily to be forgotten. You're so pathetic that you always need to constantly prove yourself to be better. Better than me. And I am, I will haunt you in life and death. The only way to free yourself of this curse... is to take your own life and realize just how much of a wasted potential you really are."
Kraven looks in horror at what the Spider was telling him. Him? Wasted potential? How can that be? He did everything possible to be better than his nemesis. He went through hell and back to prove he was better! HOW DARE THIS SPIDER INSULT HIM LIKE THIS?!
But in the back of Kraven's mind... another voice started to fill him with doubt, error, and mistakes. Everything he's been through up until now... every hunt, every kill... it was a cycle. A cycle of the Spider. He never became better... he was already playing around right into the Spider's hands, and he's been in that hand for all of his life... wasting his time... proving himself to be better than someone who beat him since the beginning. He might have killed many Spiders men but... why did he keep killing more? He went through so many dimensions to kill and kill some more... what was he trying to prove?
Then it clicked... he turned insane... the more time the Spider lingered in his head the more he lost his life... his reason... his will. From the beginning he obligated himself to call it a "Test of Strength, will, skill, experience" for each time he killed a Spider but... that's not true, is it? He was obsessed with the idea of "Spider-Men". He just thought of all the possibilities... the power and strength... but this path... has just led him to despair. He wasn't himself since the day he accepted to become a Dark, his humanity stripped from his being and replaced with oblivion. This darkness... this... curse... is what drove him so deep into the pits of hell that there was no way of returning back... he's lost... everything... before it all even began. Once he had a life but the darkness stripped it away from him, and he was such a fool for letting it consume him.
"He's right" is what he thought. "I am incompetent. A fool... a maniac". All negativity showered him like how one drowns in the dark deeps of the sea. All sides were dark... not even a spotlight of the sun could be seen... Kraven's mind... is completely empty... devoided of life...
He made a mistake and it kept piling up...
He lost his way and kept walking blindly
No matter how much he searches for a reason just a simple reason to think of salvation, of living... the Spider was right...
The only way to free himself from this curse of despair...
Was to die... by his own hands...
Insanity... at his peak...
(Dark Kraven) "...Every man... has their... Spider... and this time... I was yours... I have made a realization... after all these years... all those hunts... I only did it for the thrill... but none were with honor... we were each other's Spider... how... did I not realize that? You... Your right... I have lost my way... my pride... was shattered long before I meet you... All this time I've never known peace nor happiness... just rage and death. This.... is my fare well... as you said... I wasted my potential long ago... when I became insane... just like my mother... goodbye."
In a haunting moment, Kraven seizes the rifle, placing its cold barrel within the confines of his own mouth—an act of chilling desperation. The room falls into a hushed silence, a poignant tableau of human frailty and torment. The echo of the trigger pull reverberates, shattering the realm of reality, as the scene unfolds in incomprehensible brutality.
In the wake of this shocking act, the gathered Spider-Women stand transfixed—a collective gasp escaping their lips, their eyes wide with disbelief. The Spider's actions, veering so far from the realm of heroism, bear witness to the complexities of the human soul—the fathomless depths of darkness and light that dwell within.
(Spider-Man) "It is done."
(Araña) "H-How... could you?"
(Spider-Man) "How could I? Huh, I wonder that myself."
(Julia Web) "..."
(Spider-Man) "Now, I'm not just going to senselessly leave him on the ground."
With a solemn grace, Spider-Man bears Kraven's lifeless form into the sanctum of his mansion. In the heart of the living room, a bespoke coffin materializes—a vessel for a soul whose journey has reached its somber end.
Unfolding his unique abilities, the masked hero adorns Kraven's form with newfound dignity—a final homage, dressing him in a tuxedo. The air of mourning is palpable, as the mansion's walls seem to echo the weight of the loss.
With reverent hands, Spider-Man lays Kraven to rest within the coffin, an acknowledgment of the complex nature of their intertwined destinies. As blood seeps from Kraven's wounds, it serves as a poignant reminder of the mortality that unites all beings—the fragility that underpins the very fabric of existence.
In a gesture of profound empathy, Spider-Man summons an image—a captured fragment of Kraven's past, woven together with his parents, immortalized in a frame. This poignant assemblage is a tribute to the legacy of a man, driven by his past, and entwined in the tapestry of existence—an epitaph for a life defined by duality.
(Spider-Man) "... You... had sad life Kraven. You had the riches and comfort of money. Much good could have been done with your influence and popularity... but because you never realized that your mother's mental issues had passed on to you... you... lost your way, completely. I hope you didn't mind me using my telepathy to see fragments of your mind, I just needed to know why you were so obsessed with us Spider-Men... and now I know why... your mother... she was killed by Spiders when she was thrown inside the asylum wasn't she? Your pride wouldn't allow you to seek help... even when you called for help your anger just increased because you felt less of a man because you sought assistance... and when you impersonated me because you thought it was a way to be better than me... your last remaining screws in your head had fallen and you went mad. You always kept a calm composure which was hard to notice those signs... but... you were hurting... you never did stop hurting... and this moment... this last hunt was your final attempt to redeem yourself and you still failed. You had it wrong this entire time... the Spider-Men were never the ones hunting you... you were hunting yourself... you were your own worst enemy... and Kraven... you will forever be locked in the most dangerous hunt there is... the one in your mind."
With an inscrutable demeanor, the Spider diverts his gaze, leaving May and Peter to observe from a distance. Their anxious expressions, etched with concern.
(Spider-Man) "One last thing..." Looks back at the coffin "You proved yourself as my toughest enemy yet, with that you can rest knowing that you were the one who gave me the most trouble out of all of my past villains." Walks past May and Peter "Let's go home."
(Peter) "...Ok, Mr. Spider-Man."
(Spider-Man) "Karito."
(Peter) "What?"
(Spider-Man) "My name is Karito."
(May) "Karito?"
(Spider-Man) "Yeah?"
(May) "Why did you kill him? Even after what you said in front of his coffin..."
(Spider-Man) "Because if I didn't our world would be consumed by darkness like this place is and all the rules will change, the last time I liberated a world from darkness the Dark Lord kidnapped children and put them through hellish training, some would die in the process and a few would become assassins. The system in that world was also corrupt, drug lords would roam around doing whatever they wanted, and all of the police stations were corrupted. Nowhere in that place was safe... and for our world to die it only needs one dark entity to envelop it under its control and I'm not going to let that happen. I have people to care for and I'll be damned if I saw Peter or anyone else die by their hands because I let them live."
(May) "B-But what about their families? They also have lives."
(Spider-Man) "They lost their humanity when they became darks, after that it just goes downhill for them."
A palpable air of solemnity envelops the gathering as May chooses to remain reticent, her heart heavy with emotions left unspoken. In the wake of the tumultuous events, the Spider takes the mantle of leadership, guiding Peter and May towards their own reality.
(Peter) "Mr. Karito? You aren't coming with us?"
(Spider-Man) "I will just gotta lead Julia and Anya back to their worlds."
(Peter) "O-Ok, be safe."
(Spider-Man) He throws Peter a USB
(Peter) Catches it "What's this?"
(Spider-Man) "With the holograms, I made you a program of accuracy, skill, and control. The full body control program. With that, you were able to save the people from the ferry but also defeat Vulture. I know it was a difficult fight but thanks to Tony's suit that he made for you, it should have been enough equipment to handle the threat. Now for this next regimen, you're going to practice martial art and your Spider senses."
(May) "Aw, I liked it more as Peter tingle."
(Peter) "Spider-sense sounds cooler tho. Thank you, Mr. Karito! I'll keep training as requested. Now that I know that you have a pretty important job keeping the multiverse in check. I can imagine how tiresome that should be."
(Spider-Man) "You have no idea kid. Now go, I'll be back. Hopefully, I don't jinx myself by saying that."
With an understated gesture of camaraderie, the Spider offers a swift, yet poignant, head pat to Peter—an unspoken gesture of encouragement and empathy that transcends words. Likewise, a dignified nod is bestowed upon May—a gesture of respect, acknowledging the resilience and strength that defines her spirit. As the portal seals shut, cocooning Peter and May within the embrace of their own reality, the Spider remains, flanked by the two Spider-Women.
(Julia Web) "Well, Spider. Lead the way."
(Anya) "Mhm!"
(Spider-Man) Reveals his face and sighs "Alright, let's go. Inside Kraven's memories, I saw a way for you two to return to your Earths. We will enter the library that resides in "The Outside" or you can call the library "The Omniverse"."
(Julia Web) "W-What?! An Omniverse?!"
(Anya) "I... okay this is way above my paygrade."
(Julia Web) "What is "The Outside"? I only have knowledge of our multiverse so everything outside it is just a mystery."
(Spider-Man) "Let's talk as we walk."
In the boundless expanse of the enigmatic dimension, the trio of heroes strides with an air of purpose, guided by the enigmatic Spider-Man, whose movements seem to defy the conventional laws of space and time. With each twist and unexpected disappearance, the Spider-Women find themselves challenged to keep pace.
Yet, the profound connection between the Spider-Women and Spider-Man transcends the limitations of mere words. As the hero weaves the tapestry of Kraven's stolen memories, he offers morsels of insight, unveiling fragments of knowledge that illuminate the path ahead. In this silent exchange of recollections, the trio finds common ground, building a bridge of shared understanding amidst the ethereal expanse.
(Spider-Man) "Well, as I was saying earlier. The Omniversal library resides at the edge of the Omniverse itself, at the edge of everything. Now, for "The Outside" I have no clue."
(Julia Web) "Y-You don't know?"
(Spider-Man) "Kraven was only shown how to travel this place, not its secrets. Though..."
(Anya) "What is it, Spider-Man?"
(Spider-Man) "If my nerd instincts aren't wrong... "The Outside" is an unexplored void that inhabits everything that "Exists". But that's just a web page that I found out about before I even entered the world of fiction."
(Anya) Brain explodes
(Julia Web) "Everything? As in, literally EVERYTHING?"
(Spider-Man) "Well, that's as far as my brain can process. I might be pretty good in these theories but I can't know something that only 12th-dimensional beings and above only exist in."
(Julia Web) "Okay, I've had enough. My brain hurts from all this crazy talk, and I thought knowing about the multiverse was a headache."
(Anya) "Quick question, Spider."
(Spider-Man) "Yeah?"
(Anya) "You said something about "before I even entered the world of fiction". What do you mean by that?"
(Spider-Man) "Damn, I hoped you didn't listen to that part. Well, in short, I'm from the real REAL world."
(Anya) "...What?"
(Julia Web) "Wait, you're from Earth-1218?"
(Spider-Man) "Well, similar but where I used to live was the real world, IRL or whatever you want to call it. Where real humans reside and where fiction is a concept of the human imagination. For example, comics, movies, novels, and everything related falls in the category of fiction. I and the people from the real world created the concept of fiction and imagination as a sort of Entertainment."
(Julia Web) "Wha... now I'm just losing my mind at this point."
(Spider-Man) "Explaining this to ya'll will be a waste of time, it's only knowledge of characters who are in the level of "The One Above All" and higher know. Maybe some other characters are an exception but it is usually something Tier 1 and above characters know about, though at least I think so."
(Anya) "Tiers? What do you mean by tiers?"
(Spider-Man) "Oh, will you look at that we finally made it to the "Omniversal Library"!"
(Anya) "Did he just avoid my question?"
(Julia Web) "...Yes he did."
Amidst the enigmatic realm of dark matter that adorned the void, Spider-Man strode with an air of purpose, leading his companions towards a library of profound mystery. As they stepped into this surreal sanctuary, the atmosphere underwent a metamorphosis—an ethereal transformation akin to the shift from haunting melodies to the tranquil embrace of serenity.
The heroes found themselves surrounded by an infinite array of knowledge—a boundless repository of books, comics, novels, movies, and all forms of artistic expression. The boundless expanse of this library seemed to mirror the enigmatic nature of the dimension itself, where the boundaries of reality and imagination blurred into an intricately woven tapestry.
With the Spider at the helm, they navigated through the labyrinthine shelves, each tome and narrative beckoning to be explored. The arrangement of this literary haven was nothing short of awe-inspiring—a symphony of order amidst the boundless chaos of the void. The mere act of thought summoned the desired book, gracefully flying into the hands of its seeker—a mystical communion between knowledge and intention.
In the heart of this transcendent collection, the Spider steered his course towards the comic section—a domain of vibrant narratives, both known and unknown. As he reached for a particular tome, an uncanny sense of decay permeated the cover, lending an air of mystique to the experience. Intrigued, he caught another book that found its way to him, revealing a similar enigmatic state.
"Spider-Man The Grim Hunt"
"Spider-Man: Kraven's Last Hunt"
The Spider's countenance was tinged with perplexity as he beheld the enigmatic state of the two decayed books. An alluring enigma beckoned him forth, compelling him to delve into the mysteries concealed within these aged pages. With a deliberate resolve, he unsealed the first tome, its secrets unveiled before his discerning eyes.
Instantly, an alternate tapestry unfurled—a reality where the relentless Kraven triumphed over Spider-Man, sending shockwaves through the webslinger's consciousness. In this multifarious version, Kraven's malevolence transcended his mere dimension, and he embarked on an interdimensional odyssey, relentless in his pursuit of countless Spider-Men across the vast multiverse.
Yet, a more startling revelation awaited—the narrative of "The Grim Hunt," once attributed to another, had undergone a profound metamorphosis. In this iteration, the Spider found himself inexplicably woven into the very fabric of the tale, supplanting Peter Parker's role, and effectively transforming the narrative into a distinct semblance of its former self.
As the hero contemplated the bewildering implications of this altered reality, an ethereal interplay of conjectures and deductions commenced. The elusive tendrils of understanding reached out, weaving a tapestry of connections—a convergence of distinct realities and a curious fusion of destinies.
"Did the decay happen because Kraven turned into a Dark and the stories got corrupted?"
"Once a story that was taken over by a Dark, it losses its importance and gets turned into dust?"
"Once a story is consumed by darkness it dies."
(Spider-Man) "So that's why..."
(Julia Web) "What's why?"
(Spider-Man) "Once a story gets altered by a Dark it gets corrupted, like how a file gets corrupted in a computer. In simpler terms, the Darkness is a virus inside a computer. They would start fucking up everything that the computer has. The content inside the computer is the multiverse that the darks are gonna affect. And that's where I and the Guardians come into play, we are the antivirus of the system."
(Anya) "But, why would they need Guardians?"
(Spider-Man) "Because what can kill a virus inside a computer? The antivirus. Of course, sometimes the user can delete the virus if it's weak enough but because the darkness is so powerful not just in numbers but also in power, and has many varieties it has no choice but to rely on the antivirus. So that's why only Guardians can affect the darkness." Eyes narrow
(Anya) "You seem disturbed, Spider-Man..."
(Spider-Man) "It's because I am... I may be pushing my theory on this but... I think the Dark's origins are from The Guardians... I think they are one and the same but with different purposes and intentions."
(Julia Web) "So you're saying that the Guardians were the cause of the Darkness's creation?"
(Spider-Man) "I'm not sure, this is all just from what I have observed and got from Kraven's head. I know how to fix the corruption of these stories tho... somehow."
In the ethereal expanse of the library, as Karito, the enigmatic Spider, laid his hands upon the two aged and altered tomes, a luminous notification manifested itself before his discerning gaze—an otherworldly message veiled in cryptic elegance:
"Restore this World's reality."
"Yes/No"
As Spider-Man's inquisitive gaze lingered upon the luminous notification, a moment of contemplation ensued. The veil of uncertainty lifted, and a resolute decision was made. With a measured touch, he pressed "yes," the enigmatic choice resonating through the recesses of the cosmic library.
In response, the time-worn comic book surged with life, awash in a radiant yellow brilliance. The symphony of color breathed new vitality into its pages, the decayed veneer dissolving like a fleeting memory. Transmutation took hold, granting rebirth to its fading essence, as the authentic hues of the tale began to unfurl.
As the rejuvenated comic exuded an aura of captivating brilliance, the profound metamorphosis reached far beyond its pages. Julia and Anya, the two Spider-Women bound by fate's ethereal threads, were suffused with a celestial luminosity, marking the impending return to their respective realities.
(Spider-Man) "Your world should be fixing itself by now, so I think this is goodbye."
(Julia Web) "Well, it was nice to have a conversation with you. Even though your first impression on me was bone-chilling."
(Anya) "Thanks for helping us, even though you are pretty ruthless and scary, you are weirdly carrying."
(Spider-Man) "Hey, I'm nice. I just don't like Darks, that's all."
Within the transcendental confines of the comic's resplendent pages, an ethereal metamorphosis began to unfurl. Julia and Anya, the stalwart Spider-Women, became enveloped in a mesmerizing cascade of crystalline radiance.
(Julia Web) "Farewell, Karito."
(Anya) "Yeah, thank you."
(Spider-Man) "See you next time."
Karito Pov
As I stood in the vast, eerie library, a mix of curiosity and unease danced in my heart. Seeing Julia and Anya disappear into the crystalline pages left me both amazed and concerned. The aura of this place was unlike anything I'd encountered before, and a sense of trepidation gnawed at me.
My mind was still grappling with the revelations I had stumbled upon. The enigmatic presence of The Guardians and the inexplicable design of this place puzzled me deeply. The books, like whispers of forgotten tales, seemed to hold answers, yet the unfamiliarity of it all weighed heavily on my mind.
Feeling a bit disoriented, I wondered if I truly belonged here. The mysterious atmosphere made me feel a little sick, like a vertigo in my soul. Was this realm intended for me, or had I ventured into a space that defied my understanding?
As I continued my exploration, I couldn't help but notice the resemblance of this library to the one from the Umineko verse. A part of me wondered if it was an intentional homage or just a fascinating coincidence. Either way, the place added another layer of intrigue to the enigma that surrounded me.
Despite the discomfort, my determination to uncover the truth remained firm. This peculiar library held secrets that begged to be discovered. With each step, I braced myself against the unsettling feelings, determined to unlock the hidden knowledge that lay within these boundless shelves.
...
In this eerie and tense environment, my heart pounded anxiously, and my senses were on high alert. The silence that enveloped the library felt thick and suffocating, adding to the uncertainty of my situation. The weight of my every step was carefully measured as I navigated the dimly lit corridors, my eyes darting around, searching for any sign of movement or danger.
The thought of being alone in enemy territory sent a shiver down my spine, and I took great pains to ensure that I remained hidden from prying eyes. Utilizing my camouflage skill, I blended seamlessly with the shadows, hoping to evade any potential threats that might lurk in the darkness.
The vastness of the library puzzled me. Its seemingly endless rows of books, comics, and novels made me wonder how far this place truly extended. The notion that one could simply think of a book and have it fly into their hands added to the mystique of this enigmatic realm.
As I clung to the ceiling, invisible and vigilant, I felt a sense of trepidation building inside me. My heart raced as I heard footsteps approaching, and my instincts told me that I might not be alone in this ominous space. The fear of discovery urged me to remain concealed, to wait until the intruder passed by.
Suddenly, my hidden form was met by a pair of eyes, their gaze locking with mine. In that moment, time seemed to stand still as we both sized each other up, unsure of the other's intentions. The tension in the air was palpable, and I could feel the weight of the encounter hanging heavily on my shoulders.
(???) "Who are you? Why are you so deep into this library?"
(Spider-Man) "I uhh... it's my first time here... and uh... no one told me... what to do...?"
(???) "... Lying to me is useless you know?"
(Spider-Man) "The whole vibe I'm emitting kinda sells me out doesn't it."
(???) "It does, now you shall be eliminated. Guardian."
In the midst of this surreal encounter, the black-winged entity unsheathed a flaming sword with fierce determination. With a single bound, it closed the distance between us in a blazing display of power. Yet, my reflexes, honed through trials and tribulations, proved sharper than before, and the symbiote's newfound strength granted me the agility to evade such a swift assault.
(???) "That was surprising. I just attacked you with the speed of light and you dodged it?"
(Spider-Man) "Well, Spider-Man has an enemy called Lightmaster and you can guess where the reaction speed comes from."
(???) "Let's continue."
(Spider-Man) "Oh for the love of-" Barely dodges another sword slash "SHIT!"
Our fight continued as I was completely on the defense, I couldn't even fight back. My entire body just screams to run away from him, this dark angel-looking man just seems to be in a league of his own. There were times when I had to activate my hacking skill to cancel some of his attacks that were clearly gonna kill me if it wasn't for my spider-sense warning me and showing me glips of the future.
What worried me is that I continue to feel the presence of multiple people, and our fight is gaining more and more attention. I NEED to get out of here but I can't even catch a moment to think because if I do this dark angel will kill me! FUCK!
As I continued to panic more and barely dodge and cancel out the angel's attack in a distance I saw a mature lady with dark violet hair styled in a classic hime cut, purple eyes, and a well-proportioned figure. She wears a sweeping strapless light pink ball gown that resembles a Juunihitoe kimono; yet the layers seem to be mere stripes in green, blue, and red. A yellow sash-like accessory is draped around the skirt. The dress is held in place by a formal magenta obi with red padding, accessorized with a red and white obijime.
The outfit is complete with matching light pink gloves and a light green fringed scarf draped over her left shoulder. A brooch is pinned to the scarf comprising a striped flag matching her dress layers affixed to a star-shaped pendant; resembling a military medal. She also carries a cane.
Her most notable accessory is the metallic horseshoe-shaped object that seemingly levitates around her head.
Wait... I feel like I've seen this bitch somewhere...
(???) "001 is this... thing giving you that much trouble?"
(Dark Scp 001) "He's somehow canceling all of my attacks, usually I could end my foes with a single word but he seems to cancel that as well."
(Spider-Man) "HEY! NO! I already HAVE MY HAN-" Ducks "SHIT!"
(???) Sigh "Well, I'll be watching because it's interesting how someone of your level can't seem to capture this "Child of Man"."
(Dark Scp 001) "You know Featherine, helping could be nice once in a while."
(Dark Featherine) "But it's fun watching a god-like creature like yourself struggling to catch this insect."
In the face of an unimaginable foe, fear gripped my heart, and every instinct screamed at me to flee. SCP 001, the formidable Gate Guardian, stood before me, a being of immense power that surpassed anything I had ever encountered. My mind struggled to process the gravity of the situation - I was hopelessly outmatched.
With every swing of his flaming sword, I could feel the heat and force of his attacks, narrowly evading them by the skin of my teeth. Panic threatened to overtake me as I realized the danger I was in. This guardian was meant to watch over the gate of Eden, and yet here he was, intent on tearing me apart.
His strikes were swift and precise, leaving painful cuts on my body with each near-miss. The pain was unbearable, but I forced myself to focus, to keep moving, desperate to find a way to survive. My mind raced with the limited options I had, knowing that my chances of defeating him were slim to none.
In that moment, I caught a glimpse of the black windows of the library, and a daring idea formed in my mind. It was a long shot, but I had no other choice. With my heart pounding in my chest, I mustered all the courage I had left and made my move.
(Dark Featherine) "What is the thing doing?"
In a moment of sheer desperation, I mustered the courage to make a life-altering decision. My heart pounded in my chest as I gazed out of the darkened library windows, uncertainty shrouding my mind. Facing the formidable Gate Guardian was not an option I could entertain, for his power dwarfed mine in comparison.
Summoning every last ounce of willpower, I leaped through the glass, a leap of faith into the unknown. The chaos of the dark void swallowed me whole, and for an instant, I felt as if I had vanished from existence. It was a risk I had to take; anything was preferable to confronting a being of godlike proportions.
(Dark Scp 001) "Well, my target just killed himself. There's no way he's gonna survive in the void."
(Featherine) "Wow, that was anticlimactic."
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No Pov
In the boundless expanse of the dark void, Spider-Man found himself tumbling, lost in an infinite loop of disorienting disarray. The laws of reality seemed to lose their grip on his body as unseen forces subjected him to strange and disturbing contortions. Each descent felt like an eternity, his anguished cries reverberating through the impenetrable darkness.
Refusing to succumb to the torment, Spider-Man resorted to his hacking prowess, identifying a particular line of purple that beckoned to him. With a desperate punch, he shattered the spectral barrier, revealing a black hole that promptly swallowed him whole. The black hole's unforgiving gravity subjected him to "spaghettification," an agonizing process of simultaneous compression and stretching.
Amidst the turmoil, his body convulsed, enveloped in crackling electricity as he unleashed a final scream before seemingly disintegrating into subatomic particles. The display was akin to a glitch in the fabric of reality itself. Yet, inexplicably, as the chaos peaked, the spider-powered hero teleported to an unknown destination, his form reforming in an alien landscape.
In the strange realm, Karito found himself suspended in an expansive, pristine white void devoid of discernible landmarks. He gingerly opened his eyes, surveying the surroundings, where whirlpools of voids swirled in intricate patterns, each flowing with purposeful cosmic intent. His symbiote companion, Toxin, shared his bewilderment, their confusion a shared bond in this enigmatic realm.
As he attempted to gather his bearings, a curious sight emerged on the horizon—a minuscule speck, rapidly expanding in size as it approached. Though instinctively panicked, his heightened spider senses remained unresponsive, suggesting an absence of immediate threat. Thus, he stood his ground, watching in awe as the approaching entity revealed its visage—a gargantuan whale-like creature, whose bizarre nature stirred unease within him. A mysterious presence echoed in his mind, Kara's voice manifesting as if to guide him through this cosmic enigma.
"Oh my God..."
(Spider-Man) "W-What is it?!"
"It's the Leviathan..."
(Spider-Man) "Excuse me?"
In the boundless cosmic expanse, the colossal "Leviathan" ceased its majestic movements, coming to an imposing halt before the diminutive figure of Karito. The vastness of the creature was unfathomable, leaving the spider-powered hero feeling infinitesimal in comparison to the enigmatic behemoth before him. In that suspended moment, an eerie silence enveloped them, a serene encounter between two vastly different beings.
Their gaze locked, Karito's human eyes met the unfathomable depths of the whale's gaze, as if an unspoken communication transpired between them. Time seemed to slow, elongating each second into an eternity, a mesmerizing exchange that held its own sense of otherworldly significance.
For several minutes, their cosmic encounter remained undisturbed, the giant whale's presence both captivating and overwhelming. The atmosphere was pregnant with intrigue, a dance of curiosity and uncertainty between two entities inhabiting distinct realms of existence.
With a graceful and deliberate movement, the majestic "Leviathan" initiated a departure, its ethereal form gliding away from Karito, its intentions and purpose remaining inscrutable. As the colossal being gently receded into the cosmic ether, its passage seemed like an enigmatic acknowledgment of Karito's presence, leaving him with a sense of wonder and awe in the wake of this extraordinary encounter.
(Spider-Man) "...Kara... What the fuck did I just see..."
"You just saw "The Unwritten Leviathan"..."
Karito shot a web on the Leviathan's back and went for a ride. He gently got on top of the whale and the entity didn't seem to mind what he was doing... Now the real question is...
(Spider-Man) "...How the fuck did I end up here... and how do I get out...?"
To be continued...