𝖢𝖧𝖠𝖯𝖳𝖤𝖱 𝖲𝖤𝖵𝖤𝖭𝖳𝖤𝖤𝖭： 𝖲𝖯𝖨𝖣𝖤𝖱𝖲 𝖲𝖮𝖫𝖨𝖳𝖴𝖣𝖤

                                    

                                          

                            

                                
                            
                              
                                  
                              
                              
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                              
                             
                            
                            
                          
                          
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ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : [𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖢𝗁𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾]

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I think it's time to hear 
my side of the story...












My name is, (Y/n) (L/n). 
I was bitten by a radioactive spider. 




























"A nine-year-old girl, with (color) eyes. Where is she?!"
"I-In-In that r-room!"
As a steel door drops onto the ground, dust covers for a moment and from behind all that dust, a web shot out to causing a man to groan. That same man grunts as he was pressed onto the floor weight on pressed down on his chest and neck.
Then a ring... a high-pitched sound flairs off causing a headache... a migraine. I get up. Then a thud that, tore my ears apart, a bell that wouldn't stop ringing. It's agonizing, silently I shout letting out only squeaks, begging it to stop.
Please just make it stop. 
My head is throbbing, 
incoming light burns. 
It stops. It's slightly dark. It's it a shadow. 
I hear grunts. Looking up squinting past the dust while holding my throbbing head, red and blue. A man of red and blue. Am I hallucinating? Was it the drugs? Was it the food they offered me? 
"You're like me..." Spider-Man spoke softly to me. 
My unknown rescuer, Peter Parker. 
I was nothing but a stray cat when he first found me, frightened, fearful... would he leave me in those filthy streets? Or would he send me to a shelter to wait endlessly for someone would do the same or even learn to care for me? 
No, he didn't make me wait, he gave me a home, a family. 

"You came all this way, watch the test. It's a hell of a freaking light show. You're gonna love this."

"NO! No, don't do this! Stop! 
You don't know what it can do! You'll kill us all!"

Inhaling a shaky breath, I rested Peter's hand. I should've reached out to him, held him one last time, but no I had to be, act tough, "Please, be careful... dad."
He coughs out trying to cheer me up, he waves weakly, "Go on, scram..."