Hello readers, as English isn't my first language, it may contain many grammar issues. That's why I will be using Grammarly. The sponsor of today's vid...
Still, if you find any incorrect grammar or punctuation inside this fanfic, it would be awesome if you would write a correction in the paragraph comments.
'...' : thought
"..." : talking
/...\ : something is written
[...]: place/time
{...} : talking per phone/pc/tv
>...< : sound
(...) : the all mighty me ᕕ( ಠ‿ಠ)ᕗ
Without further ado, let's begin the Story!
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Time after the Queensboro bridge incident: 2 Weeks, 4 Days, 5am
(time skip)
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[12pm | sewers of queens | ??? POV]
"Who Ƶ I¿"(Who am I?) I asked myself this cursed question again.
I was walking through the sewers for a whole week, only going out when my hunger was growing too strong. And always when I come back, I ask myself the same question.
It is scary not knowing who you are. It feels like I am underwater, not being able to see clearly but still being able to make out a silhouette of my past.
'Do I really need a past?' I asked myself as I continued walking.
'I can feel it in my exoskeleton. My evolution is near!' I think in delight as I climb out of the sewers, lightly opening a manhole cover.
{"Spider-Man is still on the run, but the police special force unit, led by none other than Captain Stacy himself, has finally received an anonymous tip, which has been proven to be really helpful in removing his web fluids..."}
The radio, next to the gangsters in the alleyway I was in, spoke.
As I opened the manhole cover completely, I readied my shoulder and head arms to shoot webs at them.
>swich< >swich< >swich< >swich<
After hitting them with the webs in the face, I produce spit in my mouth and spit it on the webs, coloring them green, before pulling them to me.
"Hhmmm!" They scream, or at least try to, as I take them down the sewers.
>Screach< (happy)
'I am so smart for figuring out that my webs are resistant to my spit!' I praise myself as we go deeper into the sewers.
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[Same time | sewers of queens | Dr. Connors' POV]
"No. No, that isn't it either." I murmur as I search for the notebook I lost in my last fight with Spider-Man.
'Should I just give up?' I asked myself, not wanting to continue walking around in this filth.
"No, it has the perfected formula inside of it!" I yell while shaking my head to get these useless thoughts out of it.
>Screech<
After hearing the screech, I hid myself behind a wall.
'Is it a rat? No, it was too deep to be one.' I riddled as I tried to look out from my hiding spot to see what it was.
'Here is noth-' "Ħæłłø ŧħ€¶€¡" My calming thought is disturbed when a nightmarish creature appears before my eyes.
"Ahh!" I scream in fear as I see it stepping nearer and nearer.
'I- I think it's morphin' time!'
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[back to ??? POV]
'What the h-' I can't finish my thought as A giant tail is about to hit me, making me use my webs to build a blockade before me.
Before me was a giant humanoid lizard with a height of around 9 feet, riveling my one, which also is 9 feet.
(picture here:)
After evading his tail attack, I use my shoulder arms to send a web in his face, to throw him away. But instead of doing just that, it falls flat off.
"Nisse try Ssspider! But I am prepared for people like you!" The creature said in a dark and rough voice.
'People like m-' Before I could finish my thought, the lizard hit me across the face. Making me crash into the wall.
'Spider-Man!' I thought as I tried to stand up.
'I did all of this to even the playing field!' I continued the thought while leaning against the wall.
"Give it up, Ssspider! In the New Yorker Jungle, I am the apex predator." >Arrrghræđŋð«€ſæ< He said while continuously kicking me.
'Apex-' "Predator." I repeated, trying to stand up only to be kicked down again.
"I had it with you Ssspidersss! Alwaysss coming in the waysss of my planssss!" It yelled with an enraged voice, making its spit spread everywhere before reaching back, reading its claws for the finishing blow.
>swich< >Bang<
Short before his attack connected, I web-zibbed myself to the wall opposite to us, kicking its left leg on the way, making it fall. Then, I use my shoulder arms to make a rope. I ran at him and jumped.
"Ack-" I started chocking the lizard with the rope I made, making it stumble.
As I choked it, it tried to reach for me, but I evaded it by crawling around its body while making the rope longer or shorter when necessary.
>rip< "Rraaahrr" It roars as it rips the rope in two, using it to spin me around before hurling me at the wall.
This time, I landed on it without even making a sound. As I look at it, I see how some scales started falling off.
"Thisss wasssn't the end of it SSSPIDER!" It roared with an enraged voice as it started to flee.
After it left, silence returned to the sewers, making me think about myself.
'What do I want?'
'Why do I want it?'
'How do I get it?'
'What is it worth?'
One question after another came to my mind. All wanting to be solved right now but not having the answers to them, I took the bodies I hid and began moving to my hideout.
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[6am | Parker House | Peter's POV]
"There must be a pattern." I remark as I look at the map I built on the wall. I marked all Web-Murder locations that were broadcasted in the News searching for the last clue that I missed.
'I already gave the police the formula for the removal of the webs. Isn't that enough help?' I asked myself.
>sigh<
I sighed, having enough of staring at a map, and sat down, starting to spin in my chair, only for a spider to land on my nouse when I stopped.
"Aah!" >thud< Falling to the ground after letting out a manly scream, I adjusted my glasses and looked around for the Spiderweb.
'Spiderweb? Spiderweb!' I thought again while looking at the map, coming to a conclusion.
"It's a web! He is hunting around his hideout!" I yell in delight, finally having figured out what is going on.
I searched through my things and finally found a bundle of wool, which I use to connect the pins, beginning from the outside.
I stopped before connecting the final pins, seeing where it is.
" 3859 11th St..."
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Another plot twist(more epic table flip) (˚Õ˚)ر ~~~~~~~~╚╩╩╝
For those who didn't get it, the address is the Thompson house.
Also, from now on, you most likely will only get one chapter per day.