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justabigassnerd · 2 years

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Before the multiverse

Pairing - TASM!Peter Parker x sister!reader

Word count - 9,454

Warnings - death, blood, injuries, passing out, not taking care of one's self, grief, angst, swearing

Summary - a couple of years before the events of your multiversal crossing, you fought a humanoid lizard which resulted in a catastrophic loss

Prequel to - 'Second chance'

A/N - okay this was never really a planned fic or anything the idea popped into my head and I'm evil so I wrote it. This took me way too long to write because my writer's block chose to show up. Again, I am very sorry if this fic causes tears or any upset at all. As per y'all please send in requests, feedback, and enjoy!!

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“I have to admit, Doctor Connors certainly picked the right time to turn himself into a giant lizard.” You joke as you grab some milk out of the fridge and pour it into your bowl of cereal.

“What do you mean?” Peter asks, holding his hand out for you to pass him the milk.

“Well just imagine how screwed New York would be if I didn’t have my powers.” You say, handing him the milk and placing your bowl down at the table.

“I’m more concerned about how screwed we are because you’re the one with powers.” Peter fires back, laughing as your jaw drops in mock offence.

“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that.” You say, snatching the milk from his grasp and returning it to the fridge.

“Do you know where Doctor Connors is?” Peter asks, glancing over at you as you return to the table.

“No, I lost him in the sewers last night.” You mutter, a serious silence falling over the two of you as you recall last night’s events and how you had crawled into your bedroom window rather loudly which Peter then investigated, finding you half dead with gashes all over your body.

“You’re feeling okay to go into school after what happened yesterday?” Peter asks quietly and you could hear the worry in his voice.

“I’m fine Pete. I started feeling better after I was all patched up. A perk to this whole spider bite business is I have enhanced healing abilities. Not that I’ve been wanting to test them out like that.” You say, assuring your brother that you’re fine and feeling better after last night. Peter just nods at your words and continues to eat his breakfast. When you both finish breakfast you put your bowls away and grab your bags so you can head to school. You meet up with Gwen along the way, with you teasing her and Peter for being so hopelessly in love. The school day passed painfully slowly and at the end of the day, you were ready to drop.

“Honestly, going to school feels like a job. They should be paying us for this.” You joke as you walk along the corridors, laughing along with Peter and Gwen after having met up with them after class. Just before Gwen could respond as you reach your lockers, the building shook, stopping everyone in their tracks. Your senses were screaming at you that there was danger, and you knew it was Connors.

“Peter, take Gwen and run.” You say quickly and lowly, only wanting Peter to hear you. Gwen didn’t know about your hero alter-ego and for now, she didn’t need to. It kept her safe to not know about it. You see Peter nod and take Gwen’s hand, bolting down the corridor with the rest of the students as Connors comes bursting through the doors, growling as he sees you. As the students clear the corridor you run towards Connors, dodging under his claws, and leading him away from where everyone else was. You needed to find a place where you could get into your suit to keep your identity secret. You already had your web-shooters on, you just couldn’t risk using them without the suit on. Connors was unbelievably strong, smashing you through walls and doors with ease until you end up in one of the science labs where Connors throws you into one of the equipment cupboards. You use the time to get into your suit as quickly as possible, just as your spider senses warn you that Connors threw a chemical concoction at you which blows up just as you move out of the way. You wait for the dust to clear as Connors rambles about how he wants to cure every one of humanity and turn them into lizards.

“You talk too much doc, has anyone ever told you that?” You joke as you leap out of the cupboard, now in your Spider-Woman suit as you land on one of the tables. Connors growls lowly at your words as you fire your webs at the lights, pulling them down on his head.

“You have a nasty habit of meddling in affairs you know nothing about.” Connors says before he lunges at you which you dodge with ease.

“I don’t know. I don’t really want to be a lizard if we’re being honest and I’m sure everyone else feels the same as me. Don’t you think being a lizard is rather impractical?” You continue, dodging and attacking the giant lizard while he smashes through walls trying to attack you. Connors managed to get some good hits on you as you hear the sound of police sirens grow louder.

“Someone’s in trouble.” You say in a singsong voice as Connors snorts angrily, baring his sharp teeth. He grabs you in his hand, claws digging into your shoulder as you wince before he throws you through the wall into the library. When you get up Connors is nowhere to be seen. Not willing to lose him now you head in the direction of his growls and stomps, following them to the bathroom where there was a large hole in the floor leading down into the sewers. You jump into the hole and start walking through the sewers. To your shock, your phone rings and you pull it out of your bag. Seeing Peter’s name flashing across the screen you pull your mask off and answer the call.

“Are you okay? Where are you?” Peter’s worried voice says the second the phone reaches your ear.

“I’m okay, a little banged up, but I’ll live. I’m in the sewers tracking him. Look I need your help with something. We need to create an antidote for Connors, you could do that right?” You say hurriedly as you walk, eyes constantly roaming the walls in case Connors is hiding somewhere.

“I’d have to go to Oscorp but yeah I can do it.” Peter says, his words calming you slightly.

“Okay, okay can you do that please?” You ask. Your senses on high alert as you speak.

“Yeah, I’ll go right now. Be safe.” Peter says quickly before hanging up. You eventually hear the distant sound of music and follow it to a makeshift lab in the sewers. Your eyes roam over everything, looking at the equipment Connors has gathered with Connors nowhere to be found. You notice a computer on the desk as a lizard crawls across it. You see the video it’s displaying and reach out to hit the space bar, watching the video carefully as it starts to play. As the Doctor Connors in the video explains how he wanted to fix humans weaknesses you wander around the lab noticing another screen that displays a human turning into a giant lizard and then a plan to disperse the lizard gas across the city from a tower you recognised instantly and had your heart running at a hundred miles an hour.

“Oscorp.”

You rush through the sewers, finding a manhole cover that will take you up to the streets of Manhattan and crawl out of it after returning your mask to your face, swiftly dodging a taxi before returning the manhole cover to its place. You grab your phone and dial Peter’s number, begging him quietly to pick up the phone.

“Hello?”

“Peter, where are you?” You say quickly, anxiously pacing along the pavement.

“I’m in Oscorp, you said you needed-”

“Yeah, I know what I said you have to get out. Right now.” You say, your breath becoming quicker as fear takes hold.

“The antidote is being made right now.” Peter protests.

“No Peter, Connors is on his way to Oscorp right now. He wants the disbursement device, so he can turn everyone into lizards.” You force out, needing Peter to just listen to you.

“The antidote has a few minutes left.” Peter argues making you groan angrily. Why was he so damn stubborn?

“So you’re going to wait there with the knowledge Connors is on his way? I don’t think so. Get your ass out of there right now Peter I swear to god.” You demand, your voice raising but you didn’t care.

“I’m gonna get everyone out.” Peter says quickly before he hangs up on you, making you grit your teeth angrily.

“You’re an asshole.” You mutter at your phone before shoving it in your small suit pocket. Leaping up and shooting webs at the building nearby to swing from. As you swing around the buildings, heading for Oscorp you hear the whir of a helicopter and a bright light shines on you as you swing.

“Stand down now, we have you surrounded.” You hear the voice of Police Chief Stacy boom from the helicopter. As you swing, multiple police officers shoot electric bullets at you, each of them missing their mark but as you swing around a building you are momentarily blinded by the bright light from the helicopter, giving an officer a free shot. You wince and tense as the electrical currents run through you as you lose your grip on your web, falling onto a taxi, leaving you barely conscious. You could feel the police handcuffing you and sitting you up as your energy came back to you. You waited until you felt a hand gripping your mask and ripping it off your head before you acted. Snapping your handcuffs and sweeping Stacy’s feet out from underneath him before attacking the other officers, knocking them down and taking their weapons while keeping your face as obscured as possible. When you’ve knocked out most of the officers you freeze when you hear a gun cock behind you and a torch shine on you.

“Turn around.” Captain Stacy demands and you do as he wishes, watching as he falters upon seeing your face.

“y/n? y/n Parker? You’re Peter’s sister, right?” He questions as you stand up from your crouched position.

“Doctor Connors is on his way to Oscorp right now and Peter’s there. You have to let me go.” You plead, tears welling in your eyes at the thought of your brother in such danger. You slowly approach Captain Stacy, maintaining eye contact as he keeps his gun trained on you. You crouch down and pick up your mask, putting it on before darting off, jumping off the same taxi you landed on, and firing your web at the nearest building. You heard Captain Stacy calling out to someone to hold their fire, but they didn’t listen, and you cry out in pain as a bullet hits your leg as you land on the top of the building. But you couldn’t stop now. You had to get to Oscorp. The more you climbed, the harder it became. Your leg was in agony, and you had no clear shot of Oscorp. After dragging yourself to the top of yet another building, you looked up to see all the cranes moving to give you something to swing from so you could reach Oscorp. You glance down at all the people evacuating the area and shoot a web over your injury, hoping it will help at least a little bit. You back up to the other end of the building before running to jump and shot your web, but the closest crane was still too far for your web to reach but as you fell you managed to grab onto a piece of metal hanging from a closer crane as when you looked to the operator, you recognised him as the guy from the bridge, you saved his son the first night Connors was spotted as the Lizard. You thanked him silently with a nod before leaping off, shooting your web, and swinging from the next crane. You continue this until you land on the side of the Oscorp building. You then fire two webs higher up on the building and use them as means to slingshot yourself higher until you reach the top. You could see Connors right at the top of the spire and you knew he was activating his serum, so you were pressed for time. You slingshot your way to the top and kicked him away from the device, needing him to be as far away from it as possible so you could deactivate it. Turns out, when someone is desperate, they put up one hell of a fight. You noticed that a lot of canisters he threw at you were liquid nitrogen and you quickly figured they could work in your favour but every time you tried to get near one, Connors would knock you away. When you were knocked down for what felt like the hundredth time Connors grabs you, wrapping his tail around your neck and gripping your wrists, and smashing your web-shooters. Grabbing your wrists in one large hand, he uses his other to pull the mask off your head, chuckling lowly when he sees your face as you fight for breath.

“Poor y/n Parker. No mother. No father. No uncle. All alone.” Connors snarls as his tail constricts your throat tighter.

“She’s not alone.” Connors turns around with a growl, seeing both Peter and Captain Stacy stood side by side.

“Peter Parker.” Connors growls, his sharp teeth gleaming in the moonlight as he roars. Captain Stacy lifts his gun and fires it at the liquid nitrogen tank near you. Using the distraction to your advantage, you yank your hands free and hold the pipe spewing liquid nitrogen in Connors’ face causing his grip on your throat to loosen and you land on the ground. When he swings his tail at you to attack you hold the pipe up, watching as the liquid nitrogen freezes his tail right off. You continue the assault as Captain Stacy fires shell after shell at Connors. When you heard the disbursement device announcing there were forty-five seconds left until it would fire Connors’ lizard serum you acted quickly, throwing the pipe into the hole filled with liquid nitrogen containers and kicking Connors back into it as Captain Stacy continues to shoot.

“Here. Take this and go.” You look over to see Peter holding out the antidote towards you.

“We’ve got this y/n. you need to go.” Captain Stacy says, his gun trained on where Connors was. You nod hurriedly and begin climbing up the spire, going as fast as your body will allow. When you reach the top, you start opening the device so you can swap the serum with the antidote but as you do that, the spire starts to shake, and you look down to see Connors crawling up as fast as he can. The second you can, you remove the serum and replace it with the antidote just as Connors grabs your foot, pulling you down as you grip onto the small walkway. You watch tensely as the device fires, hoping that this works. You flinch slightly at the large flashes before watching a blue cloud of gas rain down over the city. Connors loses his grip on your leg and falls; you climb back onto the spire. Just before you could start your climb down the spire starts to fall, leaving you no choice but to jump off. You almost fall off the building before someone catches you and you look up to see Connors gripping onto your wrist tightly, pulling you up as he continues to transform back into a human. When he’s finally hauled you onto the safety of the roof you turn to look at him, struggling with what to say. Before you could say anything, Connors’ eyes widen in shock and realisation.

“Peter…”

Hearing Connors’ concern when he spoke had you up on your feet in seconds, running over to where you last saw Peter and Captain Stacy.

“Peter! Peter, where are-” You stop in your tracks when you see Peter on the floor, blood pooling from his chest. You slowly approach him, kneeling by his side and gently pulling him into your arms, apologising quietly when he winces. The smell of his blood was overwhelming, making you want to throw up and you could taste the iron on your lips.

“Connors, is he…?”

“All cured. No more lizard people.” You say, fighting to keep a smile on your face for Peter’s sake.

“Look, we’ve got to get you help.” You say quickly, looking down at Peter’s injuries.

“No. y/n, I’m not going to make it. You should focus on getting out of here.” Peter manages to say as tears build in your eyes.

“Shut up. You are not dying, okay? We’re going to get you to an ambulance, and they’ll patch you up because god knows I’m hopeless at it.” You attempt to joke, a weak laugh escaping both yours and Peter’s lips.

“I don’t think there’s much even trained professionals could do about this. I look worse than you did.” Peter’s attempted humour made you frown, tears now rolling down your cheeks. You glance down to your gloved hands which were now coated in his blood, the dark red of his blood contrasting the bright red of your suit.

“Don’t say that. Please.” You whimper. The crushing reality of your brother’s injuries setting in as the tears flow.

“You saved the city, y/n. You’ve proved to everyone that the city needs you. You have to keep going. Don’t let this stop you, okay? But don’t let Spider-Woman take over. You still need to be y/n.” Peter says, his voice weak yet comforting as he speaks.

“I can’t do this without you. I can’t lose you, Peter.” You say quietly, hating yourself for sounding so weak in front of him.

“Hey, you stopped needing me a long time ago. The spider bite only proved it. You don’t need your big brother anymore.” Peter mutters, his face drained of colour, and you could hear his heartbeat getting slower and fainter.

“No. I don’t care how old I am or whether I have superpowers or not. I’m always going to need my brother and that’s why you have to stay awake. Can you do that for me, Pete?” You plead, shaking Peter ever so slightly in an effort to keep him conscious.

“I don’t say it enough, but I love you so much y/n/n. Don’t forget that.” Peter forces out, his breaths small and weak.

“I love you too Pete. I love you so much.” You whisper, looking up at the stars in the sky in a vain attempt to stop your tears from falling. The second your ears couldn’t pick up Peter’s weak heartbeat your head snapped to look at him once more. You carefully lifted him closer to your head, your ear hovering over his mouth as you anxiously awaited a breath you knew was never going to come.

“Peter? Hey, come on wake up. Please wake up. I won’t even be mad if you’re pranking me right now. I just need you to open your eyes and wake up. Just open your eyes that’s all you have to do and then I’ll stop bothering you. It’s easy, I know you can do it. Please, Peter?” You beg, resting your forehead against his cold temple as you continue to sob and beg him to wake up.

“y/n, you need to get out of here.” You hear Captain Stacy’s voice as he approaches you, but you make no effort to move, only clutching Peter closer to your chest protectively.

“I’m not leaving him.” You state, barely shifting your gaze to look at the police captain.

“I know you don’t want to, but you have to. The rest of the police will be up here soon enough, and you can’t be here.” Captain Stacy insists, holding your mask out towards you.

“I can’t.” You insist, finally looking up at him, your teary eyes meeting his gentle ones.

“This is for your own safety. I know you don’t want to leave him. I can’t imagine how hard this is for you, but you need to listen to me. I’m going to call people up to take care of this and you need to get home. I saw that Connors broke your web shooter things so I’m willing to drive you home so I can give the news to your aunt as well. Have you got a change of clothes? I guess your aunt doesn’t know about this superhero stuff.” Captain Stacy says firmly yet gently. His heart was breaking, not only for you but for his daughter. He hardly got to know Peter in the time he was dating Gwen, but he knew they loved each other.

“I uh… I have clothes in my backpack, but I left it in the sewers you’d have to drive me to the manhole I came out of first. I also think we should pick up Gwen too. She deserves to know about Peter.” You say, your voice thick with tears as Captain Stacy nods.

“Okay, we can do that. Now, I’m going to call my men up here. I’ll make sure they bring along some paramedics or something so Peter is dealt with accordingly, okay?” Captain Stacy says, his voice never wavering or straying from the gentle tone.

“I’m not leaving until I know Peter’s in good hands.” You assert, taking the mask from Captain Stacy and glancing from the mask to Peter as Captain Stacy moved away to contact his officers. Your shoulders sank as the realisation that this was all your fault sank in. if you had just dealt with Connors without getting Peter involved this wouldn’t have happened.

You’re snapped out of your thoughts by the sound of police and paramedics making their way up the stairs, so you press a quick, gentle kiss to Peter’s forehead before pulling your mask on. You looked up when the door to the roof opened and saw a team of police officers followed by a small handful of paramedics enter. The police surveyed the area, some of them even pointed their guns at you and demanded you move away from Peter, growing enraged when you didn’t move, only staring them down from behind the mask. Captain Stacy had to step in quickly, telling his men to lower their weapons and to leave you be before waving the paramedics over.

“Sorry about this but we do need to take him.” The paramedic who approaches you and kneels by your side says. Her voice was soft and gentle as you nod slightly.

“Take care of him. Please.” You whisper, hesitantly allowing the paramedics to take Peter from your arms, laying him on a stretcher and covering him carefully with a white sheet as you watch them take him away. You heard one of the paramedics muttering under their breath about how Peter was ‘just a kid’ and how he was distraught on behalf of Peter’s family. You knew the comment was a one-off and they didn’t know you were actually Peter’s family but that didn’t stop the comment from being a stab to the heart.

“Your job here is done Spider-Woman. You can go now.” One of the police officers said, his distaste for you obvious in his voice. You clenched your hands into fists and turned away, walking over to the edge of the building, and surveying the city. You heard Captain Stacy approach you and he told you quietly to wait for him in the location he told you and that he’d pick you up in his car and take you to where your bag was before picking up Gwen and taking you home. You nod and bid him goodbye before you start scaling down the building after having no other way to get down without your web-shooters. Once you reach the ground you climb up the nearest building and jump from roof to roof until you reach the location Captain Stacy to wait at. You linger in the alleyway, noticing how quiet it is because of the evacuation that happened, and you could only hope it would stay this quiet for a bit longer. Soon enough a police car pulls up and when you see Captain Stacy you don’t hesitate to get into the car.

“Okay, where are we going?” He asks as you close the door. You tell him which manhole you came out of when you came to stop Connors. Once he arrives you quickly remove the cover, dropping down and scooping up your bag and changing back into your clothes and shoving your suit back into the bag, and zipping it up. You then climb back out of the manhole and replace the cover before climbing back into the car. Captain Stacy pulls up outside where he lives and calls Gwen to get her to come down. As you wait, you wipe your eyes and your cheeks to hopefully rid them of tears, but you knew it wasn’t worth it because you’d be sobbing again soon enough.

“Hey, dad, where are we- y/n, what happened?” Gwen says, getting into the back of the car with you when she notices the blood and cuts on your face.

“Let’s just get her home, okay? We can talk more there.” Captain Stacy says quickly, starting the drive to your house. The silence was excruciating. You knew Gwen was worried. You could hear her quick heartbeat despite the calm expression she was fighting to keep on her face.

When the car eventually pulls up outside of your house you grab your bag and hesitantly get out. Captain Stacy encourages you to go to the door first, both him and Gwen following behind as you unlock the door and walk in.

“y/n, where have you been? I’ve been worried sick about you and Peter. Where is that brother of yours? Is he with Gwen?” Your aunt May says, hurrying over to the door when she notices you. She pulls you into a hug which you accept, burying your face in her shoulder as you hold back tears.

“Oh, can I help you?” May then says, noticing Captain Stacy and Gwen over your shoulder as you continue to cling to her.

“I think we should have this discussion in the living room if you don’t mind.” Captain Stacy says gently, gesturing towards the living room and you watch as Aunt May nods walking into the living room with you, Gwen, and Captain Stacy following close behind. You sit in between Aunt May and Gwen as Captain Stacy remains standing in the middle of the room. Everything Captain Stacy said rattled around your head, a horrible confirmation that what happened wasn’t some horrific nightmare. You clutched Aunt May’s hand as she cried, moving to pull her into a hug as you both cried. You opened the embrace up to Gwen as well and the three of you cry in each other’s arms. It took minutes that felt more like hours for the three of you to recover enough to move or speak. Gwen pulled away from the hug first, turning to her father with tear-stained cheeks.

“I’m spending the night here. I can’t leave May and y/n like this.” Gwen says, her voice cracking and thick with tears. Captain Stacy sighs heavily but nods before turning to look at you.

“y/n, can I speak to you in private?” Captain Stacy asks, and you nod standing up and leading Captain Stacy out onto the porch. It wasn’t practical to stand outside in the cold but there was less of a chance of Aunt May or Gwen overhearing you if you were outside rather than inside.

“I need you to promise me something. I need you to promise me that you’ll keep Gwen out of all this hero business. I know she’s your friend but I’m asking you to keep her separate from your superhero life. Keeping this a secret will keep her safe can you promise me that?” Captain Stacy says, seriousness clear in his voice.

“Promise me, y/n.” Captain Stacy repeats when he notices your obvious hesitance. You understood where Captain Stacy was coming from, he wanted to keep his daughter and his family safe, and just knowing you was a danger. Eventually, you nod. It was a small movement, you were sure Captain Stacy would’ve missed it if he wasn’t staring down at you intensely. Seemingly satisfied, Captain Stacy backs off and heads inside with you so he can say goodbye to Gwen. Once Captain Stacy is gone you turn to Aunt May, taking her hand and sitting down next to her once more.

“You should go to bed Aunt May.” You say gently, helping her to her feet and leading her to her bedroom when she nods. You say goodnight to May, biting back more tears as you close her bedroom door before retreating to your own. You enter your room, walking a couple of steps before collapsing to your knees and curling up by your bed as tears roll down your cheeks. You pull your bag off your shoulder and open it carefully. You pull your Spider-Woman suit out and stare at it in your hands, shame flowing through you as you stare at the symbol on the middle of the chest. Spider-Woman was supposed to save everyone, but you couldn’t save the life of someone so important to you.

“y/n, are you okay?” Upon hearing Gwen’s voice coming from behind your door you hurriedly shove the suit back into your bag, tossing it aside as Gwen comes in.

“Sorry, am I being too loud?” You apologise, wiping at your cheeks with your hoodie sleeve.

“No, you’re fine. I just wanted to check on you. Especially after my dad wanted to talk to you in private. What did he say? You looked pretty shaken after you came back in.” Gwen asks gently, placing a hand on your shoulder and rubbing soothing circles as you shake your head.

“I can’t say. He made me promise.” You whisper, leaning into Gwen’s touch slightly and allowing her to wrap her arms around you.

“Please tell me. We can deal with whatever it is together.” Gwen pleads, holding you close as you move to hug her back.

“Your dad will kill me.” You mumble against her shoulder, a single tear rolling down your cheek.

“He can’t kill you if he doesn’t know. I’m a pretty good secret keeper.” Gwen says reassuringly. You bit your lip nervously as you pulled away. Gwen was unknowingly willing to put herself in danger. As you thought about it, your hand hovering near the bag, you realised Gwen deserved to know the truth about Peter’s death.

“Your dad wasn’t exactly honest about how Peter died…” You mumble, unzipping your bag.

“Not exactly honest? What do yo-” You cut Gwen off by pulling your suit out of the bag and placing it on your lap, even pulling your web-shooters out for good measure.

“Peter wasn’t caught in the crossfire when Connors was travelling to Oscorp. Connors killed him at Oscorp, and it was my fault.” You say eyes fixed on the suit as you talk, willing the tears to not fall.

“It’s not your fault.” Gwen starts, reaching out to embrace you again, only stopping when you move away, shaking your head.

“It is. I shouldn’t have told him about the spider bite. He wouldn’t be dead if I just kept my mouth shut and now, I’ve put you in danger too.” You say, snatching the suit and web-shooters shoving them back in your bag before tucking the bag under your bed. You didn’t fully think about telling the truth about Peter’s death to Gwen through and now you’ve put another person in danger because of your recklessness.

“Look, you should just go to bed.” You quickly say, standing up and moving further away from Gwen. You notice Gwen open her mouth to respond but quickly closed it, nodding, and turning around to leave.

“Okay, I’ll go to bed. You should do the same. You know where to find me if you need me.” Gwen says softly before leaving your room, closing the door behind her. You grab your first aid kit out of your wardrobe and spend some time cleaning and patching up your wounds before you flop backward on your bed. You stare up at the ceiling for a while before you figure you should try to get some sleep. Every time you closed your eyes you see Peter’s dead body, his blood staining your hands. You resorted to staying awake, eventually climbing out of your window, and crawling over to the roof covering the porch. You sit with your back against the house, knees tucked up to your chest as you stare up at the stars. You remained on the roof the whole night, watching the sunrise with teary eyes. You only moved from your spot on the roof when you heard movement coming from inside the house, crawling back in through your window. You then change into some clean clothes, chucking your dirty ones in your wash basket before you hear May calling you for breakfast. You wanted to wallow in your grief and failure, but you also didn’t want May to worry so you forced yourself downstairs, sitting down at the table as May places some food down in front of you. Gwen enters the room not long after you started eating and joins you at the table. You could tell from her expression that she wanted to ask you some questions or just enquire further into your secret life.

“y/n, I have to run to the shops. Is there anything you need?” May questions, placing a gentle hand on your own. You shook your head, a weak smile on your face in an attempt to convince May you’ll be okay while she’s gone. You watch as May exits the house, closing the door behind her as you stand up and move to put your plate away. You heard Gwen following behind and you moved quicker, darting into your room, and locking the door behind you.

“Seriously y/n? You can’t just shut me out.” Gwen says from behind the door as you crouch down by your bed and pull your bag out from underneath it. You pull out your web-shooters and place them on your desk as Gwen continues to knock.

“Go home, Gwen. I’m sure your dad won’t like you hanging around me much longer.” You say, your attention fully on your web-shooters as you open your drawer filled with spare parts out. You heard Gwen huff and leave but deep down you knew she wasn’t just gone. She wouldn’t stop trying to get through to you.

When the day of Peter’s funeral came you felt like you were at your breaking point. It was a small service, only a handful of people came. You and May obviously attended along with Gwen and her family. Harry Osborn, Peter’s best friend growing up managed to attend too. The rest of the attendees were friends of May’s. People that had known you and Peter growing up. Some people from school attempted to come but you knew they were all the same people who bullied him and would make up some stupid story about how much they loved him now that he’s gone. The second you caught wind of those people planning to attend you shut them down, angry tears streaming down your face as you scolded them for pretending to care now that he’s dead. During the actual service, you bit your lip as the tears never seemed to slow. Aunt May had her arm around your shoulder for the whole service and you remained leant into her side. You and Gwen were the two people who did eulogies for Peter and neither of you made it through without tears pouring down your cheeks. By the end of the service, you felt like you had cried enough to fill several swimming pools. As people started to leave you and May made sure to thank those who came and as someone was walking away you heard them mutter to their husband.

“I wonder if that Spider-Woman could’ve stopped the Lizard sooner. That way Peter might still be alive.” Those words struck your heart. Was there a way you could’ve stopped Connors sooner? You’re shaken out of your thoughts by Aunt May wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

“We should head home.”

Over the days after the funeral you found yourself adapting your daily schedule. You would go to school during the day. You made sure to distance yourself from everyone. Most people put it up to grief and tried to approach you, but you barely engaged with them, so they soon gave up trying altogether. Except Gwen. You had to avoid her as much as possible. You’d leave the cafeteria when she came in or you’d walk the other way if you saw her in the corridors. When school was over you would rush home so you could say goodbye to Aunt May before her night shift and when she was gone, you’d change into your Spider-Woman suit and start patrol. You had made a completely new suit to try and combat any bad memories the previous one held. It didn’t work but you needed a suit, so you suffered through it. Those words whispered at the funeral still echoed in your head so you made a vow to patrol all night long so you could be there to stop anything before it got any worse. If nights were quiet you would sit on top of the Empire State Building, remembering how Peter told you it would be his thinking spot if he had your powers. You’d remain out on patrol until the sun started to rise, swinging home, and using the time between then and school to do any homework you had. Rinse and repeat cycle. Weekends were obviously different but not too different. You just patrolled longer and again; any extra time was for finishing homework. You had completely closed yourself off to the world. You didn’t feel like y/n Parker anymore. You had done what Peter told you not to do. You let Spider-Woman take over.

For a few weeks, you were able to do this schedule. Yes, you were exhausted, overworked and at your wits end but you’d take this over someone else losing their life because of your failures as a protector. Because of your enhanced abilities, you could go a lot longer than others without sleep, that’s why you were able to patrol all night and still be able to attend school during the day. One weekend when you were patrolling you suddenly became really dizzy, your ears were ringing, and your exhaustion was at an all-time high. You landed on the first roof you found, intending to sit down and rest for a moment but the second your feet met the roof the ground quickly came rushing up to meet you. Your world growing dark in an instant.

You came to slightly when you felt someone shaking you. Their voice was a faint echo, and your vision was still dark. You felt yourself being pulled to your feet as the voice kept speaking to you. You couldn’t respond or do anything else than try to support your weight. If you were more conscious you would’ve gotten yourself out of the situation because you didn’t know who this person was, and they could easily unmask you and expose your identity to the world. Your senses, however dull and weak they might be right now, were telling you this person was trustworthy. You allowed this person to lead you into their flat and the second you reached a bed you passed out once more.

The second time you came around you were much more aware. You jolted up the second you realised you didn’t recognise where you were. Panic seizing you when you then realised you didn’t have your mask on.

“You’re awake.” Your eyes snapped to the only other person in this room. Heart pounding when your eyes locked with Gwen’s. You scrambled to get out of the bed, your head immediately spinning at the sudden movement as you grab the bedside table to steady yourself.

“Hey, it’s okay. You need to rest. When’s the last time you slept?” Gwen says as she gently pushes you back so you’re sitting on the bed. When you remain silent at her question she frowns slightly.

“y/n. When is the last time you properly slept?” She repeats. Gwen already had a feeling she knew what the answer was, but she wanted confirmation from you first.

“How long has it been since…” You start, trailing off when you see Gwen’s expression shift at the realisation.

“Right you’re resting some more now.” Gwen says, sitting down next to you on the bed.

“I can’t. I’m supposed to be patrolling right now.” You say, attempting to get up once more, being stopped by Gwen placing her hand on your shoulder.

“The city can go one day without you. After all you do for us, you deserve a day to rest.” Gwen says softly. You wanted to argue but knowing you wouldn’t win you sighed heavily and flopped back on the bed, pulling the duvet over you. Gwen remained in the room with you, wanting to keep a close eye on you. Her worry for you was reaching intense levels and she needed to make sure you were taking care of yourself. You were asleep for about fifteen minutes before you sat bolt upright, gasping for air as tears rolled down your cheeks. Gwen was by your side in a second, sitting beside you with worried eyes.

“I should go, Gwen. I’m really not going to get any sleep, but I appreciate the help.” You say, pushing the duvet off you and grabbing your mask from the bedside table before crossing to the window.

“y/n, please talk to me. You’re killing yourself by not sleeping. If you really didn’t need the sleep, I wouldn’t have found you passed out on the roof. I know it’s tough without Peter but-”

“Tough? This is more than tough. Every single day is agony and I have to live with the knowledge that it was my fault. I killed him. If I could go back to that day and be the one killed, I’d switch places with him in a heartbeat. I’d give up everything if it meant I got Peter back. The only way I can escape the constant pity stares and whispers is by being Spider-Woman. Everyone thinks Spider-Woman is strong, that she’s never experienced loss, but she has. I lost my parents, and then I lost Uncle Ben and then I lost Peter. Uncle Ben and Peter? Both of their deaths are on me. That’s why I patrol all night every night. I don’t want someone suffering like I am. Do you know what my biology teacher said the other day? She said that despite everything that happened, Doctor Connors was a brilliant man. She said that right in front of me. If he was such a brilliant man, why did he turn himself into a giant lizard and kill my brother? It’s like she didn’t even care that I was in the room. Sometimes I wish Connors didn’t help me when the spire collapsed. I don’t know how to be there for Aunt May. I’m letting her down Gwen. I don’t know how I’m supposed to be me anymore. I feel like I died up on that roof with Peter.” You rant, pacing the room as your gloved hands tangled in your hair in your frustration as tears rolled down your cheeks. Gwen watched your whole tangent carefully. She knew you were hiding just how distraught you really were, but she didn’t realise you had this much bottled up inside. When you cease your pacing, stopping in the middle of the room with your chest rising and falling deeply with each breath, Gwen finally gets the courage to approach you. She gently moves your hands away from their place rooted in your hair before pulling you into a tight hug as you sob. Each broken cry breaking her heart further.

“That’s it. Cry as much as you need.” Gwen whispers reassuringly, tears pricking her own eyes as you bury your face in her shoulder. You and Gwen remain stood in the middle of her room crying until she moves to sit you both down on her bed once more.

“I miss him so much. I miss him so much it hurts.” You whimper, hating how weak and childish you sounded.

“I know. I know. I miss him too.” Gwen replies, her voice gentle and soothing as she speaks.

“I want you to listen to me now, okay? I know the pain you’re feeling is very different to mine. He’s your brother and he died right in front of you I can’t imagine the heartache this is bringing you, but you can’t go around blaming yourself for something you had no control over. Peter clearly knew what he was doing when he came to help you. He knew the risks and he wanted to protect you just as much as you wanted to protect him, and I know he’d hate that you’re blaming yourself for this. You’re putting too much pressure on yourself as Spider-Woman. You need to remember how to be you again. Okay, maybe the city needs Spider-Woman. But me and May? We need y/n Parker more. You’re not going to like this idea, but I think you should take a break from your hero duties to rest up and spend time with May. You’re going to let me help you. We’re going to work together from now on. I won’t get involved in any of the fights and stuff unless I really think you need my help. I can help you balance y/n and Spider-Woman and I mean a healthy balance. Please y/n, I know you’re worried I’ll be in danger, but I don’t care. I want to help.” Gwen says, pulling away and holding you at arm’s length to look you in the eyes properly. She could see the hesitation and fear in your eyes. What had happened had scarred you deeply and she wanted to do her best to help you through it.

“Okay. You can help but you have to promise you’ll stay away from me when I’m in the suit. Unless you’re in danger and I need to help you.” You say, nodding slightly at what Gwen said and seeing the small smile crossing her face.

“I should get going. I’m long overdue a talk with Aunt May. Thank you, Gwen. For helping me. You did a lot more than move my sorry ass off that roof and I don’t think I’ll be able to thank you enough.” You say, standing up carefully and taking your mask in your hands from where it had been abandoned on the floor.

“Promise me you’ll get some rest. No Spider-Woman patrols for at least the next few nights.” Gwen says, getting up and pulling you into a hug.

“Promise.” You assure with a smile. You pull your mask over your head and go to open Gwen’s window. As you start to climb onto the fire escape Gwen’s bedroom door opens and upon seeing Captain Stacy you move fast, scrambling out of the window and jumping over the fire escape railing to swing away.

“Gwen, would you care to explain why Spider-Woman was in here?” Captain Stacy questions, his face straight and serious as he approaches his daughter.

“I think you’re seeing things dad I think I’d know if Spider-Woman was in my room.” Gwen responds, trying to see if she can confuse her dad.

“I know Spider-Woman when I see her. Why was she in your room Gwen?” He demands, his voice rising slightly.

“Why’d you tell y/n to leave me alone?” Gwen counters, watching as her father’s eyes grow wider at the realisation that she knows.

“It was for your own safety Gwen-”

“I think I’m perfectly capable of making decisions regarding my own safety thank you very much.” Gwen cuts her father off, crossing her arms as she stares at him.

“I’m sure Peter thought he could make that kind of choice too and look where he ended up. That girl brings nothing but death and destruction I don’t want you around her.” Captain Stacy says, pointing towards the window you had just crawled out of.

“You are not seriously blaming y/n for what happened to Peter. She saved the city that night. Do you know how distraught she is that Peter died? She’s been overworking herself because she doesn’t want anyone else in the city experiencing the loss she has. People like you, blaming her for what happened to Peter are the reason I found her passed out on the roof. She was working so hard because she blamed herself and probably because of those horrible news articles about her. She does so much for the city. No one asked her to use her powers to keep the city safe she chose to do it. Imagine if she stood by and watched when Connors went crazy and tried to turn everyone into lizards? You’re being way too harsh on someone who helps you a lot more than you care to admit.” Gwen says sternly, stepping closer to her dad as she speaks.

“No. Don’t say anything, just get out.” Gwen says when she notices her dad open his mouth to speak. She watches as he closes his mouth and huffs in annoyance before turning on his heel and exiting her room.

Meanwhile, you had just reached your house. May had gone to work when you left for patrol but now judging by the lights being on inside, she was back. You snuck in through your window, getting changed out of your suit and into some normal clothes as quietly as possible before grabbing your house keys and sneaking back out the window to come in through the front door. You wanted May to think you’d been out.

“Hey May!” You call out as you enter the house, seeing her in the kitchen and walking into the room, and greeting her with a hug.

“Where were you, huh? I tried calling but you left your phone in your room.” May questions, a raised eyebrow as she looks at you.

“I went to Gwen’s. Sorry I completely forgot my phone. I didn’t mean to worry you.” You apologise, pulling away from her embrace.

“You’re hanging out with Gwen again? That’s so good sweetie.” Aunt May says, a huge smile on her face.

“Yeah, she uh… she helped me put everything into perspective. I can’t believe I forgot how smart she is. I missed talking to her.” You reply, thinking back to when you were at her house and the things she said.

“I know everything has been hard for you recently. I’m sorry I haven’t been there for you enough.” Aunt May says, a frown crossing her face as you move to grab her hand that was resting on the counter.

“Hey, don’t say that. You weren’t at fault at all. I’m the one who locked myself away. If anything I should be apologising to you. I’m not the only one who lost someone that night.” You say softly, turning May so she’ll face you.

“I’m going to be here for you more May, I promise. I just didn’t know how to handle everything; it was too much.” You continue, your sorrow evident on your face as May shakes her head lightly.

“Honey, everyone deals with grief differently. I can’t fault you for grieving this way. It seems to me that you’re working on yourself now which makes me happy, but you don’t need to rush healing. It’s a process. You’re not expected to be okay so soon after losing someone close to you.” May says reassuringly, bringing you in for another hug.

“You and Gwen are just filled to the brim of what to say, aren’t you?” You say, a slight teasing tone to your voice as you pull away.

“Maybe it’ll rub off on you one day.” May replies with a chuckle.

“I know this might kill the mood a little, but I wanted to ask you something. I thought of it on the way back from Gwen’s. I was wondering if you’re not busy if you wanted to sit and chat? About Peter and maybe even Uncle Ben? I’ve tried so hard to avoid thinking about Peter or talking about him and I think that’s a reason as to why I hid away so much. I couldn’t stand the thought that he was really gone.” You say, tears springing to your eyes as you talk, you even looked away from your aunt’s soft eyes in favour of looking at the counter instead. You only looked at May when she gently took your face in her hands and made you look at her.

“Of course, we can. Go and sit in the living room I just want to grab something first.” She says softly, her smile reassuring as you nod. You head into the living room and sit on the sofa, leaning back into the plush pillows as Aunt May returns with a book in her hands.

“These are pictures Ben, and I took of you and Peter growing up since the day we took you in.” May says as she sits beside you, placing the photo album in her lap as your eyes widen slightly. You watch as she opens the album, pointing at a picture of Peter when he was about five years old, a year after your parents had left you in the care of your aunt and uncle.

“This was from Peter’s first day at school. You didn’t want him to go, bless you. I had to distract you long enough for Ben to sneak out the door with Peter. You were devastated when you realised, he was gone.” May said with a smile on her face at the memory. You had always adored your older brother and looked up to him and that day years ago was just proof of your love and adoration.

“How long was I upset for?” You question, your eyes flicking from that photo to the one underneath. A photo clearly taken when Peter had gotten back from school as you were giving him the biggest hug you could as he hugged you back.

“Not too long, you calmed down when I explained that he would be back. I may have also been a little lenient with giving you a few extra snacks.” She says, her last sentence making you laugh.

“Food was always the way to my heart.” You joke, leaning your head on your aunt’s shoulder as she presses a kiss to the top of your head. You spend most of the day going through the album with May. Listening intently to every story she told about each picture. Being able to talk freely about Peter and reminisce on the good times you had with him eased your heartache a little. You still couldn’t help but feel the burden of guilt for what happened to him, but you did your best to push it aside for the sake of attempting to heal and process your grief properly. Like Aunt May said, healing was a process, and you shouldn’t be expected to just be okay after losing someone so close to your heart. You were grateful you had people to help you through it, but you knew you had to help them in return, and if that meant taking a step back from your hero responsibilities you’d do it, albeit reluctantly and after a lot of convincing from a certain Gwen Stacy. As May pointed out another photo and began explaining what Uncle Ben had done to elicit such a reaction from you and Peter you felt something stirring within you, it wasn’t your spider-sense it was just a rush of emotions. You couldn’t tell what it could be. Love for those around you? Hope for a better tomorrow? You just couldn’t tell. All you did know is you didn’t want the feeling to end as you remained curled up at your aunt’s side.

You didn’t know then that in a couple of years’ time you’d be hurtled through the multiverse and manage to get the closure you wished for every single day since Peter died.

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you cant go back (2)

warnings: fear, miscommunication, guilt, mentions of theoretical gore/injury, dehumanization, referring to a person as 'it', general angst

For the fourth day in a row, Lady Macbeth had spurned him.

Roman frowned, pulling the strap of his messenger bag over his head and tossing it over the back of a kitchen chair.

Lady was old, smug, and occasionally very cranky, but she wasn’t deaf like Ophelia-- she always came prancing over once she heard his keys rattling in the lock, delighted at the opportunity to smear cat hair all over his pants and get her claws stuck in his shoelaces.

Yet here he stood, catless.

For the past few days, too, she hadn’t been in the house at all when he got home. He’d been downright worried that first day, uneasy until she strolled back in at dusk.

They had an expansive backyard that their younger cats took delight in frolicking in, but their second-oldest cat was a rare visitor to the outdoors. Lady was first and foremost a homebody, and she preferred a warm body to sit on. Their squishy heat-generating human bodies were the only reason she hadn’t assassinated them all in their sleep by now, according to--

Roman cut the thought off sharply, feeling familiar grief pit up in his throat. He shook his head, the motion harsh enough to make his neck twinge. There was no time for standing about and pondering! He had a cat to locate!

A determined jut to his chin, he grabbed what supplies he would need for this perilous journey-- cat treats, a catnip toy, even a tempting cardboard box-- and strode confidently out the backdoor.

For the next half-hour, he wandered around the acres of their property, greeting each of the goats and chickens by name as he checked all the most common cat hidey-holes.

He’d almost given up by the time he stumbled across the old barn, pant legs covered in burrs and the beginnings of a sunburn across the back of his neck. Whatever delightful cat secrets Lady was so busy with, surely he could discover them when it wasn’t the middle of summer.

Just before he could turn around, though, he noticed that one of the doors was just slightly ajar.

Roman felt his brow gradually scrunch up the longer he stared at it. It had been locked up after the last of the old supplies had been moved from it, hadn’t it? The last big storm had proved it wasn’t weather-worthy, his dad had plans to take it apart for timber, ones that had seemingly been forgotten after… afterwards.

Petty inconveniences of getting there forgotten, Roman crept closer on light feet, grip tight on the catnip mouse in his hand. The wind died down at an eerily perfect moment, and he strained to hear beyond those old wooden walls.

Not everything is a grand conspiracy, a voice in his head reminded him, sounding suspiciously similar to Specs, it could simply be someone without housing that took the opportunity for shelter provided by the abandoned barn.

Roman sidled halfway through the ajar door, and froze at the sight of an upright humanoid figure only a few meters away. Something about it wasn't right, instantly putting him on edge. He kept staring, waiting for his eyes to adjust.

(“I’m telling you, these lights were strange even by my standards! Almost… alien.” An unsettling grin that was a beat late.)

The figure’s head was dropped forward, but he could tell even from this distance that it wasn’t human, with shiny purple-grey segmented skin and legs with knees facing the wrong way. It had spiky shoulder joints, but its arms seemed to be tucked behind it.

(Roman had shoved him off the couch, sour about being taken in by one of his tales, and he hadn’t brought it up again.)

Most alarming of all, there were four long, spindly limbs stretched out into the air behind it, seemingly spawning from its back. The legs were spider-like in nature, but shiny instead of hairy, and each one ended in a sharp point. As he watched, he could see the limbs shifting slowly, pairs of them lifting and falling in odd synchrony with the creature’s slow breathing.

(Roman had been freaked out, and his brother had dropped the subject. He should’ve asked, he should have known something was wrong--)

“Miaow.” A plaintive voice called, nearly startling Roman out of his skin.

He tore his gaze away from the (alien) mystery intruder, and felt his jaw drop as he took in Lady Macbeth’s current position. Loafing on the feet of an insidious intruder?!

For shame, he mouthed silently at her.

Lady blinked slowly and continued to purr, unbothered by his accusatory stare. One of those spider limbs shifted again, making Roman swallow nervously. He really didn’t want to see what sort of automatic reaction an extraterrestrial’s stabby-arms would have to finding a cat in its space.

He waved the catnip mouse enticingly. Lady gave him the bland look of a cat who had preferred those expensive feather toys for as long as he had known her. Roman resisted the urge to facepalm.

The insanely dangerous method it was, then.

Putting all his sneaking skills to use, he sidled further into the barn, dropping into a crouch and beginning to creep across the dirt floor as slowly as possible. Each step was carefully placed, almost entirely silent, and whenever those freaky appendages twitched, he froze in place for a full thirty seconds.

The alien’s head remained lax (asleep?) as he drew closer, but Lady refused to entertain his desperate motions for her to leave her ill-chosen bed. At this rate, he’d have to pick her up off of it, and hope that she didn’t complain too much on the way out.

He shifted his weight forwards, and suddenly all four of the arms were still, almost taut in the air. Only a couple feet away, the alien’s head bobbed slightly. His time was up.

Clenching his teeth, Roman made a gamble.

He tossed the little mouse toy directly at the space above the alien’s head and dove for Lady.

There was a whistle, like a whip or an arrow sliding through the air, and Roman made the mistake of glancing up as soon as he had his hands securely around Lady’s body.

All four of the spider limbs had jabbed into the same point, skewering the toy from several different angles. The alien was certainly awake now, and it had four times as many eyes as any one person could reasonably need. Between one heartbeat and the next, those huge dark irises went from staring at the poor mutilated toy to staring at Roman.

Terror shot through him and he gave up on subtlety, throwing himself back as hard as he could and hoping that he made it out of range.

He landed on his back with a whomp that knocked the wind out of him, and flinched as that terrifying whistling sound split the air again, ending in a muted thump. He was so wired with adrenaline that he couldn’t tell if he’d been hit or not. Locked in his arms, Lady writhed and complained loudly.

“Not going anywhere,” Roman wheezed, “you little fiend, con-- consorting with the enemy.”

There were several more whistle-thumps, which was either very good or very bad for him. He rolled to his side, pushing himself up on an elbow and taking stock of himself, braced for the worst.

The alien was still standing there against the central support beam of the barn. Half a foot from Roman’s leg, it's very sharp extra arms had left holes pierced in the hard-packed dirt of the barn’s floor.

“But no holes in me,” Roman cheered weakly, and then shifted Lady to the crook of one arm and flipped the alien off. “Nice try, Space Invader.”

The alien made a deep clicking rumble, but stopped trying to impale him. Instead, it moved to hold all those limbs high up in the air menacingly, ready to stab down at any point. The remains of the toy mouse sat near its feet, cotton innards spilling everywhere like a grim warning.

Roman got to his own feet, wincing at the feeling of Lady’s claws poking into his ribs as she attempted to kick her way to freedom. He took a moment to stare once he was back upright.

The alien’s skin plates had gone completely pitch-black, only the slightest hints of purple between the plates to prove that there’d ever been any color to it at all. Roman was abruptly glad that he hadn’t encountered it in the dark of night.

Its eyes were just as dark, with only the slightest difference in shades of black to indicate the difference between iris and sclera. Despite his artistic eye for color differences, even Roman couldn’t tell where its pupils were. If it even had pupils.

It also was still stuck in one place, despite its legs seeming totally operational. Roman slowly shuffled to the side of it, making sure to keep a few good steps clear of stabbing range, and found that it did in fact have normal arms and hands.

Well. Mostly normal. There were five fingers, but they were all way too long and ended in thick, claw-like points. He thought they also maybe had one or two too many joints.

More to the point, the alien couldn’t do anything with these arms because they were bound together at the wrists and tied tightly to the central support beam of the barn. It was stuck there, and going by the aggressive rumbling it was doing, it knew it.

Roman pulled out his phone and managed to take a shaky video of the alien, circling around it to both get a better angle and prompt it to threateningly twitch those back limbs some more. He knew his sci fi tropes, including the one where the alien mysteriously disappears the moment the plucky protagonist tries to tell anyone about the danger. He wasn’t going to be called crazy again.

Once he was content with the amount of evidence he had, he made the trek back to the house at a near-sprint, the cat in his arms protesting all the way. He burst through the back door, letting the screen fall shut behind him, and finally allowed Lady to walk on the power of her own four paws. She beelined for the screen door, stood up on her hind legs, and rattled it expectantly.

“Absolutely not,” Roman told her firmly, nudging her away. “I don’t know what it is with you and courting death via Xenomorph, but you are henceforth banned from the outdoors.”

If angry little kitty looks could kill, Roman would be as dead as King Duncan.

Shaking his head, he went over to the ancient landline phone in their kitchen, lifted the phone from its cradle, and paused.

Who was he going to call?

He’d had some half-conceived notion of calling his parents, or that infuriating police officer, or even just 911. What would he even say? ‘Hello operator, my emergency is that I have an alien in my barn, I promise this isn’t a prank’? Even the dial tone wouldn’t believe that.

And what if they did get someone out here to verify that there was a real alien? There was little doubt in his mind that law enforcement and then the government would quickly step in, whisking the evil version of E.T. away into some distant Area 51 lab. Roman would never see it-- or get any answers from it-- ever again.

He hung the phone up with a solid click, and turned to face the kitchen.

If he was going to interrogate a hostile alien, he needed to arm himself.

---

Shockingly, when he returned to the barn, the alien was still there.

He had crept up quietly again, hoping to catch it unawares, but this time it had been staring unerringly at him from the moment he peeked through the door, those smaller, rounder eyes wide open under its main ones.

He pushed the door open further with a dramatic flourish, pretending like he hadn’t been sneaking at all.

“Alien scourge,” Roman greeted, wincing at the crack in his voice. He cleared his throat, ignoring the way the alien’s dark gaze sent chills down his spine. “I don’t know how you ended up here, but I do know that you’re going to give me the information that I need.”

He pointed the end of his weapon of choice for emphasis, and the alien recoiled with a hiss, quickly jabbing out at it with those back arms.

Just as he’d hoped, however, putting vegetable oil on the already-slick plastic handle of the kitchen broom had made it basically impossible for those single-pronged limbs to stab or grab it. He grinned triumphantly, poking the alien with the end of it. The playing field had officially been evened.

“Now, unless you want me to introduce you to the Earth concept of piñatas, you better tell me what you’re here for.”

The alien was entirely silent, watching him with those shiny, pitch-black eyes. Behind it, its spider arms were vibrating with tension, probably in preparation to stab out the moment he slipped up.

“I’m serious,” Roman warned, poking it a little harder and getting exactly nothing for his efforts, not even a glare. “I know what I saw that night, and there’s no way it’s a coincidence that now you’re here. It was an abduction."

He paused for effect, and the alien let out a series of clicks and low, warped sounds that sounded like meaningless nonsense.

"I don't speak alien." Roman frowned. "Tell me what happened. Why were you-- or, your-- your brethren or your shipmates or whatever, why were they taking people? Where did they take them?”

The alien made what sounded like the same exact series of noises. Roman groaned in frustration.

“In-- In English! You understand what I’m saying, don’t you? If aliens are real and have the technology to infiltrate Earth without being detected, they have to have some way of communicating! An insta-translator or telepathy or math nonsense or something!” He threw his arms out in frustration, making the alien twitch.

He paced back and forth for a moment, before coming to a stop in front of the alien again and leveling it with an accusatory stare. “You’re faking it. I don’t believe that you can’t understand me.”

The alien just kept staring at him, flat plates where its mouth should have been, not a single expression visible on its face. It was about as convinced by Roman’s argument as everyone else in his life, which was to say, not at all. He felt a surge of white-hot anger, and levered the broom at its neck threateningly.

“Tell me, right now!” he demanded, stinging tears building up at the corner of his eyes. “Tell me where my brother is!”

He shoved the broom further forwards, and the alien snapped its limbs forwards and knocked it away, startling him into stumbling back. It hissed at him again, stabbing at the ground like a warning. He scowled, swiping at his face with a sleeve, and swung the broom handle at it sharply.

The swing went wide, more than a foot from touching any of it, but the alien showed the closest thing to emotion he’d seen so far, half of its eyes flinching closed in anticipation. Roman felt a sickening twist in his gut, some odd mix of guilt, anger, and vindication, and he turned away sharply.

Not for the first time, he wished he’d been the one that had been taken.

Remus wouldn’t care if the stupid cops didn’t listen to him, if their parents didn’t believe him, if the whole town thought he was insane. He would know how to convince an alien to talk, would threaten to-- to crush its extra eyes or cut off limbs or do something Roman was too squeamish to even think up.

If it was Remus, it wouldn’t matter if he didn’t know what to do. He’d at least do something.

He wouldn’t be going through the motions of life like everything was the same.

Pretending had always been Roman’s specialty, after all.

Roman cast a furious glare over his shoulder at the alien, resentful that it was still staring at him even as he was in the middle of a breakdown, and tossed the broom into the corner.

“I’ll be back tomorrow,” he said, swallowing back the thickness in his voice, “and every day after that until you tell me.”

Threat delivered, he stormed out of the barn and slammed the doors shut behind him.

#sanders sides #humans are space orcs #ts roman #ts virgil #space au #humans are deathworlders #ycgb #you cant go back #my writing #writing #sanders sides fic #alien virgil

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littlemissreadstoomuch · 3 years

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Wait, Since When is Peter Scary?

Based on a post by @spindler-spider thank you so much for letting me write it!

The Avengers had just gotten back from a mission when they found Peter hanging upside down from the ceiling, glaring at a corkboard in front of him. It was covered in pictures of his classmates and red yarn, all connected by blue pushpins.

Tony looked at him for two seconds before deciding, “I’m not even going to ask.” He then went back into the elevator to go down to the lab.

“Ok, I’ll ask,” Clint said as he launched himself over the back of the couch, “Whatchya doing, Spidey?”

Peter didn’t even look back at him, “I’m trying to figure out how to get back at Flash, he pulled a prank on me in chemistry the other day and I need revenge.”

Steve shook his head, “Revenge is never the answer, Pete. Maybe you should talk it out with him, try to make amends.”

Peter snorted, “Yeah, ok Cap. I’ll do that.”

The Captain seemed happy enough with that response because he nodded and walked off to his art studio, not noticing his teammates’ snickering.

“Ok, but seriously,” Said the teen, “What should I do?”

“You need us to scare him off for you?” Natasha asked, only half-joking.

Peter shook his head, “No, I can do that on my own-” Sam barked a laugh and he turned to glare at him, “Do you have a problem?”

Sam continued laughing, “S-sorry Pete, but you’re about as scary as a kicked puppy!” Clint and Bucky started laughing too, even Natasha was hiding a smile behind her fist.

“What? No, I’m not!” Peter defended, jumping down from the ceiling, “I’m one of the most feared vigilantes in New York!” Sam, Bucky, and Clint just started laughing harder, “You’ve never seen me in action, have you? Criminals have asked me to arrest them. Some even run away screaming like little girls the second they knew I was there.”

Natasha gave him a condescending look, “Of course, Peter, we believe you.”

Peter scoffed, “No you don’t,” then he smirked as he came up with an idea, “But you will.”

The four heroes only snorted as the teen left the room. As if the nicest kid in the world could be scary.

They have never been more wrong.

🕸 🕷 🕸

That weekend, the tower was empty. The team just assumed Pepper had given them a night off, but that wasn’t the case. The night before, Peter had told everyone not to go to work because he was going to pull a prank on the Avengers, and since they all know what happened during the last prank (long story), they agreed.

All throughout the day, Peter shifted through each Avenger and gave vague threats until the sun went down. No one thought anything of it at first, it was just Peter being...well, Peter. But then, one by one, Peter picked them out, starting with Steve, Clint, and Natasha.

They were on their way to the gym for a training session when they heard movement in the vents.

“Come out, come out, little spider,” Clint said, looking up at the ceiling, “We know you’re here.”

There was a loud BANG at the end of the hall, the lights flickering like a scene straight from a horror movie.

Natasha scoffed, “You think a few flickering lights will scare us off, Kid? You’re mistaken.”

Steve looked around the hall, “What the…?”

Suddenly, the hallway went dark, all except for one light at the very end, where a dark humanoid figure with red glowing eyes and four legs sticking out of its back stood. Everything is still until the last light goes out as well.

Steve looked a little frightened as he said, “You really think-”

Natasha cut him off with an elbow to his side, “Shut up, he’s probably gone anyw-”

All the lights start flickering again, and the figure starts bouncing on the walls and ceiling in chaotic movements. The four legs on his back tearing at the paint as he gets closer. As soon as the figure is in punching distance the lights all go out and come back on again, and he’s gone.

“Where the fuck did he go?” Clint panicked.

And, with his voice modulated to sound deep and intimidating, Peter says, “I’m right behind you.”

Clint screams.

Peter grabs Clint’s legs to catch the man off-balance, then dragging him up the wall with ease. Before Natasha and Steve even had a chance to react Clint was webbed to the ceiling.

“H-hey, that’s enough, man! Let me down!”

Natasha rolled her eyes, “Is that the best you got, Паук? You don’t even have the guts to kill people. Why should we be afraid?”

If he didn’t have his mask on, they would have seen Peter’s manic grin, “They only say that because they never find the bodies.”

“WHAT!?” Clint shouted.

Steve tried to throw his shield but Peter caught it and tore it in half like wet paper. He throws it to the ground at the Captain’s feet and jumps on the ceiling to once again drag a squirming Clint.

Natasha’s eyes widened, “Kid, ok you’ve made your point-”

The archer looked like he was about to start crying, “No, no! Put me down I refuse to be played with like this.”

Peter crawls over to the vent he jumped out of at the start of this and climbs inside, Clint grabbing onto the sides in an attempt to not be dragged away.

“No no no no no, please let me go!”

Natasha tried to jump up and grab her friend, “Shit!”

All the while, Steve kneeled on the ground, holding his broken shield and staring at it in horror, “What the fuck?”

Clint’s hands slipped and he was dragged further into the vent, leaving the two other heroes to listen in terror as fighting and screaming erupts from the vent.

Then everything goes silent.

Natasha tensed, “I’m going to go find Tony, see if he can track Clint.”

Before Steve can reply Natasha is running down the hall towards Tony’s lab.

Out of nowhere, a hand was on Steve’s shoulder, “Hey-”

Steve screamed and jumped away, throwing half of his shield at who he now knows is Bucky, “NOT ME! NOT ME! NO-”

Bucky dodged and looked at the shield, “What the fuck? What happened to your shield?”

Steve sighed, a hand over his racing heart, “You almost gave me a heart attack! I thought you were Peter.”

Bucky barked a laugh, “Yeah right. Peter isn’t scary Punk. Come on, we have to find him anyway.”

Steve tensed and looked up at the ceiling, “I...I have an idea where he is.”

#bamf peter parker #mcu #marvel

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icouldntfinditsoiwroteit · 3 years

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Story 1

At the moment I may or may not be a bit obsessed with One Piece without even watching the anime, and I'm even more obsessed with Sanji and the Vinsmokes in general, so I thought of four story ideas with a reader insert, two will be romantic and the last two will be platonic.

1. Aracne

Fem Reader X Vinsmoke quadruplets.

Soulmate au (red string, sort of)

Sneak peek.

In this Au Reader is a Third, her family has webbed countless portraits for the Vinsmoke family, she goes with her older brother in order to further her practice and experience in webbing a portrait.

She is four years older then the quadruplets and one year older than Reiju.

Story time

*Big brother says I need to be careful with the Vinsmokes, they don't act bad but I don't like how their eyes look and I feel dizzy when I look at them, although brother said that it was sea sickness,* (F/N) thought while she carried some of the webbing material behind her brother.

Her brother had three spider arms and one pair of human arms while she has tree pair of human arms and one pair of spider ones.

*Mother always says how we are total opposites in not only personality but also in bodies just like the Mrabara,* (F/N) remembered.

"Brother,"

"Yes?" They had already arrived to the webbing room.

"What is a Mrabara?" (F/N) moved to one side for her face to be visible.

"W-Where did you hera that word?" Brother's face was twisted in nervous worry.

"Mom,"

"Oh thank god," His face relaxed.

"Is there something wrong with Mrabara?"

"It's a mature word," Brother tried to explain.

"I'm mature," (F/N) pouted following her brother who had entered the webbing room.

"Never said you weren't.......just don't say it in front of Clío and if you do tell her mom taught you the word," Brother said while he started to prepare the webbing station.

"Come help me with this (F/N),"

Four hours later.

"Are you listening (F/N)?"

"Yeah," (F/N) muttered in her seat while she watched her brother web.

"What did I just say then?" Brother looked at her and smiled playfully.

".............."

"You already bored, don't you usually last for 7 whole hours?" Her brother gave her a worried look.

"I don't know," (F/N) really wanted to walk outside but she didn't know why, she loved webbing to the point that in her lessons they had to remind her to eat, although they said that it was normal.

"Tell you what, I'll ask for something to eat, meanwhile go and retrieve my webbing book," (F/N) lightened up at the thought of walking outside.

"Ok," (F/N) bolted to the door.

"Stick to the route we came from," Her brother reminded and she just nodded in agreement before she opened the door and left the room.

When she left the room she bumped into someone slightly smaller than her, she caught the stranger before they could fall to the ground.

"Are you ok? I'm so sorry," She looked at the stranger who had yellow hair.

"Hello?" She asked after stopping herself from apologizing again when she received no answer, the boy was frozen.

"S-S-So-orry-Sorry," The boy whispered.

"Why are you apologizing?" She then gasped recognizing the prince.

"Your highness, I'm so sorry," She apologized again.

Before she could keep apologizing they heard some footsteps approaching them and then someone calling out.

"Sanji!!" The boy stiffened at the voice calling his name, he took (F/N)'s hand and ran.

(F/N) followed along until they reached a dead end, she could see how the little boy was trembling and heard how the taunts and footsteps where still following them, but something good was that the dead end had a window.

She took out of her pockets a thread serger that had spider web her family told her to always carry with her, she roped the thread around the boy to create a small harness.

"I'm going to get you down there," The boy only looked at her in shock.

She pushed the window open and put the boy in the ledge of the window, under the window was a small bush where he could easily hide.

"Be very quiet," She said as she pushed the boy and started to let him down as fast as she could, the steps where getting closer and closer.

Luckily she felt the boy reach the ground a few second before the chasers reached her, but she only had time to throw her end or the thread and close the window.

"SANJI!!" She turned around in surprise and saw that a bow with green hair had yelled that.

*It's the princes,* (F/N) noted when the last two boys rounded the corner.

"Ichiji, this is just a girl," The blue haired one whined.

The red haired boy glared and (F/N) felt shivers when she made eye contact.

"Oi, where did Sanji go?" The green haired boy asked.

(F/N) only shacked her head.

"Then what is a insect like you doing here?" The blue haired one asked.

"Looking out the window?" (F/N) gave a look of "seriously", this seemed to anger them.

"An lowlife doesn't need to see out the window, maybe we should use this one since we can't find Sanji," The blue haired one was clearly the most volatile.

"(F/N) what are you doing here?" Came her brother's cold voice.

"Brother, I just wanted to look out the window," (F/N) explained while the boys turned around and their grins disappeared when they saw her brother.

"Young princes, I will be taking my sister with me now," He greeted politely.

(F/N) immediately followed him not looking behind, this made her brother the only one who saw the red strings tied to her pinkies.

Au info dump

In this Au there is a species called Aracne, this species is a hybrid between a spider and human, there are different forms a Aracne can be born into such as seconds, thirds and fourths, although the form is respective to the family they come from.

Seconds

As the name says, they are basically half spider and half humans, the spider humans is always the lower, members of this species are considered either as builders since due to their form it would be incredible dangerous for the to go into the sea and their silk is the strongest and more resistant or as knowledge guardians (librarians) and they have the most elders since they have the longer lifespan. They can also be seen as teachers and caretakers too, they are also the ones who take care of the security alongside the Fourths, there is usually two of them per family they take the role as grandparents or simply mentors although the last one is extremely rare and two is just the minimum but unofficially they take care of all family's since they most probably took care of them as children. Their bites are fatal and will take your life in less than a minute and can dissolve any surface.

Thirds

Their humanoid features are more dominant than the spider ones, in this form they possess either one, two or three pairs of arms and the rest takes the form of a spider leg that is always in their lower backs. When it comes to females their web exit is in the middle of where the lowest spider legs find themselves this causes them to be incredibly flexible to reach for the web. They are considered the negotiators and commonly leave their homes to aid their nest's economy, this is usually trough them selling their services in making clothes, rugs and even portraits with their silk but this kind of service is only given to royalty or families considered sacred or that are friends with them. (It is considered a honor or sign of power to have one portrait since it is believed that they can predict the future). Their bite is also mortal but will take six minutes to kill an adult, although it has been used in some medicine that kind of works like chemo.

Fourths

They are the ones who exit their island the most in unofficial matters unlike the thirds, this is due to their forms being less evident and easier to hide, they are the ones in charge to keep the island updated in politics, economy, science and culture although some of them also accompany as guards the thirds when it comes to political exits, they only possess two to tree pairs of arms, their whole body possess small hard hair that allows them to still be able to climb webs like the other forms, their bite takes ten minutes to kill someone or if they are a strong human they can survive but not without any damage that is usually caused to their muscles, although their venom if processed correctly can be used to cure countless of sicknesses, this is a secret guarded with their lives in order to prevent their active hunt. They are also the buffest since they need to compensate their lack of spider legs with their strength.

More info

Skin and eye color varies an there is no consistence, when it comes to eyes Seconds may possess 8 to 6, Thirds 5 to 3 and Fourths possess 4 to 3, two eyes is incredibly rare and only happens when someone is born from a Fourth and a human, hybrids are born from the union of two different forms, the Aracne are not against romantic relationship between different forms but when it comes to reproduce they worry, if a fourth became pregnant with a Second or Third they will die during the pregnancy or in childbirth since the baby's form will be mixed and the Fouth's body cannot handle it, same goes for a Third with a Fourth although there are higher chances of survival there is still the possibility of some life damage occurring, Seconds are the ones who can carry in a less dangerous way the offspring of the lover but due to the Second's anatomy a Fourth's baby has a 85% of chance to die and a Fourth's has a 50% chance to die in the womb.

If the hybrid is born healthy they are raised normally but health issues will come in the future if they aren't born with them already, although there are cases where hybrids manage to enjoy a full life, they still needed medical help to manage it.

There is a lot less danger if the child is a mix between a Aracne and a human, since a human's gene would only water down the child's form a long as it is the Aracne who carries, if it where the human they will die if they carrie the offspring of a Second or a Third, if it is a Fourth's child they carry it comes with less danger but their chance of survival is of less than 30%.

#vinsmoke reiju #vinsmoke ichiji #vinsmoke niji #vinsmoke sanji #vinsmoke yonji #vinsmoke family #vinsmoke siblings #vinsmoke judge #vinsmoke brothers #reader insert #one piece #What am I doing with my life #for some reason I have 3 more stories of this #Soulmate au

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hello-im-not-a-possum · 3 years

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21. Redemption

The Ink Demon cannot redeem himself in his apostate prophet’s eyes, but luckily for him, Allison does a good job keeping it from killing him. (Set in FIFE, immediately after the Sin prompt.)

The Ink Demon, making what had to be one of the stupidest decisions ever, popped out of his Inkwell and stood to his full height, which while it was tall compared to human beings, the Ink Demon was rather short compared to the towering behemoth Sammy had become.

“Sammy, listen, I know I should’ve told you this way, WAY earlier but.. I’m Sorry.” The horrifying creature wrapped its body up in its largest pair of wings, steadying itself on a single arm as Inky tried to read the creature’s body language for either signs of approval or disapproval. Not knowing if he was getting through to it or not, he continued. “I know I really, really, really %#@!ed up with everything I did to you, I know that I don’t deserve your forgiveness at all... Maybe if I was a better person back then, I would’ve earned the praise you’ve heaped on me, but instead… *sigh* I’m sorry for how I treated you back then, I’m sorry that I pretty much… brainwashed you into worshiping me and then threw you to the side once I had what I wanted. I’m sorry that I hurt you and your loved ones for fun, And I’m sorry that I made you feel like you were nothing… I should’ve known better than to do any of that $#*!, Joey put me through similar stuff and I knew that it was &%#@ing awful when I was going through it, but I was too much of a Jack@$$ to-”

“Shhhh…” The otherworldly musician put a shushing finger over the Ink Demon’s lips which he retracted back into his wings. “It’s alright, little one. All is forgiven. No sin you have committed has been an infinite one, thus, you shall not receive infinite punishment.”

“Y-you really forgive me?! This soon?! H-how?! I hurt you the most out of everybody I’ve wronged, people who I’ve done a lot less to still avoid me because they still haven’t forgiven me… ...Does this mean you’re coming back home?”

Instead of answering him, a deformed arm shot out of Sammy’s form and straight through the Ink Demon’s chest, tearing out his heart in one fell swoop. The mouths on its arm already began chewing away at it like ravenous piranhas.

“Your sins are forgiven… but not forgotten…”

The Ink Demon ducked back into his inkwell to prevent further damage from happening to him, Allison gripped onto the inkwell tightly and ran like hell out of the ritual room. Partly to help protect the Ink Demon from the eldritch musician’s wrath, partly because she feared the beast, and mostly because the blessed bleach on the floor would eat her alive if she stayed in there any longer.

The being sped after her, moving its many distorted arms like the legs of a spider as Allison narrowly ducked and dodged incoming strikes from it, preferring to evade the eldritch monster as opposed to attacking it as like the Ink Demon, it could not be harmed by normal weapons, but unlike the ink demon, every time she cut off a hand, the stump grew and branched off to give it two more hands.

“D-don’t you think… *Cough* *Hack...* that we should try to reason with him?”

“Maybe we should,” she offered as she felt like it was too dangerous to argue with Inky during this. “But not while he’s trying to kill us in a maze filled with holy bleach!”

“Don’t flatter yourself, false angel...” The pursuing entity sounded like it was rolling its limitless eyes. “You may serve the divine, but you are not among their ranks... You will be spared, even if you believe you do not deserve it.”

“Gee, thanks Sammy...” She muttered under her breath while also rolling her eyes. “I totally believe you.”

Shortly after another close call with one the hands narrowly catching the inkwell, Allison grabbed her rope with the intent to tie the Inkwell to herself but then got a better idea.

“Inky, hold onto my waist as tightly as you can!”

She took a sharp turn, tied a lasso out of the rope, and swung it around to get momentum. Once she felt she had enough of it and sensed the upcoming pursuer, she turned and threw it behind her at the eldritch horror, almost stunned with shock and pride as she saw the rope perfectly hit Sammy’s muzzle. But luckily for her, adrenaline overcame shock and she ran between the entity’s arms and yanked the rope as hard as she possibly could.

As half-planned, the action slammed the beast to the ground. While it was still dazed by the action, The brave angel tied more of the rope around the horror’s muzzle, and jumped on its back as if she was riding a horse- -err a sheep, the creature was closer to a sheep than a horse. She jumped on its back as if she was riding a sheep made out of nightmares.

“HOLY *HACCK!* *WHEEZE!* $#*! ALLISON! WHERE THE %#^& DID THAT COME FROM?!”

“I panicked, and well…” She gestured at the rope and the beast. “When I trusted my gut, this happened.”

The beast shook the dizziness out of its head and rose on many unsteady limbs that swayed and staggered as it stood back up, almost as if the body remembered that it was supposed to be human, or at least humanoid, not whatever it was now.

One of the arms felt around its back for the Angel, and she drew her blade and put it against the musician’s throat while grabbing tightly to his left horn.

“You’ve won the battle, but the war is over. C’mon, Sam, we’re going home.”

She felt a heavy sigh come out from the beast, specifically, out of the tied up muzzle.

“Do you truly trust him? After all you have seen him do? After all he’s put everyone through?”

“We’ve all hurt people back there, all of us.” She lowered her blade off Sammy’s neck. “We’ve all done one terrible thing or another and tried to justify it to ourselves, and all of us regret them… I Don’t fully trust the Ink Demon, not yet… But I do trust that he regrets what he’s done too, and that he wants to change for the better as much as everyone else does, as much as you do.”

“I had no intent for changing for the better, I had valued the deaths of the false gods more than my own life. I expected to have my soul destroyed by the ritual, and yet, almost annoyingly, I still persist.”

“Because you believed that by destroying them, you’d set your flock free! You’re still here, because you know that you have people who want you back, people who love you and miss you, people who you inspired by your own redemption among them to change themselves for the better.”

“Including me!”

“...Including him.”

“...”

“So, would you like to see them again and go back home?”

“No. America never was and never will be my home, not even then, and especially not now.”

The angel and demon deflated partly.

“But… I’m sure I will make some visits here and there, everybody knows how to call me when they want.”

“Say Sammy… *HACKK!* About you wanting me to *COUGH* free you from an ‘Inky dark abyss you call a body’... Would… would you like me to try that, or do you have a sweet deal going on with the whole nightmare-abomination-god-thing?”

“...Well…”

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Weeks later...

“How’s progress going so far?”

“Uuuurrrrgghhh...!”

The Ink Demon pinched the nonexistent bridge of his nonexistent nose in frustration as his patient/canvas gave a so-so gesture.

“It’s terrible! Just terrible! I’ve managed to carve it back down to LOOKING human (most of the time), but every time I turn my back on this mother^@!&er, its got something ELSE going on, and the second I fix it, it’s got a new problem: First it was that its pectorals were replaced with a giant mouth filled with fangs that belonged to a sea monster, THEN there was the wasp problem, and THEN eyes are popping all over it like chicken pox spots, and THEN...”

“I have accepted that Eldritch demigodhood may be a chronic condition that I’ll have to deal with for the rest of my life. At least most of my humanity is restored... and this condition is one that has its perks from time to time...”

“Well, according to the tests, you’re a human being, so at least you two on the right path.”

“Yeah… Still frustrating as &$@! Though. What makes it worse is that COULD’VE done better if I did this sooner! I could’ve saved it back at the studio but Nooo, I had to wait until AFTER getting freed from that place before getting a redemption arc. #%#@ing son of a...”

“While it’s not the most... Ideal, but it’s a lot better than it’s ever been before. Thank you for your assistance.”

“No, thank you for giving me another chance.”

#Bendy and the Ink Machine #allison pendle #ink demon #sammy lawrence #fanfic #batim fife au #ink demonth #body horror

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the11tailed · 3 years

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Fandom: The Magnus Archives, Star Wars The Clone Wars (2008), vague Dead by Daylight

Tags: @crc-general-orin, @crc-commodore-sana9

Reblogs are love ^-^

[Recorder click]

Statement of Tup Fett regarding an incident that occurred in a Junkyard when he was a child.

Audio recording by Tech Fett, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institution, London.

Statement begins

I never blamed my brothers for what happened, it was my fault in a way. I never should have gone to that junkyard. It was a dare. Just a dare. It was harmless.

I was 7 at the time. My brother’s Fives and Echo had dared me to go into the weird junkyard out by our old house. It's not a bad junkyard. It's just a dump a few meters back of the houses. Someone started a rumor that dead bodies were found there, but many members of my family is in law enforcement and they stated that no bodies were ever found, so I never believed those tales. Fives and Echo had been charged with taking care of myself and my twin, Dogma as all other members of my family were busy. Fives and Echo are good brothers, don't misread this, but they were not babysitters.

It was obvious early on they did not know what they were doing. They took us to the Junkyard, as they went there for fun a lot. It was a short walk, and sooner than I'd like, we were at the entrance. I was a bit scared, but Dogma was petrified. He clung to Echo and refused to go in. He said the "shadow people" didn't like this place. The shadow people were Dogma's imaginary friends (yet on some days I wondered if they were really imaginary) and he had them since, well, he was four after our uncle...did some disgusting things to him. I won't go into detail, but you can guess what our uncle did. He started seeing these "shadow people" everywhere. Anyway, I'm getting off track.

Fives only laughed when Dogma mentioned the shadow people. He dared us to go in

"It'll be fun!" he had said this with such glee.

I wanted to prove to my big brother that I was brave. So I went in. It was like any junkyard I've ever seen. It was just stuff piled high with no real order to it. I wandered for a bit, not long. It was when I turned a corner did I see the gate. At first, I couldn't figure out why it put me on edge. It was pitch black, with vines from some plant coiling around it so tight it warped the metal. I could see strange flowers bloomed on various and random places on the gate. I was curious so I got closer. I wish I hadn't. I wished I had turned and walked back to Fives and Echo and didn't go through the gate. But I did.

I stepped through the gate and the world around me warped. I don't really know how to describe it. The world almost folded around me and I felt really hot and really cold at the same time. Then it unfolded and refolding again and again. When it stopped I was standing in a junkyard but it was different from the one I had been in. This one had broken down cars everywhere. The next thing I realized was that the sky had taken a red tint, casting the whole area in a red glow that sent shivers down my spine. I turned, wanting to go back, only to find the gate slammed shut. I ran to it, but it had no handle. I saw a lever, but when I pulled it, nothing happened. I was scared and so utterly alone. I reached into my pocket for my phone, I need to call for help, but found my pocket empty of any phone, lost I looked around. I spotted the generator. It was an old thing, just sitting there. It wasn't on and I got the odd feeling that I needed to fix it. I walked over to it. I didn't know what I hoped to do, I was 7 and sure as hell didn't know how to fix a generator, and yet I did. I worked on it for 2 and a half minutes and fixed it. I still have no idea how. When it clicked on I got this odd sense of dread. I got up and walked to one of the red lockers that was sitting near the generator as the sense of dread grew into terror. I opened it and climbed in, closing the door. The terror I felt made my heart hammer in my chest. And then I heard it. The thump thump of something heavy walking near. The smell of rotting flesh was so strong I nearly gagged. I knew the smell of rotting flesh anywhere. My Grandpappy Jaster owned a farm, and one time I had found a dead cow that had been missing for days. She had wandered up into a wooded area and died. I found her and vaguely remember losing my lunch and crying into my older brother, Fox's, shoulder. Grandpappy did feel real bad about that, even though it was not his fault.

I heard a snarl of rage before the heavy footfalls got quieter and quieter. The sense of fear and dread went with it. Once I could no longer feel the dread, I climbed out of the locker and hurried off in the opposite direction of the footfalls.

I have no idea how long I ran. It was a while before I ran into anyone. I mean literally, I ran right into someone. A man in his 20's wearing a suit, now torn, ripped, muddy, and bloody. He had black hair and green eyes and I would later learn his name was Anthony. Anthony looked horrified to see me. I was confused back then, but I know why now. He was scared because I was a seven-year-old kid put in a demented game with a ruthless killer, but I'm getting ahead of my self. Anthony helped me up and hurried me along. I was went with him, too scared not to. He led me to another generator.

"I'm guessing you got the 3rd generator," he said and I just nodded.

"We just need two more and then we are free," he said that with such a hopeful tone.

There was another person with us, a young woman named Sarah. She was a young woman, maybe 19 or 20 with short, dyed pink hair and a few piercings. Her clothes were tattered and bloody and I noted she had a bandaged wrapped around her shoulder, yet I could see no wound. She was already working on the gen. Myself and Anthony knelt and helped her. Soon, with a rumbling click, the gen turned on. Then the dread crept in. I looked around desperately for a locker, but found none. Anthony grabbed me and dragged me behind a stone wall. There was a tree near us and I had to hold in a gag at the scent of rotten meat wafted from the crow slung up on the bark of the tree, stomach open. Anthony put his finger to his lips and we sat there crouched. The dread turned into terror and I heard the footsteps. thump thump. Loud and commanding. I was scared, far more scared than I had ever been in my life. I was shaking and Anthony knew that. He placed a hand on my shoulder, trying to console me. Then I saw Sarah run and I got the first look at the monster. It was humanoid, an arm covered in strange, boil like spots. I think the most horrifying part was it's face. It's flesh there was pulled, I have no idea how else to explain it. There were staples on various parts of it's body. It was terrifying. It held a chainsaw in one hand and a hammer in the other and it ran after Sarah. It activated it's chainsaw and I heard it whir and then the squelch of it hitting flesh. I heard Sarah scream, a sound so raw and so painful I wanted to cry. I think I was. I watched as it threw Sarah over it's shoulder. It carried her to a hook standing in the field. It was nothing special, but I found it odd that the hook was just there, swaying ever so slightly in the wind. Then, it threw Sarah onto the hook and she screamed again. He watched her gag for a second before limping off and vanishing into the tall grass. I tugged at Anthony's sleeve

"Shouldn't we help her?" I had asked through tears but Anthony shook his head

"Death hook" was all he said

Sure enough, long spider like limps emerged from the hook and impaled her. I watched in horror as they lifted Sarah's body up as more spider-like limbs descended down and grabbed her body and lifted her up into the void above. Once her body was gone, the limbs emerging from the hook, knocked the hook off and onto the ground. I let out a chocked sob as the realization hit me. I had just watched a person die.

"C'mon kid," Anthony had said and ushered me along.

I followed numbly, I was in shock, but the gravity of our situation shook me out of it quick. We found the last gen quick. We worked on it fast, but slow enough as to not make mistakes.

"I have a kid around your age," said Anthony, smiling at me, "Once I get out of here I plan to hug them and remind them how much I love them. You got any family,"

I nodded,

"Lot's of big brothers, a dad," I sniffled, "How does time pass?"

"I've been here a few minutes, what's the date,"

"the first of august, 2009," I responded and he looked pale

"No, it's-it's the second of January," I shook my head at that and we lapsed into silence. The dread came just as the gen clicked on. We both shot up, but by that time the dread was terror. It was here. Anthony ran at it and tried to draw it away from me, but it didn't work. I ran as it chased me, fear surging through my limbs, but I was seven, I wasn't fast enough. Do you know what it feels like to be slammed in the back with a chainsaw? I can't even begin to describe the pain. It hurt worse than any injury I had ever gotten and I screamed. Next thing I knew, I was being carried over it's shoulder. It was taking me to an open field. There were two hooks. Both faced each other. He threw me on one. The pain from that was worse than the chainsaw as the metal hook ripped through soft flesh and muscles and threw bone and I screamed a blood curdling scream. I was only there for a moment when I heard a strange noise. The gate had been opened. A sense of panic hit me. Had Anthony left me to die. But then I heard the whir of a chainsaw and a cry. It hooked Anthony right in front of me. He gave me a small smile as the creature ambled off.

"Listen," he had said, "Gates open, straight ahead, hurl yourself off the hook and run, don't stop, don't try to get me, I'm on death hook, Just run,"

"How?" I cried in desperation.

"Throw yourself off the hook," he said before the limbs stabbed him and dragged him away.

I wanted to cry, but it would have to wait. I took a deep breath and threw myself forward and off the hook. There was an explosion of pain, but I didn't register it. I ran. Ran as fast as I could. I saw the gate, wide open and tore forward. The whir of the chainsaw came from behind me and I got the idea to bob and weave. I did and it worked. I knocked over a pallet with strength I didn't even know I had and tore to the gate. I ran threw the gate out without stopping. Like before, the world folded in on me and repeated until, it stopped. I was back in the junkyard, no broken cars in sight and a soft blue of the sky almost made me sob. Warm blood trickled down and, to my horror, I realized I was still hurt. I reached into my pocket and was greeted with my phone. I called the first number I could think of. 911. I just said I was hurt in the Junkyard, fell and hurt my shoulder and that I need help and fast. The operator was a nice lady, helped keep me calm. The fire and rescue arrived fast and I felt happiness when the words 212 came into view along with squad car 1010. I wanted to cry as I ran towards them. I watched Helix run and catch me and I collapsed into my cousin's arms.

"Tup?" he had sounded so horrified and I guess he had the right to.

Fox rushed over and froze when he saw me. Helix was treating me as fast as he could as Fox knelt beside me and cupped by face with his hand. He told me it was all okay now, and that I was safe. I knew I was.

I woke up in the hospital three days later. I learned that I had been missing for almost an entire month. Fives and Echo felt so guilty, blamed themselves, but I could never blame them. Never.

Statement ends.

Another victim of the Entity's twisted games, and my own cousin. I remember the scramble for search parties when Tup went missing, but I still lived with my abusive mom, so my brother's and I were unable to search for Tup, who had been a close friend in high school for me. After this, Tup went through a lot of therapy, but he still struggles. He informed me one day, years ago, that he too now sees the shadow people. I've seen the shadow people too. All my brother's have. They are always there, just watching us.

As for follow up, there is not much we can do. The entity exists in a realm outside of ours and we have no way of stopping it or telling who it's next victim will be.

So another dead end, but not matter. Unfortunately, most of the files in the archives have statements made by members of my family. A lot mention a horrible tragedy and the sudden appearance of these shadow people. I wish to look into them, but my own shadow people have grow restless, usually that means-

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Fine

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aire101 · 3 years

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Ferrum Ch. 6

Link to Master Post

They were being over run.

For every monster Peter took down, two more took their place.

This was a mistake— they never should have come here. And it was all his fault.

“Peter! Get out of here!” yelled Tony from across the room, where he was dealing with his own hoard.

“No! I’m not leaving!” Peter yelled back.

“Damnit Kid! We can’t beat this on our own! You’ve gotta go!”

“I’M NOT LOSING YOU AGAIN!” screamed Peter as he slashed through the last monster in his immediate vicinity. He needed to get to Tony, something was about to happen, he just knew it.

He spun around seeing Tony faced off with two monsters. He was smiling a pain-filled smile. Almost like when—

“You’re not losing me kid, because I’m—”

Tony’s eyes widened as a blade ran through him from behind, where another monster stood hidden in the shadows.

“I’m… Iron Man.”

Peter couldn’t breath.

He tried to walk forward but his feet wouldn’t move.

He needed to move. Tony hadn’t disappeared yet. If he could just get there before…

Tony fell to his knees, his hand held up in front of his face, which was contorted in confusion. As Peter watched, lines of burning energy began coursing through Tony’s body.

“Why Peter… why didn’t you tell me…? Why didn’t you help…?”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I tried!” sobbed Peter as he too fell to the ground.

“It’s ok, Peter,” came a familiar, soft voice from beside him.

Peter slowly looked to the side, and there knelt Aunt May.

“Aunt May, I tried… But I couldn’t and he’s gone. I can’t…”

“It’s ok, baby,” she said, her hand gently running through his hair. “I know you tried. It’s just that everyone you love dies. That’s just the way it is.”

Her words were like a knife directly to his heart. They hurt. More so because they were true.

All around him stood his loved ones— Ned, MJ, Happy, Mrs. Leeds and Angie, his parents.

Uncle Ben.

They stood there with sad smiles on their face.

Until they shattered into polygons.

“Why?! Why do they leave?” cried Peter.

“You know why Peter… Everyone leaves,” said May, before she too shattered into nothing.

—————

Peter woke with a start.

Waking from nightmares was always an awful experience, but now that he was regularly sharing a room with someone it was especially stressful. He couldn’t let Tony know how bad his dreams were. If he knew that, he’d press into what they were about.

And he couldn’t explain that. Not without admitting to a lot of half-truths and lies.

So he just laid on his bed while his nerves and emotions roiled. Experience told him trying to go back to sleep was pointless, but getting up risked waking Tony—

Peter looked towards the other bed, only to sit up in confusion when he saw the bed empty.

Where was Tony?

Peter checked the lower left corner of his display for the Aincrad local time… definitely the middle of the night.

Concern about questions related to his nightmare was replaced with concern over Tony’s whereabouts, so Peter slipped on his shoes and stepped out into the hall of the inn.

Despite the late (early?) hour, the tavern down below still held a decent amount of people. A handful were slumped over on the table, obviously looking for a warm place to sleep but unable to afford a room. Others sat together over glasses of ale talking amicably into the night. But he found Tony sitting over by the hearth alone, helmet on and nursing what looked like a cup of that coffee drink they called ‘kaf.’ After their trip back to the Town of Beginnings a few days ago, Tony had gone asking around about where he could get his hands on the ingredients to make the stuff. Turns out getting the ingredients was the easy part, actually making a decent cup of the stuff required some points in the cooking skill. Despite that, Tony continued to make and drink his awful concoctions.

For a moment Peter considered just going back up to their room. But the thought of going back and lying restlessly in bed was as unappealing as sleep itself.

“Hey, you know that stuff won’t actually wake you up, right?” said Peter as he plopped down in the chair across from Tony.

“Just like the alcohol can’t make you drunk,” said Tony. If he was surprised by Peter’s appearance he didn’t show it.

“Wonder what the point is in incorporating them at all then,” said Peter.

“They’re habits. Good or bad, people depend on habits. Just another thing to lull us into a sense of normalcy. If we’re in here long enough, people will probably start to forget that they’re trapped in a digital prison, and begin to wonder why we’re fighting to get out,” said Tony, before taking another sip.

“Hmm,” hummed Peter, before settling into quiet, staring into the flames of the fireplace.

They sat there in companionable silence for a while, each lost in their own thoughts, before it was broken by Tony’s voice, soft with question.

“Are you sure about this Pete? Word is a good two thirds of the dungeon is explored already, but several hundred have died in the last few days doing so.”

Peter didn’t answer immediately. In all honesty, he wasn’t sure about it. In typical form, his hesitance had little to do with his own safety and everything to do someone else’s.

The memory of his dream and a creature running Tony through with a blade from behind returned.

No. Peter Parker wasn’t sure at all.

But Spider-man… Spider-man knew what needed to be done, and he did it.

He had managed to keep Tony from taking any hits so far, he would just have to keep doing it. He would get better. Faster. Stronger.

He would get them out of this game, and then he would find their answers as to where Tony was and how he had come to be in this game. Did Ms. Potts— er, Mrs. Stark know he was still alive? If so, why hide it?

“Considering our uh… RL life choices, there’s a pretty good chance of us dying on any given day,” said Peter, trying not to choke on the words, memories of blood and stones and ash rising. “I’d rather die doing the best I can to help others than sit around watching others die instead. It’s what I’d do in the real world, so its what I should do here. We’ve talked about this. All the way to Tolbana, in fact.”

“Yeah, I know,” said Tony, in the same uncharacteristically soft tone.

“How about you? Just because I’ve decided to work on clearing the game doesn’t mean you have to. I could probably find a clearing party to join up with. I’ve heard a few parties talk about setting up guilds even,” said Peter, with mixed feelings. On one hand, he really didn’t like the idea of letting Tony too far out of his sight. On the other, if he stayed back Peter would probably worry less about keeping Tony alive and could focus more on his own battles.

Tony scoffed at the idea though, so Peter guessed that was out.

“There’s no way in hell I’m sending you off into that labyrinth without me,” Tony replied.

“Well, guess that settles it then,” said Peter with finality.

“Right. Well, I guess I’ll go and check our equipment before we head out, since we’re both awake. Unless you want to try and go back to sleep?” asked Tony, standing up and slipping down his visor.

“Nah, I’m awake. So we can head out whenever. You did sleep some, right?” asked Peter as he stood as well.

“I slept as much as I need to,” answered Tony evasively.

Peter rolled his eyes. Tony’s sleeping habits in the game were as bad as they were outside of it.

“Ok, I’ll go pack up then.”

—————

The floor one labyrinth was a cavernous maze of halls and chambers crawling with Kobold Troopers— the first humanoid monsters they had come across in the game. Unlike the previous creature types, they could use sword skills like players and NPCs. This made Peter's 'don't let Tony take any hits' job far more complicated than he had expected.

"Damn it, kid! Stop taking my hits! You're going to get yourself killed!"

"No I won't, I'm careful about keeping an eye on my HP," responded Peter as he swallowed down a potion.

"You wouldn't have to keep such a close eye on your HP if you would just stop throwing yourself into hits!"

“Well, if you would stop getting yourself into positions where you’re going to get hit, maybe I wouldn’t need to! You’re not in an impenetrable armor anymore,” Peter grouched back. But as soon as the words left his mouth he regretted them.

He couldn’t see most of Tony’s face through the helmet’s visor, but he could tell by the tightening in his posture that the words had hit harder than he had intended.

Peter sighed, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. You’re not the reason I’m getting hurt. But you really do need to stop leaving your back open. You can’t take hits in a fight like you’re used to, and there’s no FRIDAY to keep an eye on it. Just me.”

For a moment Tony didn’t answer, but eventually he nodded.

“No, you’re right. I’m used to having a margin of error in a fight because of the strength of my armor or FRIDAY having my back. I’m not used to being so squishy when I fight. Rogers used to gripe at me about the same thing,” said Tony. “Which was pretty hypocritical on his part considered how he threw himself into things— I guess I’m not too surprised about that at this point— but the fact still remains true. Sorry, I should be better at this than I am—”

“I don’t want an apology. And I know habits are hard to break. Just… try to keep more of an eye on it?”

“I will, but I also want you to stop taking all the hits. We’re both about the same level, so I can take a few as well, you know. I won’t shatter on contact,” chuckled Tony, though Peter could tell it was forced.

The visual of Tony shattering into polygons wouldn’t leave Peter’s mind.

“No promises, so you better keep up your guard,” muttered Peter, before he started walking further into the labyrinth.

From behind him he could hear Tony sigh in exasperation, but he followed along at Peter’s back.

In every RPG Peter had ever played, when you ‘entered the dungeon’ you traveled down through floors until you found the boss room. In SAO’s labyrinth it was all an up-hill journey with no definitive floor levels, plenty of trick rooms, and not a soul to be seen. He had snagged the map data from a large group of Clearers he’d met in the pub their first night in town, but even with four more days of exploring it, there were still massive chunks of blank spaces. One of which they were mapping out now, and five hours in they had yet to stumble on another player. All Peter could say was that they had to be nearing the top of the column soon. Or at least he hoped so. Enough people had died in here already.

The halls were mostly silent as they trekked through the labyrinth passages, the only sounds Peter could hear was the soft echo of their footsteps.

Eventually they came upon a turn into another hall, and as soon as Peter saw what lay beyond, he froze.

It was the Boss Room. It had to be. Rough hewn stone walls were replaced with smooth slate, and the double door set into the wall before him was like nothing they had seen in the labyrinth yet. Three times the height of an average person, ornate lattice scroll work ran from top to bottom down the middle of each door, with a central metal push plate featuring two intertwined serpents.

Tony came around to his side and gave a relieved sigh before pulling up his map. “Finally, I’ll update our map data with a notation.”

Peter nodded absently feeling lightheaded. They had actually done it. They had found the boss room. Just a little longer and they would move to the next floor…

And once they had proven they could… Maybe things would get better.

Peter smiled and turned to ask Tony if he wanted to head back to town now…

That’s when he heard it. The faintest sound of the shuffle of feet from the darkness.

“Mob!” shouted Peter, drawing his sword just as the first Troopers rushed them from the shadows.

Tony quickly switched into fighting stance, drawing his two-handed sword and parrying a Trooper’s slash away.

As Peter jumped into the fray, he tried to do a head count.

One—two—three…

Four—Five—Six…

Definitely outnumbered, but so long as he kept an eye on them it should be fine.

Vertical— horizontal— slant—

The trooper burst into polygons. From the corner of his eye he could see Tony disperse of another trooper.

As they fought, on habit the two of them drifted together until they were back to back.

A well placed sword swing shattered another kobold, only for another to take it’s place, its barbaric hand axe coming in for a hit.

Peter wasn’t quite quick enough and the hit landed, taking some of his HP down with it. Peter would not give the kobold another chance at a hit, and in a few moments it was dispersed just like the rest.

Over all, the kobolds were not especially difficult. But for every one Peter felled another took its place…

Then another.

And another.

This was far more than the six he had originally counted… they just kept coming.

Just like his dream…

He couldn’t think about that. He couldn’t. It was just a dream.

‘Everyone leaves.’

His next strike hit a little harder than he meant, causing the kobold he was fighting to shatter but also causing him to stumble forward away from Tony, allowing a kobold to step into place between them.

Fear froze him as he saw the kobold raise it’s axe overhead, coming in for a direct hit on Tony, who was turned away, unawares.

“TONY! BEHIND—!” screamed Peter, trying to get to Tony.

It was like slow motion. Tony turned, but the axe was nearly on him already. He wouldn’t be able to block. He wouldn’t be able to move.

No, no, no… he couldn’t do this again, he couldn’t—!

“DON’T TOUCH HIM—!” Peter cried, as he slashed his sword wildly.

He couldn’t reach him in time!

The axe struck true.

But it was stopped by a purple polygon with an identification tile that read ‘Immortal Object.’

For a moment Peter’s mind went ‘blue screen’ while it tried to compute what he was seeing.

Tony on the other hand didn’t seem to pause for a second, rather he threw himself with abandon into the throes of the fight, no longer bothering with attempts at defense, letting each hit bounce off the strange shield that apparently kept hits from connecting.

Peter pulled himself together, swallowing down a potion before returning to the fray. After a few more rounds the waves of the mob tapered off until only Peter and Tony were left standing.

Well, standing was relative. As soon as the mob was finished Peter sunk down to the ground, his head in his hands as the mental fatigue of the battle along with all the ones before it came crashing down on him.

Immortal Object.

“Come on kid, we need to get out of here. There’s no telling what the re-spawn rate is this close to the Boss Room door,” said Tony, putting a hand under Peter’s arm to pull him up.

Peter stood up and followed along as directed, keeping one hand on Tony as they went. Every now and then they would come across a pair of Troopers, but Tony easily dispatched them and they continued on their way.

Peter wasn’t sure how long they had been walking, but at some point he realized he could hear the sound of voices up ahead.

As they turned a bend a party of players came into sight. The player at the head of the group was a man with blue hair, dressed in bronze armor with a longsword at his hip.

“Hey!” called Tony, waving them over.

Most of the group eyed with some suspicion, but the blue haired one walked over, a small but amicable smile on his face.

“Yes, do you need help?” he asked politely.

“Nah, we’re alright. You’re part of one of the larger clearing parties, aren’t you?” asked Tony.

“Yes, in fact I’m the leader of the group. My name is Diavel,” he answered.

“Good. Look, we found the Boss Room up ahead.”

That certainly got their attention. Diavel’s eyes widened for a moment and his face lost its politeness and settled into a more serious gaze. He glanced at Peter, who knew he was showing obvious signs of exhaustion.

“We didn’t open it so I’m not sure what’s inside, and we were swarmed by a large Trooper mob right afterward,” Tony said, answering the unspoken question. “If you open your map I’ll give the info to you.”

Diavel nodded, opening up his map. A few taps later and the exchange was done.

“We will go back quickly and start gathering a raiding party this afternoon. Should I expect to see you there?”

“No, I don’t think so. Just make sure this info gets out,” said Tony, a hand Peter’s shoulder as he starts to move away.

“I will see it done,” said Diavel, with a nod. “Everyone, lets hurry back to town! There’s work to be done!”

And with that the group turned and ran, presumably back towards the entrance to the labyrinth.

“Alright, that’s done. If you need to stop we’ll stop, but otherwise we’re going to keep going until we’re back at the inn. Don’t worry about anything other than putting one foot in front of the other, I’ll take care of rest,” said Tony, as they began to walk in the same direction.

Peter did as he was told, and put one foot in front of the other.

Step, step, step…

Immortal Object.

Step, stumble, step…

“I can’t remember things passed a certain point…”

“The last thing I remember is the meeting with Kayaba…”

What did it all mean…

Step, step, step…

“I’m thinking of skipping on meals for a while. I’m kinda curious how long it takes to actually start feeling hungry in here.”

Put one foot in front of the other, Parker. Almost there…

“I slept as much as I need to.”

Immortal Object—Immortal Object—Immortal Object—

AI Development

Peter stopped.

Peter couldn’t help but wonder… Was she aware of what she was?

No. No way. No fucking way—

“The problem was that in order to do further development and testing it would require me to deep dive into their systems, and for reasons I’ve discussed with you earlier today I was entirely unwilling to open myself up to that.”

“Peter… Hey, are you alright?” asked Tony, a worried crease in his brow that was so familiar. “Are you still with me, kid?”

Was it even possible? Who was he kidding, if anyone could figure it out it would have been him. But then how did it— he— end up here?

“Ok, now you’re really starting to scare me kid.”

Unbidden, the memory of the mural from the night he entered SAO came back to him.

Slowly, Peter started to take steps again.

“Good, that’s good. One step at a time and we’ll get there,” said Tony.

Peter did as he was told, and he slowly made his way out of the labyrinth while trying to come to terms with a fact he couldn’t look away from.

Mr. Stark was dead. He always had been.

Tony was an AI.

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crazycat-88 · 5 years

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Male Spider Monster Silus x Gender Neutral Reader (SFW)

Note: This is my first piece of writing in a very long time and my first exophilia story. Written for the awesome OkCryptid Collab. Its also the first instalment of a series of stories I’m currently working on.

A huge thanks goes to @thetravelerwrites for proofreading/editing this piece. She’s an absolute star and fantastic writer, who dedicates a lot of her time to this community, supporting other writers and helping readers find exophilia works by maintaining both the OkCryptid Masterlist & the Exophilia Creators Masterlist. So go give her your love and support over on her blog.

Without further ado, here’s 4,124 words of human/monster romance. Hope you enjoy it.

Sitting at your desk, trying to write the newest chapter of your latest novel, you sigh when you her a ping from your mobile. In all honesty, the distraction is welcome; you’ve been suffering from a major case of writer's block and you’d take any excuse to put your work aside.

Checking your notifications, you sigh again when you see it’s from OkCryptid, the monster and cryptid dating app created to help monsters find mates, that you’d downloaded a couple of weeks beforehand. You had hoped it would give you a better chance at finding the one but so far you’d had the same amount of luck that you had with every other app on the market. Which was none.

You hadn’t been on a date in months. Your last relationship was over three years ago and so far things weren’t looking very positive with this new dating app. Since joining, there were very few matches and all the messages you’d received were either from men just looking to hook up for that night or they were dick pics. You couldn’t fathom why anyone thought that sending a picture of their dick would somehow seduce you but they did it anyway.

Taking a deep breath, you check to see what it’s notifying you off and you see that you have a new match and have been sent a new message from a user named Silus. Swearing to yourself that if it’s another unsolicited picture you were deleting the app, you open the message first without bothering to check his profile. No point in getting your hopes up before seeing what he’s sent you.

[Sent: 2:47pm] Silus: Hey, how are you today? I’ve recently just moved to the area and we’ve matched… So I thought I’d just say hi…

Well, that was a good start. It's certainly the nicest message you’ve received so far. Deciding to check his profile, you gasp, seeing that he’s an arachnid, specifically a spider type, which you’d never seen before.

Most arachnids chose to avoid the city, mainly due to their size and their preference for solitude. They weren’t known to be the most social of creatures and, despite being known to the general public for a couple of centuries, were one of the few species that shunned modern society, choosing to remain in forests or caves far from civilization. You weren’t sure if this was because of their nature or due to the fact that they were one of the few monsters many humans, and even some other monsters, still feared. Even those who weren’t outright scared of arachnid type monsters were still wary and uncomfortable around them.

You’re not sure how you feel about them, never having actually met one but you’re not exactly a fan of spiders. While you aren’t scared of them, they did make you squeamish. Shuddering thinking of the large spider you had to remove from your flat the day before, you decide to at least check over Silus’s profile and pictures.

His profile bio was short and sweet: he stated his name, age, and sexual orientation before going on to say that he loved plants and flowers, music, poetry and going for walks in the moonlight. He’d also added that he had just moved to the city and was looking to make new friends and hopefully find a mate. He had a gallery full of pictures, which were mostly pictures of various types of flowers, but he had a couple of himself.

Enlarging the first picture of himself, which was a selfie of just his face and torso, you were pleasantly surprised to find that you didn’t mind his spider features. His head and body was humanoid in shape, his skin incredibly pale and his very long, very straight hair was a shiny white. He had four eyes that were completely black with no sclera, those eyes sat in a row, with two larger in the centre and two smaller either side of those. His mouth was wide and in the photo he was grinning, showing that he had nothing but two large fangs in his upper jaw. His shoulders were broad and his torso was well built, with clearly defined muscles though he wasn’t overly muscular.

Swiping through his photos, you find another picture of him, this one being a full body shot which was clearly taken from a small distance. Here you could see his lower body where is torso ended and joined with his spider half, which looked large and bulbous, black in colour but covered in fine white hair which looked fuzzy. Attached to this body were eight long jointed legs which were also covered in fine white hairs. His legs looked as thick as tree trunks and you couldn’t be sure from looking at the photo but he looked huge.

This part of his body did make you apprehensive, and the more you look at it the worse you feel. Flicking between the two pictures you couldn’t decide if you were attracted to him or not. On one hand you found him incredibly beautiful, with his large pitch black eyes that you could easily get lost in and his gorgeous sleek looking hair and toned upper body. He also seemed sweet natured and had a lovely smile despite the fangs.

On the other hand, his spider lower half gave you the shivers and those long legs creeped you out. You cringed looking at them again and even thinking about those legs in motion made you shudder. Chewing on your lip you debated with yourself; you’d matched with him so obviously you had things in common and you didn’t have to jump into a relationship with him. You could always be friends first and see if it went anywhere. You just weren’t sure you could get over those eight legs…

Ping.

Startled, you look back at your phone which had gone to sleep at some point during your mental debate, and you see you have received another message from Silus.

[Sent: 3:16pm] Silus: I like your profile by the way, you’re very beautiful.... We must have a lot in common, I’ve been using this app for over a year now and I’ve never seen such a high percentage match...

Checking you see that he’s right, you’ve matched with him eighty-eight percent which was much higher than any other match you’d had and from everything you’d heard it was really rare to get a match that high. It was just your luck he had to be an arachnid, he seemed really nice too. Deciding to think further on it and make a decision later, you go back to writing, after all your novel wasn’t going to write itself.

A couple of hours later, feeling like you’ve made a lot of progress, you decide it’s time for some food. However a quick search around the kitchen reminds you that you’ve not been shopping in days. Take-away it is then.

Ping!

Frowning you see you’ve gotten another message from Silus, thinking he’s getting a little pushy, you open it to read.

[Sent: 5:30pm] Silus: Hey again, so I was thinking… I would understand if your not interested, many people don’t like arachnids…. I know a lot of people, especially humans are scared of my kind… But I hope you’ll give me a chance and see I’m not scary at all… or maybe your just busy or at work... Sorry...

Crap! You’d forgotten that your settings had been set to send read receipts. He knows you’ve read his messages and now thinks you’re ignoring him. You wonder how often that happens to him, he sounds so dejected and now you feel bad. He’d said in his earlier message that he’d been using the app for over a year so that meant he’d not had much luck finding someone. A bit like me then, thinking to yourself. Looking at his pictures again, you come to a decision.

[Sent: 5:32pm] You: Hi Silus, I’m good thanks and I was working… I am interested but to be honest I’ve never met an arachnid before and I’m unsure how I feel about it.

Silus: Oh my gosh, you replied :-) Thank you! It’s okay that you feel that way, at least you’re willing to give me a chance…

Silus: Lots of people are afraid of spiders and by extension spider monsters but honestly I wouldn’t hurt a fly…

Silus: …Well that’s a lie and probably a bad example, but really I’m not scary in the slightest…

Chuckling, you rather like Silus’s sense of humour though you’re not sure he was aiming to be funny. He was so sweet and seemed really surprised that you’d replied. Makes you wonder again how many people have ignored him just because of what he is.

You: Lol! I’m not scared of spiders exactly but they do make me uncomfortable… I’d like to get to know you though...

You: So… how are liking city life?

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You and Silus spent the rest of the evening getting to know each other. You learn that he works as a florist, that he’s renting a flat in the city centre and is flat sharing with a moth monster. Which did surprise you as you thought that their two species have a turbulent history. He asks what you do for work and then about the novel you’re currently writing.

The two of you end up talking long into the night and at some point you fall asleep still mid conversation. As soon as you wake up you're checking your phone for messages from Silus. You have two, the first answering the question you’d asked just before falling asleep and a second twenty minutes later where he says that he assumes you’ve falling asleep and to have sweet dreams.

Smiling to yourself, you send him a message confirming that you did in fact fall asleep and that you’re sorry about that. You then decide to get up and start your day. An hour later Silus is messaging you good morning and telling you not to worry about it. The two of you spend the rest of the morning chatting until he has to go to work. He messages again once he’s home from work and you spend the evening in the same manner as the night before.

The rest of the week followed the same pattern, work, eat and chat to Silus. By this point the two of you had swapped mobile numbers and were now communicating via both text and call. He had the loveliest voice and often during calls you forgot that you had to respond. Meeting in person wasn't a subject brought up until exactly one week after you’d first started chatting.

You were just sitting, eating lunch when you heard the ping of your mobile.

[Sent: 2:13pm] Silus: Afternoon gorgeous, are you free this evening? If you are, would you like to get a drink in town?

Taking a deep breath, you think it over, you really liked Silus and were pretty confident now that the two of you could really have something good together. Him being an arachnid no longer made you uncomfortable, at least in theory, but you were incredibly nervous. What if you saw him in person and you couldn’t see past those eight legs, you didn’t want to hurt him. Or what if when he saw you, he thought you weren’t as attractive in person. A previous date had told you that you looked thinner in your photos after all. You sigh, either way you had to know, for both your sakes.

You: Afternoon, I am free tonight and that would be lovely. Where were you thinking?

Silus: Great! :-D My flatmate works in this bar and restaurant which caters for folks like us, called The Bears Den, does that sound okay to you? It’s in city centre.

You: Yes of course! What time?

Silus: 6pm? Shall I come pick you up or would you rather we meet there?

You: 6 works for me. I’ll just meet you there, no point in you leaving the city centre to come collect me :-) I’ll get the bus, will only take me twenty minutes.

Silus: If you’re sure, I don’t mind the extra journey, I’d travel hours to pick you up ;-)

You: Lol, your so sweet but yes I’m sure. I’ll see you there at 6.

Silus: Alright then, I’ll meet you outside the bar. See you later gorgeous… can’t wait.

You: Me either! See you soon!

Checking the clock, you see that it was already 2:30pm and you had no idea what you were going to wear. Deciding your best bet would be to call your fashion-forward best friend and get her advice, your frustrated when she doesn’t answer. Oh well best go raid your wardrobe.

************

Your shaking with nerves by the time you get there and of course your twenty minutes early. Standing outside the bar feeling like an utter twit, you inspect the building. The outside is painted a glossy black and the name of the bar is painted in gold cursive above the very wide, very tall doors. It looked nice. Through the glass in the doors you could see the place already had a good number of patrons despite the early time.

You’re surprised and jump in shock when you hear your name spoken softly from behind you. Spinning around you come face to face with Silus, well more accurately you came face to stomach with Silus, because he was huge. Your breath catches in your throat and you gaze in astonishment at his form.

His large spider lower body was lowered to just inches off the ground and his long legs were arched upwards, their height reached to his human torso before coming back down to the ground. This close you could see that he had three claws at the end of each of those legs. Shifting your gaze back up, you took notice that he was wearing a smart midnight blue shirt before your attention was brought to his hands, which he was wringing togethering in nervousness. Looking to his face you could see that he looked wary but his mouth was turned up into a tentative smile.

It’s only when he quietly says your name and asks if you're alright that you realise that you’ve stood there just staring at him for the past two minutes. Giving yourself a mental shake you manage to give him a nod.

‘‘Yes! I’m good, thanks! Um... hi...’’ you giggle nervously.

‘‘Hi...’’ he replies, smile widening. ‘You still want to do this?’’

‘‘Yes, of course, sorry! Shall we go in?’’ You stammer.

Holding the door open for you, he shakes his head ‘‘No need to be sorry, I know I’m a lot to process.’’

‘‘Um... just a bit, I wasn’t expecting you to be so... big,’’ you stammer, as you pass under his arm into the bar.

‘‘Does it bother you?’’ He asks, as you make your way to the bar.

Shaking your head and giving him a smile over shoulder, you glance around the bar and see the vast majority of patrons are other non-humans. Behind the bar serving you spot a lizardfolk, who looks like a leopard gecko and a white tiger rakshasa. The rakshasa looks your way and raises a brow when he clocks Silus at your side. Making his way down the bar with a large grin on his face, you hear Silus let out a groan and suddenly he leans down to whisper in your ear, ‘‘He’s a harmless flirt.’’

‘‘What?’’ You stammer, but before he can say anything else the Rakshasa is standing in front of you and leaning over the bar to clasp Silus’s hand.

‘‘Ayaan,’’ Silus nods.

‘‘Silus,’’ rumbles the rakshasa, ‘‘It’s been awhile. Who’s your cute friend?’’ He says looking at you and giving you a wink.

Silus makes the introductions and as you give Ayaan your hand to shake, he leans down to kiss the back of your hand and gives you a cheeky grin. You understand now what Silus meant. Turning to Silus, Ayaan asks ‘‘Does Rowan know you’re out on a date?’’

‘‘Yes, and he’s upset he’s not here to see it’’ Silus replies, laughing. You give him a questioning look, but he just shakes his head at you and mouth’s later.

Turning back to Ayaan and ordering your drinks you head to a table towards the back of the bar where it’s quieter. Whilst you sit on a chair, Silus pushes the chair opposite you towards another table and lowers his spider body to the floor shifting his legs to a comfortable position. As you watch him do this, it occurs to you that your not feeling squeamish like you feared you might. In fact, your itching to lean over and see if those hairs are as fuzzy as they look. Giving Silus a smile, you see that he’s gazing just as intensely at you.

‘‘You’re very beautiful,’’ he says, swallowing nervously.

‘‘Thank you. So are you,’’ you reply, blushing.

‘‘No I’m not,’’ he says sadly, fixing you a look. ‘‘I look monstrous, I know that… but thank you for saying it anyway.”

Shaking your head you reply, ‘‘Yes, you are! You’re gorgeous, Silus…. at least you are to me, anyway,’’ you mumble shyly, reaching over the table to grasp his hand and squeezing it briefly.

Silus blushes prettily, looking at your hands shyly. Turning his hand around to clasp yours in a soft hold. ‘‘Thank you,’’ he says, sounding choked.

Hoping to distract him, you ask ‘‘So.. Is Ayaan a good friend of yours?’’

‘‘Oh yeah,’’ he replies shaking his head as if coming out of a daze, ‘‘I met him through Rowan.’’

‘‘And Rowan is? And why is he upset that he’s not here?’’ You ask raising a brow.

Chucking he replies, ‘‘Sorry, Rowans my flatmate and he’s upset because he thinks I’m probably going to make a fool of myself and he’s not here to see it…’’

‘‘Oh. Well... you haven’t, so he’s not missing anything,’’ you smile. “Is it his night off then?’’ You ask.

Shaking his head, ‘‘Nope, he would usually be working now but he’s gone home to West Oaks to attend one of his sister's wedding.’’

‘‘West Oaks? That’s where your from too right?’’ You ask.

Nodding, ‘‘Yeah... we grew up together, best friends since school. Neighbours too. We were both the youngest of all our many siblings so we spent our childhood bemoaning our lot in life.’’ He had a fond smile on his face.

‘‘You have a lot of siblings?’’ You ask sipping at your drink.

‘‘Yep! I’m one of twenty-six.’’ He grins.

‘‘No. Way.’’ you reply, sputtering.

Laughing, Silus nods ‘‘Arachnids tend to lay a lot of eggs... Moths do too, actually, Rowan is one of thirty.’’

‘‘Oh wow! No wonder the two of you banded together,’’ You say stunned.

‘‘Yeah, so when Ro decided he wanted to move to the city, I told him I was coming with,’’ Silus chuckles.

‘‘And.. do you like it here?’’

‘‘Yeah, it’s nice,’’ he tells you nodding. ‘‘Very different from living rurally, of course, and I miss the forest sometimes, but there’s a lot of good things about living in the city.’’

Before you can reply to that, Ayaan is suddenly at your table with a massive grin on his face, startling you both. Silus jerks so badly four of his legs flick out causing Ayaan to snicker loudly.

‘‘You two looked liked you were having fun, so I thought I’d offer table service’’ he says putting another two drinks down on the table. ‘‘Drink up,’’ he says and salutes before strolling back to the bar. You see the gecko behind the bar shaking his head at Ayaan’s antics, catching your eye he gives you an apologetic look before turning to serve another customer.

‘He’s a character,’’ You laughingly say, looking back at Silus.

‘‘That’s one word to describe him,’’ he chuckles jokingly.

You and Silus spent the rest of the evening talking and laughing, as he tells you stories from his childhood and teenage years where he and Rowan would get themselves into trouble. You tell him some of your own stories in return, telling him of the shenanigans that you and your best friend regularly got up to.

The two of you are so absorbed in each other that you don’t realise how late it has gotten until you hear a loud bellow from the otherside of the bar. Glancing around you see that the place is now packed full of boisterous patrons and that you have somehow missed the fact there is now a live band on stage. Over by the pool tables there is a large minotaur and a small goblin having a tussle over a pool cue and a very large orc with a dark scowl, who is obviously security is headed their way. Behind the bar both the gecko and Ayaan are looking harried and have been joined by a harpy and some type of avian.

You and Silus come to a mutual agreement that it’s time to call it a night. As Silus leads the way out of the bar, the other patrons quickly shift out of his way and a few of them stare openly, looking wary. Whilst you enjoy the fact that no one is in your personal space and you have room to move, you also feel sad that people look at him like he might turn around and eat them. You glare fiercely at one particular customer that’s standing staring rudely open mouthed, seeing your scowl they suddenly about-turn and run in the opposite direction.

Outside, you take in a deep breath of fresh air, glad to be out in the quiet. Turning to Silus you see that he’s watching you, a soft smile on his face.

‘‘Is it always like that in there?’’ You ask.

Shaking his head in the negative he replies, ‘‘Not really. It only tends to get that busy at weekends.’’

Nodding, you began speaking only to stop suddenly seeing that another orc, who looks like the double of the one inside, working the door watching you both with a sly grin. Smiling awkwardly, you and Silus start walking in a random direction.

‘‘So... what were you going to say?’’ He asks as he looks down at you.

‘‘Oh,’’ you smile, ‘‘Just that I had a really good time tonight.’’

‘‘So did I,’’ Silus blushes. “Perhaps we could do this again sometime?’’

‘‘Definitely,’’ you grin.

‘‘Would you.. like a ride home?’’

‘‘You drive?’’ You ask incredulously, looking at his spider lower half trying to work out the logistics of that.

‘‘No...’’ he chuckles. “I meant would you like to ride me?’’

Looking at him wide eyed, you suddenly break down snorting in laugher. Confused Silus raises a questioning brow.

‘‘What?’’ He asks completely befuddled.

Trying to calm yourself, you breath in deeply and ask, “Ride you? Talk about innuendo...’’ you grin.

Frowning it takes him a second to register. “Oh! I didn’t mean…’’ he groans. ‘I just meant… um… never mind,’’ he says, shaking his head with cheeks flushed red in embarrassment.

‘‘Maybe another time,’’ you smile eyeing his large lower body. ‘I’ll take a taxi tonight.’’ You nod towards the taxi rank across the road.

‘‘Right, well. I guess I have to say goodnight then,’’ he replies, smiling wistfully.

Nodding, you glance between his eyes and mouth, getting the hint he leans down and stops a hair width distance giving you the opportunity to change your mind. You don’t. Closing the distance between you, your eyes close as your lips meet his.

A quick peck leads to another, and then another, before you know it your tongue is in his mouth and you’re carefully exploring his mouth, being mindful with his fangs. One of his hands cradles your head as the other traces patterns on your back. Both your hands start on his shoulders before slowly roaming downwards. As you reach the point where his human torso meets his spider half, you softly stoke him there, feeling his soft hair tickle your hands. Silus suddening pulls away, panting harshly.

‘‘We have to stop,’’ he gasps.

You nod, agreeing and inhaling deeply.

‘‘Text me when you’re home?’’ He asks, searching your face.

Promising him that you would, you wish him goodnight moving quickly and getting in the first taxi. Silus gives a wave as the taxi pulls away and you see him watching you until your no longer in sight. Sitting back in the seat, you touch your fingertips to your lips.

Wow. That was some kiss.

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lordofthetrashbin · 5 years

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Creature au

This has been bouncing in my head for so long but I haven’t figured out everything so i’m going to work on what I got.

Warning: Mentions of death, talk of people being eaten(Cannibalism? They’re humanoid monsters so i think it counts) , some implied suicidal intentions in Roman’s and Remus’s part which I marked it with a *** so you can skip it if you’d like. I don’t think it’s as bad as it sounds but i’d rather be safe then sorry.

Anyway

There’s this enchanted forest that lays on the border generic kingdom? place not really important to the story. This forest is split directly in half, one side beautiful and bright straight(Ha) out of a story book while the other half is dark and twisted, full of nightmares.

It doesn’t really matter what side you try to go through, few people are ever leave and when they do they’re either exhausted from being chased my monsters or dazed with only having a blurry memory of grinning faces and dances from the night before.

The only real way through the forest is in the gray normal area between the light and dark but even that’s dangerous from the creatures that hang around there.

Let’s get to the bois~

Roman & Remus: Guardian spirits of the forest(And the reason it’s split in two.)

They sort of have a bet going on which side of the forest can claim more people.

Normally when someone enters a forest of death they’re trying to get out the other side or not to get out at all. Of course, there are always those nasty “monster” hunters but they never last long once they’ve caught either of the twin's eye.

They could just let travels pass safely through the gray zone but what's the fun in that? Due to their bet, they both try and lure people in.

Roman normally uses flattery or bribery, he has grand parties that tempt people to join him in dance. Of course, once he’s done he’ll guide them to the other side of the forest and let them continue on their way but there have been times where people didn’t want to leave and who is he to refuse them?

Remus has found that his brand of flattery normally doesn’t work in his favor(unless he has a certain snake to help him) so he normally has to scare people into his side. He’s not technically allowed to hurt anyone in the gray but most people don’t know this, with some well placed illusions that block off Roman’s side has people fleeing into the darkness. A good chase is always welcomed and with him on their heels, he can guide them to the other side no problem except for the times he accidentally lured people into some dangerous flora but who’s counting

*** Of course, there are people who come into the forest with no intention of leaving. Remus tends to get these people more but Roman occasionally greets them, All they can do is offer these people a new life, they may not be Human anymore but the forest and it’s inhabitants welcome them.

(Fun dates for Roman include: Grand parties, dancing, moonlit walks.)

(Fun date for Remus include: Running for your life together, sparring, him trying to get eaten by plants.)

Logan: Unicorn Centaur

One of the last of his kind.

He was being chased across the countryside after his small herd was captured by hunters, Unicorns are very valuable after all and he had just barely escaped but still had hunters in pursuit of him. The small kindness of a young girl is the only thing that kept him safe, she hid him as the hunters passed by her town and then pointed him to the forest which she said had other centaurs like him.

When he arrived he chose to enter the lighter side, almost immediately greeted by a very excited Roman who had never met a unicorn before. His forest had centaurs but none were unicorns much to Logan’s disappointment.

Still, he was offered safety and a home that he couldn’t refuse. He now lives by the river near the gray area, being bothered all the time by his friends some persistent annoyances.

He has no ill will towards humans but will usually avoid them, on occasion though he will walk the path along the gray border with someone if they seem a bit young to be passing through on their own.

(Fun dates include: Relaxing by the river, long talks about local flora, maybe a ride on his back if you’re super duper lucky.)

Patton: Swan Maiden (Was once human.)

He was a traveler that didn’t really know what the forest was, he just saw beautiful trees and flowers that seemed to glow and wondered in completely unaware.

Imagine his surprise when a very handsome forest prince welcomes him offers him a wonderful time and the gay panicked mess that he was couldn’t refuse. The next thing he knew, he was waking up in the sunlight on the other side of the forest with barely any memory of the night before and a deep longing somewhere in his heart.

He goes to move on, considers himself lucky to alive but a year later he’s back and entering the forest again, Roman greets him with a grin and he finally remembers a night of dancing and making friends with people that accepted him with no problem. This time when the night is over, Patton asks to stay. He feels more at home than he ever had before and wasn’t looking forward to being alone on the road again. Roman gives him the choice of remaining human or truly joining the forest as something else.

Patton has time to choose, spending years living in the forest and making friends with creatures on both sides of the gray path before he makes his choice.

He half expected it to be painful but Roman just pulls him into the water and he hears both the wind and river singing for him as Roman drapes a coat lined with feathers around his shoulders. He excepted to change but he still feels the same even as his body changes and he spreads his wings.

(Fun dates include: Swimming, exploring the forest, you can pet his feathers if he trusts you enough.)

Virgil: Drider (Or Arachne but I like Drider)

He wasn’t born in the forest but grew up in it with some of his siblings after their mother's nest was set on fire by humans. He doesn’t blame the humans for it though since they were kinda eating some villagers.

Grew up near the edge of the dark side of the forest because his siblings stayed there to lure people in but eventually when they were all adults and started hating each other as most spider folk do, he moved and built a web deeper in the forest next to the gray path much to Remus’s delight and Roman’s displeasure.

Half his nest is burrowed underground and if someone doesn’t stay on the path around his area they are very likely to fall into one of his trap holes which he finds hilarious when it doesn’t scare the fuck out of him to see someone drop from the ceiling.

Away from his siblings, Virgil found himself eating fewer humans, Whither that’s because of a very human Patton dropping in(Accidentally the first time but eventually on purpose) to make falling related puns or because Roman would send deer into his web regularly in hopes of filling him is anyone’s guess.

He eventually moves his nest under the bridge that leads the gray path over the river. Mostly because Patton starts to live in the river once he’s no longer human and being this close he can bug the cute unicorn dude that’s pretty much his neighbor. Also can maybe scare some poor folk crossing the bridge, who knows

(Fun dates include: Relaxing in his web, him making sweaters for you out of his silk, harassing Roman.)

Deceit: Naga

Mysteriously showed up out of nowhere, neither of the twins knows how he got into the forest without them knowing and it drives Roman wild which leads to Remus welcoming him into the dark side with open arms.

He gives a different excuse each time he’s asked. “A harpy dropped me from the sky.” “I followed the underground tunnels the mole people left.” “I was just a normal snake until the accident accrued.”

He likes to play with the humans that wander into the forest, takes too much pleasure in teasing those that accidentally follow him in too deep. He usually leaves them back where they came from but he has a knack for finding hunters before they get in far and leading them into traps before they can harm anyone.

Deceit is one of the only reasons Remus is tied with Roman for luring people into the forest.

He lives in an abandoned burrow deeper in the forest but he’s only ever in it when it starts getting colder, otherwise he sneaks into Virgil’s nest to nap in all his soft silks and furs.

(Fun dates include: Sunbathing, cuddling while wrapped up in his tail, Him occasionally threatening to eat you.)

#this au is based on the idea of someone falling into Virgil's nest and he's just like Lol #roman sanders x reader #remus sanders x reader #logan sanders x reader #patton sanders x reader #virgil sanders x reader #deceit sanders x reader #sanders sides x reader #tw spiders #tw cannibalism #tw death #Creature au #Please tell me if i should tag anything

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thecreaturecodex · 4 years

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Sahkil Tormentor, Kasadeya

“Empress Wasp” © deviantArt user MissJaimeBrown, accessed at her gallery here

[Commissioned by @echo-of-carcosa. Not going to lie, this one involved a lot of growing pains, but I’m happy how she turned out.]

Sahkil Tormentor, Kasadeya This lean woman is immaculately dressed and decorated, a vision of exquisite beauty. She would be perfect if not for the halo of wasps surrounding her body and the writhing and tunneling visible beneath her skin. The skin rents along her back, extending in four buzzing tendrils composed of vermin bodies held in a coherent shape.

Kasadeya The Queen Sangreal, The Royal Parasite Concerns industry, parasitism, seduction Domains Artifice, Charm, Evil, Nobility Subdomains Fear, Hubris, Lust, Toil Worshipers inheritors, moochers, vampires, vermin lords Minions fiendish spider eaters, hellwasps, sahkils Unholy Symbol a wasp whose body is an hourglass Favored Weapon light mace Obedience steal a small item or body part, such as a coin or a fingernail clipping, from someone without their knowledge or permission. Eat this item while meditating on how to extract more resources from this person. Gain a +4 profane bonus on Bluff, Disguise and Sleight of Hand checks

Kasadeya, the Royal Parasite, is the physical embodiment of exploitation. Her favorite order of the world is the privileged few feeding on the oppressed masses, both metaphorically and actually. Intensely vain, she can conceal her horrific appearance with illusions in an instant, and always tailors her apparent form as that of someone beautiful and powerful. She is a seducer and panderer of the first order, and directs her worshipers to be the same.

Kasadeya’s appearance may often seem frail and delicate, but she is a powerhouse in combat. She never travels anywhere without her scepter, which is in fact a rod of lordly might, and she favors the battleaxe setting in combat. The wasps that comprise her body can extrude into venomous tentacles, and create a cloud that drains the life from her enemies and transfers it to her. Despite their horrific appearance, her wasp appendages can trigger the nerves that cause pleasure, and those that survive her embrace claim that it is an intensely ecstatic experience.

Kasadeya rarely travels alone, and her retinue is comprised of dominated humanoids and monsters, allied sahkils, and vampires that covet her power. Vermin lords hold a special affinity to her, and she may have been their original creator. Those that succumb to Kasadeya’s charms may find themselves incubating a fiendish vermin lord in their body until it tears itself lethally free. Her worshipers include anyone that relies on charm and deception to make a living, or those that have come into vast stores of wealth without having done anything to earn it. Her cult helps to keep the huddled masses in their place at the bottom of the pecking order. Unsurprisingly, Kasadeya and Caracalla are allies due to their similarly toxic worldviews, and their churches often cooperate.

Kasadeya CR 24 XP 1,230,000 NE Medium outsider (evil, extraplanar, sahkil) Init +15; Senses darkvision 60 ft., Perception +44, true seeing Aura ravenous wasps (10 ft., Ref DC 36, 5d6 damage) Defense AC 42, touch 31, flat-footed 32 (+10 Dex, +11 deflection, +11 natural) hp 496 (30d10+330); fast healing 10 Fort +21, Ref +27, Will +28 DR 15/good and epic; Immune charm and compulsion effects, critical hits, death effects, fear effects, disease, poison, single target abilities, sneak attacks; Resist cold 30, electricity 30, sonic 30; SR 36 (41 vs. divinations) Defensive Abilities freedom of movement, nondetection, untouchable grace; Weakness swarm-like Offense Speed 30 ft., fly 60 ft. (good) Melee +4 battleaxe +41/+36/+31/+26 (1d8+13/19-20x3), 4 tentacles +34 (1d6+3 plus poison plus grab) Space 5 ft.; Reach 5 ft. (10 ft. with tentacles) Special Attacks ecstatic embrace, implant, look of fear (30 ft., Will DC 38) Spell-like Abilities CL 24th, concentration +35 Constant—freedom of movement, nondetection, true seeing At will—charm monster (DC 27), greater dispel magic, greater teleport (self plus 50 lbs objects only), reckless infatuation (DC 26), unnatural lust (DC 25), vampiric touch, veil (self only, DC 27) 3/day—creeping doom (DC 28), displacement, quickened dominate person (DC 28), mass suggestion (DC 29), mental barrier III, empowered mind thrust VI) (DC 27) 1/day—dominate monster (DC 32), overwhelming presence (DC 32), summon (9th level, 1 sahkil of CR 20 or lower, 100%), waves of ecstasy (DC 30) Statistics Str 25, Dex 31, Con 33, Int 30, Wis 32, Cha 32 Base Atk +30; CMB +39 (+43 disarm, grapple and steal); CMD 67 (69 vs. disarm and steal) Feats Agile Maneuvers, Combat Expertise, Combat Reflexes, Empower SLA (mind thrust VI), Flyby Attack, Greater Disarm, Greater Steal, Improved Critical (battleaxe), Improved Disarm, Improved Initiative, Improved Steal, Multiattack, Power Attack, Quicken SLA (dominate person), Stand Still Skills Acrobatics +40, Bluff +44, Diplomacy +41, Disguise +44, Fly +47, Intimidate +44, Knowledge (arcana) +40, Knowledge (engineering) +40, Knowledge (nobility) +40, Knowledge (planes) +43, Perception +44, Sense Motive +44, Sleight of Hand +43, Spellcraft +40, Stealth +43, Use Magic Device +41 Languages Abyssal, Celestial, Common, Infernal, telepathy 300 ft. SQ easy to call, expanded emotional focus, sahkil tormentor traits, skip between Ecology Environment any land or underground (Ethereal Plane) Organization unique Treasure double standard (rod of lordly might, other treasure) Special Abilities Aura of Ravenous Wasps (Su) As a swift action at will, Kasadeya can exude a cloud of wasps emanating 10 feet around herself. Any creature in the area takes 5d6 points of damage and heals Kasadeya the same amount. Excess hit points are gained as temporary hit points. This damage can be halved with a successful DC 36 Reflex save. Sahkils are immune to this damage. Kasadeya can use this aura a number of rounds per day equal to her Hit Dice (30 rounds), but does not need to expend actions to maintain the aura. The save DC is Constitution based. Ecstatic Embrace (Ex) A creature grappled by Kasadeya must succeed a DC 36 Fortitude save or be stunned with pleasure for 1 round. The save DC is Constitution based. Expanded Emotional Focus (Ex) Kasadeya includes charm and compulsion effects in the types of effects that benefit from her emotional focus ability. Implant (Su) As a full round action, Kasadeya can implant an egg inside a willing or helpless host. This host suffers no initial harm, but every 24 hours afterwards, takes 2d4 negative levels (Fort DC 36 halves). Once the number of negative levels reaches or exceeds the host’s Hit Dice, they are immediately slain, and a half-fiend vermin lord emerges from the corpse. A creature slain in this fashion cannot be returned to life except with a true resurrection, miracle or wish. This effect can be neutralized with a remove curse or break enchantment with a caster level check against the save DC, or with a miracle or wish spell without the caster level check. The save DC is Charisma based. Look of Fear (Su) 30 ft., Will DC 36, staggered and shaken 1 minute. The save DC is Charisma based and includes the +2 racial bonus from her expanded emotional focus. Poison (Ex) Injury—tentacle; save Fort DC 36; duration 1/round for 4 rounds; effect 1d4 Dex drain; cure 1 save. The save DC is Constitution based. Sahkil Tormentor Traits (Ex/Su) Kasadeya is a powerful unique sahkil. She gains access to the following abilities

Immunity to charm and compulsion effects, death effects, disease, fear effects and poison

Resist cold 30, electricity 30 and sonic 30

Telepathy 300 ft.

Kasadeya’s natural weapons, as well as any weapons she wields, are treated as epic and evil for the purposes of overcoming damage reduction

Once per day, Kasadeya can summon any sahkil of CR 20 or lower with 100% chance of success

Kasadeya can grant spells, as listed in her divine information

Swarm-like (Ex) Kasadeya’s body is a collection of thousands of buzzing wasps. She is immune to critical hits, sneak attacks and spells and effects that target a single creature. On the other hand, she takes 150% damage from area of effect spells and abilities. Untouchable Grace (Su) Kasadeya gains a deflection bonus to her Armor Class and Combat Maneuver Defense equal to her Charisma modifier.

#kasadeya #sahkil #body horror #commissions #pathfinder 1e

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vulpinmusings · 4 years

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Letters from Buxcord #6: Spiders-man

After two sessions of major character lore, we now present a more... typical(?) Monster of the Week adventure

Samantha,

I’m gaining a solid enough reputation that some of the local authorities have started turning to me for assistance when the mundane everyday of Buxcord gets disrupted by the uncanny.

Before I get to the real story, though, a quick update on my lost memory situation. I’ve hit a dead-end on fixing it myself, so I paid a visit to Madam Weaver to see if she could offer me any options besides hunting down Nollthep and beating him into reversing what he did to me. I encountered a minor repelling spell at the edge of the Weaver property, but it wasn’t strong enough to actually keep me from entering. Madam Weaver explained that it had triggered in response to the contract I made with the Faerie King, and the Madam expressed some pity that I’d gotten wrapped up with him. I did my best to assuage her worries that it would be an inconvenience, and asked her for help with my memory problems. She offered to contact somebody that she thought might be able to help, but it won’t be a certain thing because we don’t really know what Nollthep actually is.

Still, it’s progress.

Oh, and Madam Weaver also gifted me a pocket-sized book of combat spells. The spells aren’t a great fit with my Weave style, naturally, but they will serve in a pinch until I build my Cards back up.

On to the main event, then.

A bit over two weeks have gone by since Lea settled matters with her Fey roots. I got a call late one evening from Officer Weaver of the Buxcord Sheriff’s Department, asking for my input on a strange event. One of the sheriff deputies, Bizier, had not been seen for a few days and Lea had asked the sheriff to go check on the man. Officer Weaver wouldn’t tell me what they’d found, but she’d determined it was something best left to me.

As I approached the address Officer Weaver had given me, I happened to glance up and saw Lea flying overhead in the same general direction. Apparently the girl has been expanding her range of abilities, which should make her more of an asset in the future. When I actually got to Bizier’s house, Lea approached from a shadowed alley, trying to look casual, and I gave her some encouraging words.

Then Mr. Penn and his dog showed up, with the dog nearly colliding with the police car parked out front.

Officer Weaver was waiting just outside the house to grant me access, and she didn’t bat an eye when Lea and Penn made to follow me inside. It was immediately obvious why Weaver had decided to call me in: the sitting room was completely covered in layers of spider webs. The webs had a faint trace of magic that seemed similar to the energies of the local Fey Way, out of the various “flavors” of magic I’ve encountered so far. Lea managed to find some footprints in the webs leading to the window, which had been broken before being webbed over. Heading back outside, we found a trail of blood and broken webs leading into a stand of trees. After promising Officer Weaver that we’d handle the situation quickly and try to avoid civilian involvement, Lea, Penn and I set off in pursuit.

The trees were thick with spiders spinning webs as we tracked our target down, finally finding it in a small clearing where the spiders were thickest and had woven up a kind of den. Inside the den, we could see a humanoid figure completely wrapped in webs and with spiders crawling in and out of holes in its body. Lea somehow determined that the figure was Bizier, and she tried to speak to it. She got no response until she tried to get closer and stepped on some webbing and set all the spiders on the attack. The figure turned around, revealing an enormous funnel-web spider clinging to its face. I cast some fire, which started burning up webs just fine, but I had to struggle to maintain control of the blaze, and it did little to the spiders in any case. The little spiders started swarming up Lea, and in her panic her fey magic animated a tree which swatted her to the side in an effort to get the arachnids off her. Penn ran to her assistance, but tripped over something and had to fend off a spider swarm as well. I continued wrangling my own fire spell as Lea tried to climb up into her animated tree, only to collapse from some kind of fast-acting paralytic from a spider bite. Penn got himself clear and pulled out a mace, which he used to knock the big spider off the figure’s face and almost onto my feet. The big spider tried to flee, but I swept some fire into it path, so it whirled back around and spat acid at me. I wrapped it in a Tangler, and then realized that Lea was paralyzed and about to be covered in spiders again. I chose to go help Lea, which gave the thing that used to be Bizier time to grab the big spider and flee, taking its swarm with it.

Somebody must have noticed the fire, because a fire truck arrived shortly, along with Officer Weaver and the sheriff. I put Lea into the sheriff’s care, mostly so I wouldn’t have have to deal with his skepticism when I summed up the situation for Weaver. What would have been a quick report before resuming the hunt was delayed when Penn made a quip about getting a flamethrower and Officer Weaver had to determine whether or not he’d been joking. I’m still not sure.

The tracks were harder to follow, but they seemed to heading south-east, so Penn and I headed that way. When we reached the nearby park, Lea suddenly flew in, having managed to purge the paralytic from her system shortly after arriving at the hospital. Lea reported that while she hadn’t managed to spot spider-Bizier on her way back, she had gotten a glimpse of his aura heading southward and focused on locating his girlfriend. We made a quick sweep of the park before heading south again, ending up in the marshy woods around the bayou.

We wound up lost for a good while, I’m ashamed to admit. Something in that part of the bayou was just wrong, in a way similar to the necromatic power involved in the pig-mask revenant incident. The sheer force of the quasi-demonic magic in the area overwhelmed our ability to pick up the spider-thing’s trail again and… Well, curiosity got the better of us I suppose. Curiosity and the old Pragmagic stubbornness. We encountered a powerful repelling force, and I simply could not let that stand unopposed, although it hurt me to push through enough to get a glimpse at what was hidden.

There’s an island with a big cottonwood tree that just reeks of Bad News. A Problem for another day, or maybe somebody else.

I should be careful not to become too attached to this world’s issues.

Anyway, we managed to work our way out of the bad bayou zone, and Lea came up with the brilliant idea to call Officer Weaver and ask if she knew anything about Bizier’s love life – namely where the girlfriend could be found. Weaver claimed she didn’t know much, but she knew the girl was from out of town and so figured that if she was around then she’d be found at the hotel.

So that’s where we went, and found the lobby full of spiders. Two members of the staff had been attacked and guests were fleeing. I decided to give the spellbook Madam Weaver had given me a test run, picking out a wind-blast spell that sounded good for clearing the spiders away from their victims. It proved to be more than effective, as the blast squashed several of the spiders against a far wall. Penn produced some kind of flash powder that finished off the rest of the swarm.

One of the hotel staff – custodian by the uniform – was paralyzed, but the desk clerk was simply in shock, and she pointed us to the stairs when we asked if if anyone wearing a spiderweb suit had come through. We found webs on the railing leading up to the third floor, and right by the stairs was an open room with a screaming woman being menaced by spider-Bizier.

Penn whipped out a rope (that trench coat of his is surprisingly well equipped) and lassoed spider-Bizier around the neck, pulling it away from the poor woman. While the monster was off-balance, I swept in and plucked the big spider of its face, getting a face full of acidic spit for my trouble. I wrapped it in a Tangler again and stuffed it into one of Penn’s pockets for safe keeping while I ran to the bathroom to wash the acid off. Meanwhile, Lea tried to get Bizier to calm down as Penn tied him to the stair banister outside, but the thing Bizier had become wouldn’t stop struggling until Lea used her compulsion magic.

Lea and Penn got into an argument over what to do about Bizier. Lea wanted to try and save him, while Penn argued for a mercy kill. Once I’d finished washing my face off, I got roped in as mediator. After examining Bizier for a moment, I determined he was long past saving; he was just a walking hive of spontaneously-generating spiders at this point, animated only by the vaguely fey magic of the big one that I’d stuffed into Penn’s coat. Penn slammed the big spider against the iron stair railing, splitting it in half, and then threw the spider-hive over the railing for good measure.

The woman had fainted at some point during the fight, so we set her on her bed and then headed down to greet emergency services once again. After the acid damage I’d taken, I was feeling in need of some professional medical attention, I invited myself onto the ambulance that had arrived for the hotel staff.

The only thing that disappoints me about this little adventure is that I never had the chance to try and find where the spider had originally come from or why it had targeted Bizier. At this point, though, I don’t think it’s worth the effort.

-Ash

#MOTW #Vulpin plays

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Fanatics Adventures in Space Part 18

We check back on Devi, Tenna, and Skoodge in the Massive while Zim pursues Carcas. Previous! Next!

War Part Ten

Johnny and Kio run across the barren land back towards the city. While Johnny picks off Irken bits from his clothes, Kio calls Zim and the others.

“Everyone, check in,” she orders.

“Ack-can’t talk,” Squee squeaks.

“Little busy,” Pepito grunts.

“In the middle of something,” Gaz snaps.

“Have to focus,” Dib exclaims.

“I’ll call you back,” Zim snarls.

“Oh, stars,” Kio sighs with concern.

“What’s wrong?” Nny asks.

“It would seem the fighting started without us,” she replies.

“Are they okay?”

She hesitates for a second. “I have faith in their abilities.”

“That doesn’t answer my question,” Nny points out.

“I know,” Kio replies.

They continue running but as they enter the city, a jolt runs up Johnny’s spine. “Look out!” he shouts, shoving Kio out of the way of a laser blast.

She hits the ground and looks up, trembling as four heavily-armored Irkens carrying large guns hover around them with jetpacks.

“Irken Bounty Hunters,” she whimpers.

Without a word, the Irkens take aim. Kio quickly grabs a little device from her coat and dives in front of Johnny as she presses a button. The device creates a force field around them, protecting them from the laser blasts.

“Aren’t we supposed to be helping these assholes?” Johnny snaps as he draws his knives. “Why are they attacking us?”

“Irkens don’t care,” Kio replies, “they see all other species as either slaves or enemies. And we’re not kneeling to them, so we’re enemies.”

“Then why are we helping this worthless planet?” he barks.

She shrugs, sheepishly rubbing her horns. “I just wanna help the innocents.” Johnny’s anger deflates and he groans as he faces the Irkens. They’ve stopped firing and have landed in front of them, readying their guns again.

“Well, they aren’t innocent,” he points out.

Kio’s eyes darken. “No, they are not.” She reaches into her coat and pulls out a small metal ball. Just before the Irkens can begin firing again, she throws the ball to the ground and it explodes into a thick cloud of smoke. The bounty hunters immediately begin firing into the smoke but two figures burst out of either side. The bounty hunters split into pairs, each aiming at the figures before they realize they were both just humanoid shaped balloons; diversions.

The Irkens quickly turn back to the smoke as it dissipates to find Kio, aiming a large plasma cannon at them. It fires, blowing through them and most of the buildings behind them.

Kio sighs as she stands up and the cannon folds into a tiny square, which she slips back into her coat.

“Nice,” Johnny grins, giving her a thumbs-up. She smiles back gratefully.

Meanwhile, outside the Main Command Centre, Zim is having a face-off with Zinather, one of the Irkens responsible for giving him life; in other words, his father.

They glare at each other with similar pink eyes. Behind Zinather, Carcas glances between them, curious for a second, before leaping away.

“Hey!” Zim barks as the large alien bounds off the wall of the command centre and sails towards the nearby rubble of destroyed buildings. Zim starts to take aim with his spider legs when Zinather lowers his visor and aims his own gun at Zim. Zim reacts quickly and blocks the laser with a force field.

“What do you think you’re doing!” he barks, “he’s the one responsible for destroying the Irken planets! He’s trying to destroy Irk! Forget about me, get him!”

“My orders are to neutralize you,” Zinather replies, “it’s what the Tallest want.”

“Oh, fer- if the Tallest told you to fly into a star, would you?”

“Yes.”

Zim groans and pinches his forehead. “I don’t have time for this.”

He grabs his laser guns from his PAK and starts to take aim when something drops in between from the sky. They stumble away, taken aback, as the dust clears, revealing Mar in a tactical body suit, with a single goggle over her good eye and spider legs at the ready.

“Mar!” Zim exclaims.

She glances at him before facing Zinather. “Go on, Zim. Leave this to me.”

“But-.”

“Do as I say,” she barks then grins. “Go save our worthless planet.”

Zim stares at with surprise at first before nodding. His spider legs stretch out to the ground and toss him into the air, towards where Carcas ran off. Zinather lets him go, glaring at Mar.

“You expect me to fight a crippled retiree?” he scoffs.

“Deflect all you want, Zinather,” she smirks, “we both remember who had the better scores in the academy.”

Zinather growls and raises his rifle. “That was eons ago. And you’ve been out of commission for sweeps while I’ve loyally served the Empire.”

“Your loyalty blinds you,” she states, “while my decommission has let me see.”

“See what?”

“That there’s something very wrong with our empire.”

Zinather exclaims with offense and fires his rifle. Mar’s spider legs lift her out of the way and she charges him.

Meanwhile, Zim chases after Carcas. He can’t see him, but the large alien leaves a trail of dents in the buildings he climb with his giant fists. Zim is slowly gaining on him with his spry spider legs and as soon as he catches sight of him, he starts firing his guns.

The lasers brush Carcas’ shoulder. Snarling, he glances back at Zim before ripping out a chunk of stone from a building and whipping it at him. Zim narrowly dodges and continues firing.

Carcas pays no mind to the lasers as he runs along a wall, ripping through the stone. The building starts toppling behind him, cutting Zim off. His spider legs scale the side as it crashes into the neighboring buildings. He leaps over it, runs along the back, and continues chasing Carcas.

As he chases, a small communicator pops out of his PAK and into his hand. He barks into it, “Gir! Minimoose! Come to Zim!”

Meanwhile, out in space, Devi, Tenna, Skoodge, Gir, and Minimoose are quickly making their way through the Massive. It’s dimly lit and quiet, which somehow makes them even more on edge. But they soon come to an open doorway with light and Irken voices streaming out. They creep up and peek out around the corner.

It looks like all of the Massive workers have thrown a party in one of their break rooms. They’re hanging out, laughing, chatting, and eating snacks, enjoying their time off from the Tallest. None of them are facing the doorway. Skoodge motions for everyone to stay quiet and keep going. One by one, they slip past the doorway, until Gir starts to pass.

“Par-!” he starts to exclaim at the sight, but Devi grabs him and pulls him away, covering his mouth. Thankfully, nobody noticed.

They all sigh with relief and continue, Gir tucked under Devi’s arm.

“We’re almost to the power room,” Skoodge whispers reassuringly.

As promised, they soon arrive at a set of large double doors. Skoodge pushes the button and they slide open to reveal their goal.

It’s a ginormous power cell, the size of a skyscraper, towering well over them into the darkness of the dimly lit room. It glows a dim red and hums as power runs from it into the countless power cables that disappear into the walls. Devi and Tenna stare at it, mouth agape as they enter the room.

“The Massive Power Cell,” Skoodge states, “one of a kind, the most powerful power source in the galaxy, created for the sole purpose of powering the Massive.”

“Wow,” Tenna breathes.

“So how do we destroy it?” Devi asks.

“We don’t,” Skoodge says matter-of-factly, “only something with equal or more power could destroy it and nothing like that exists.”

“What!” Devi barks, “then what the fuck are we doing here?”

“B-because,” Skoodge whimpers, withering beneath her anger. “We may not be able to destroy the power cell but we can destroy the cables.”

Devi looks up at the many power cables and sighs, facepalming. “Jesus. Fucking lead with that next time.”

“But there’s so many of them,” Tenna points out. “Can we destroy them all?”

“Definitely not,” Skoodge replies, “as soon as we start the alarms will go off. I say we have about five minutes before the guards arrive but we’ll have to start our escape before then so let’s say about three minutes.”

“Fine,” Devi nods, “so how do we destroy them?”

“I’ll do that, you guys just keep watch.”

The girls nod and stand by the door while Skoodge’s spider legs extend from his PAK. They point at a grouping of cables and start to glow, but before he can fire, a communicator device on a metal arm pops out of the top of Gir’s head.

“Gir! Minimoose! Come to Zim!” Zim’s voice shouts out of it.

“Masta!” Gir exclaims, his voice muffled by Devi’s hand. His eyes suddenly turn red and he leaps out of Devi’s grip with ease before grabbing Minimoose and blasting down the hall before anyone can even figure what just happened.

The sudden noise from his rockets causes the alarms to go off. As the red lights flash in the walls, Devi, Tenna, and Skoodge only stare after him with bewilderment.

“Well, that cut our time in half,” Skoodge remarks.

“Quick!” Devi barks, “destroy something and let’s get the fuck out of here!”

Skoodge nods, charges his lasers, and fires. He blasts through a cluster of cables, then turns and destroys another. The cables are sturdy; his lasers are only able to destroy a couple within very close range.

They only have about a minute before Devi and Tenna hear rapid footsteps down the hall. Without wasting any time, Devi picks up Skoodge by the top of his head and they book it in the opposite direction.

“St-stop!” Skoodge exclaims, tucked under Devi’s arm. “Our ship is back that way!”

“Yeah, so is death!” Devi retorts, “we have to figure something else out.”

“Uh…I’ll call Nar,” he declares as he grabs a communicator from his PAK. “Nar! We need someone to pick us up quick!”

“Argh, I knew it!” Lard Nar responds, “I knew this was a terrible idea! Now you’re all in danger and Kio is gonna blame me when you all di-!”

“Nar!” Skoodge, Devi, and Tenna cry.

“Alright!” he shouts, “I’m sending over a ship.” “Meet us on the port wall!” Skoodge orders before returning his communicator.

“Where do we go?” Devi asks.

“Just keep going straight,” he replies.

Suddenly a small group of Irken engineers turn the corner up ahead, cutting them off.

“Ah turn!” Skoodge screams. Devi and Tenna take a sharp right down an adjacent hall as the Irkens give chase.

“Go through that door up ahead!” he demands. It opens as they skid to a stop in front of it and they race through some kind of rest room and out the door on the other side into another hallway. But the Irkens keep up with them.

“They’re gaining!” Tenna yells frantically.

Skoodge wiggles out of Devi’s arm and climbs up onto her shoulder. His spider legs extend and take aim at the wall.

“Brace yourselves!” he cries before firing, blasting a hole through the wall. Immediately, everyone gets sucked out into space. Thankfully, Devi, Tenna, and Skoodge are all wearing vacuum bubbles, keeping them from suffocating, unlike those poor, unprepared engineers.

Skoodge’s spider legs quickly wrap around the girls and create a force field bubble around the three of them, protecting them from the iciness of space. They all look around for a second, wondering what to do next, when a Vortian shuttle approaches. The hatch opens and catches them.

“Woo,” Tenna sighs with relief as Skoodge retracts his spider legs and they all fall unceremoniously onto the floor of the shuttle.

Nar turns in the control seat and looks at them judgementally. “Please tell me you at least accomplished something.”

“We did manage to cause some destruction,” Devi replies, “thanks to Skoodge.”

“Aw, well, I did what I could,” he shrugs humbly, “actually if you guys didn’t come up with the idea, I never would’ve thought to do it…or had the courage to.”

“Wild cards,” Nar muses.

“What?” Tenna questions.

“Nothing,” he replies then asks, “wait a minute, where’s Gir and Minimoose?”

“That is a great question,” Devi comments.

Meanwhile, back down on Irk, Zim is still in hot pursuit of Carcas. Despite the Xylaxian’s best attempts at knocking Zim away with large rocks, the lithe Irken keeps on him. However, he can’t get any closer.

He spots something flying through the sky, zooming right towards him, and grins.

“Ha!” Zim booms, “think you can outrun me? Well, what about my robo-.”

Before he can finish, Gir and Minimoose knock Zim off his spider legs and to the ground far below. Carcas is a little taken aback by the sight but continues.

Zim grunts in pain as he bounces off the cement but quickly sits up and looks around for Carcas. However it’s too late; he’s already gone.

“Dammit!” Zim barks, punching the ground. “Gir, why did you knock me down?”

“Masta!” Gir cries with elation and hugs Zim’s head. Minimoose squeaks and nuzzles under his chin. Despite himself, Zim’s frustration withers away.

“Alright, alright. I missed you too,” he grunts, “I’m still upset though.”

Unbeknownst to them, a nearby figure with two robots of his own watches the adorable reunion. Grinning, he lowers himself from the side of a building with his metal tentacles.

“You must be Zim,” he says as he approaches.

Zim immediately jumps to his feet, aiming his guns at the mysterious Irken.

“Easy,” he says, hands raised. “I wanna help.”

Recognizing Civ and Viv at the Irken’s sides, Zim lowers his guns and looks at him with surprise.

He grins and bows his head respectfully. “I am Rory.”

#invader zim #invader zim fanfiction #johnny the homicidal maniac #johnny the homicidal maniac fanfiction #iz jthm crossover #my ocs #my art

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Female! arachnid lover

A new story about another OC I made in art class. I loved how she turned out in my story, and I hope you do as well!

Warning: Cussing, sexual content

Female reader X Female Monster

It’s a late night for me, since I usually get home around 5:00 not 10:00 pm when everything's pitch black. I tried to explain to my boss that I was running late this morning because our bus got a flat tire. He of course, thought I was lying and told me I was to stay longer at the restaurant to make up time. Asshole. It's cold since its September in New York city, and I wait patiently for my bus to arrive. I stand their for about a half an hour before I realized my bus should've shown up 20 minutes ago. I sigh, knowing this is going to be a long night for me. I walk to my home while the wind is blowing harshly against my skin, turning it red. I go through a shortcut in an alleyway to get out of the aggressive winds and let out a long breath.

“Jesus, i'm going to freeze out here...” I say quietly to myself, and before I can keep walking I hear a loud thunk. Turning my head to the noise, I see a trash can lying on the ground. At least it's not someone with a knife, but since it did kinda freak me out I keep moving.

For the rest of the way I look behind me repeatedly, making sure no one is following. As I see my small house on the corner of the next street, a half bitten apple rolls out in front of me. Startled and confused I look down to where it came from, and I freeze. There in the middle of a dark street I see a strange figured person. The upper part looks normal enough, but below the waist I see six legs. Not just any legs though, spider legs. I see all of them move her upper torso to the next trash can on her right, and with her two arms she digs through it. I want to run away so badly, but my legs feel frozen. I try to think of something fast before she sees me, so I crouch and waddle to the nearest bush. I almost regain some of my nerves before my jacket pocket starts to vibrate. Ring, ring; and I know that my phone making the noise. Shit, I curse internally and stumble to get my phone to shut up. When I finally do, I feel my flight response kick in and get up to run away to my home. I turn around, and I see the strange figured person right in front of me. I shriek and fall to the ground, making as much distance between me and this weird thing. It walks toward me though and grabs my arm, and I feel for certain I must be dead already. I get ready to be killed by this monster until it makes a hearty laugh. “Damn, I must of freaked you out!” it chuckles continuously, then lets go of my arm. I stare at it wide eyed, shaking like a leaf from its four red eyes looking at me. I feel my blood rise to my head, and I start to get faint. “Guhhh..” I groan, and before I can fall again flat on my back, the weird creature wraps its arms around my waist. “Whoa! easy it's alright, I won't hurt you.” While looking more closely at its face, I see Its indeed a woman, and with her two hands she lays me down on the edge of the sidewalk and crouches down next to me. “What, what, are you!?” I scream, she backs away but stands her ground. She seems stressed out and rubs her hand on her neck, but sighs while looking at the ground. “I'm...not from this dimension. I didn't mean to freak you out, so just pretend you didn't see me alright?” she starts to walk, well, crawl away from me but I stand up to block her. “Just tell me, are you real?” I inch a little closer, and muster up enough strength to touch her light bluish skin. It feels cold to the touch, but its solid meaning i'm not losing my shit. She backs away, making me recoil my hand at the same time. “Yes lady i'm real! Jeez, calm down a little?” she brushes off her arms and continues to walk away. When she is about to disappear in the darkness I yell out to her one last time. What's your name, if you have one?” the spider lady turns and smiles a grin full of sharp teeth at me, but I hold onto her gaze. She shrugs, turns away while saying, “People call me Vile.” That's the last thing she says to me while clearing out of my sights once and for all.

For the next few days I am still shaken by her appearance. Vile, she calls herself, said that she was from a different dimension? I continue to think of her at home, and while at my job wondering if I will ever see her again. After about several days after seeing her, I start to think maybe I was just really, really stressed out and made up an illusion in my head to cope. I decided the best course of action should to rest for the weekend by watching Netflix and eating food. After my shift on Friday, I head straight to my house to get ready to relax. As I enter my home and shut the door behind me, I hear my refrigerator open. Startled I race to my kitchen and see the lady. she drinks my entire milk container and when she's done with the whole thing, she turns to look at me. “Yo, took you long enough, was wondering when you come back.” Slamming the refrigerator, she moves her half spider body to my table, looking at me patiently to sit. I put my bag down slowly, and get in my chair across from her. I gulp down my anxiety while keeping my eyes cast down to the table. I'm not sure what to say, so I just sit there silently, hoping she won't eat me up. “Hey, come on I thought we were past this lady, you don't need to be so scared.” I look up to her face, seeing her four red eyes and black hair. I study her for a moment, realizing that even though she is really different from an average human, she looks pretty much human if you count out her four eyes, light blue skin and her lower half body being a spider. I clear my throat so I can speak to her properly. “I’m sorry, I’m just not used to seeing a woman look like...you I guess.” I tap my foot on the ground, realizing that sounded pretty rude to say. On the other hand though, Vile just shrugs and smirks at me. “It's alright, I get that humans from this dimension don't usually see arachnid people here.” I look up while trying to piece this all together. “Dimension? Your saying those are real!? You also said Arachnid people, what are those?” she looks exhausted but straightens up her back and put her arms behind her head. She goes on explaining to me that yes, dimensions are real, and that arachnid people are a humanoid race of spider and scorpion people. She lives in a world were creatures that we humans thought was myths and legend, are actually quite real. I am speechless the entire time and can’t believe that creatures like her really do exist in a different universe. After awhile though, she gets fed up with my questions and start to ask me some instead. “Aren't you wondering why i'm here lady? you haven't even asked me yet.”

I realized that she’s right, I was too caught up in the moment I didn't ask why the hell she is here even! I feel so dumb but speak up now. “ Yeah, w-well, why are you in my house?” Vile lets out a small laugh and rolls her eyes. “Well, since you asked me now, i’m here to live with you! I feel like she threw a rock at me. I get up and try to think if she really just said that. “Your joking right? You are literally a Giant blue spider woman! Vile goes on to explaining that it won't be forever, just until her friends send out a rescue portal to get her home. I kept feeling hesitant and kept telling her this was the wrong place to stay at, but she tells me that she has no where else to go. I finally decided since it was just the two of us, it could work. I put down some rules of course, telling her what she could, and could not do. We finished our arrangement that night, and weirdly enough this is how my day off ended.

Waking up the next morning I thought everything was just a dream still, but seeing Vile at my table made me realize this is still reality. I walk toward her and see she is looking at a photo of me and my mother, before she passed away. “You and your mom huh?” she says casually, and I nod while taking a seat right next to her. Oddly enough, I don't feel too afraid of her anymore since she made it clear she would not hurt me. I speak back to her curiously, “What about you Vile, do you have a mom?” she looks at me and back at my photo. “Yeah I did, before I ate her.” “WHAT?!” I scream backing away, but Vile just burst out laughing. “I’m kidding!” she gets up and puts her arm around me, bringing me close to her face. I can hear my heartbeat pound in my chest as I look into her eyes. She smirks and puts her cheek to my cheek and starts to rub them together. “W-what are you doing..?” I say while trying to keep my composure. “I'm trying to calm you down, love.” she says quietly back, and I hear her make a low purr noise while guiding her hands to my waist. Even though she is a big spider lady, I do find her kinda cute and even attractive. She has sharp features and beautiful eyes. Trying though to stop myself from becoming embarrassed I distract myself. “Well umm, is your name really Vile? That seems like a harsh name.” I blabber out, and she stops purring and pulls away a little to look at me. “Well, people I see on a daily basis call me Vile, but my birth name is actually Violet.” I look down and bring my hand to my chest. “Violet..” I mummer and I nod my head. That sounds like a nicer name then vile I think to myself, and I bring my other hand up to rest it on her cheek. Startled she looks at me wide eyed, but I smile to reassure her. “Did you have a hard childhood Violet?” she looks at me dumbstruck at my sudden question, but sighs and looks away. “I mean, being a giant spider lady and all, you could say people thought I was more dangerous than friendly.” she laughs halfheartedly and looks at me again. “To be honest with you, I felt really bad for scaring people. After awhile though you start to believe them when they say you're just a vile creature.” Her face looks very distant from me, but I understand what she means. Even though you might not be a monster, you will be called one if you intimidate others. Feeling very sorry for Violet, I bring her close to me and embrace her. She doesn't refuse and puts her arms around me as well. “Sorry to make this a sad moment for us.” she says bitterly but I shake my head. “I wanted to know more about you Violet, and even if you are from a different dimensions, I don’t want to feel like a complete stranger with you.” I feel her tighten her grip on me and start to purr again. Just from her reaction, I can tell she hasn’t touch another living soul for a long time now.

After a couple of more days of getting to know each other, we realize we have some common interest in certain things. She likes to read books as do I, go on camping trips, and have more alone time then being around other people. As we become more close with one another, she start to touch me more and even cuddle next to me on the couch. At first, I was a little startled by her neediness for physical affection, but soon started to enjoy it as much as she did. Her type of race properly likes to touch each other a lot I think, so I didn’t ever turn her down when we held one another. One night in particular, I was sitting at my desk reading a book while she came up behind me and wrap her arms around me. “Are you enjoying the book?” she whispers into my ear, and I feel myself shutter from the closeness of her. “Ah, yes I am.” I manage to mummer back, and before I could ask her if she needed anything I feel something wet go down my neck. I get up suddenly from the sensation and turn to face violet. She comes up to me and licks my cheek and neck again. “Hey, what are you doing?!” I stammer, and before I could react any further she has me pinned to the wall. She looks at me heatedly, and begins to run her hands down my chest and stomach. I let out a small grunt as i feel her hands slip down my pants. I look at her flabbergasted and worried by her sudden change in behavior, and before she could keep continuing she stops suddenly. She blinks her eyes a couple of times, and looks at me. Suddenly shocked, she pulls her hand out of my pants and backs away to the corner of my room. She is panting and looking scared as her hands shake uncontrollably. Concerned I start to walk toward her but she shouts. “Stay put! Please..” I stop dead in my tracks as she bolts out of the room. That night I find her on my rooftop looking at the stars. I saw her head outside earlier and was worried, but she didn't go far thankfully. I climbed up and stared at her for awhile, wondering what i should say or do. “I can smell you.” I hear her say, and before I could speak back she stands up and crawls toward me. “Here.” she offers me her hand, and I take it as she brings me up close. We walk to the middle of my roof in silents, and sit down looking up at the stars. After a minute or two, I manage to muster up enough courage to speak. “Violet, are you alright..what happened?” she doesn't look at me, but takes a deep sigh while still looking at the stars. I scoot next to her more closely, until i'm an arm length away. She finally looks at me. “I..feel attracted to you is all, and it's hard for me…” she trails off looking at her hands and making a fist with them. I put my hand on her shoulder, she stiffens but does not reject me. “What is it violet? Tell me.” she bites her bottom lip and turns to face me once again. I feel her hands creep up to my face, and she brings me closer to her. I don't protest and lean into her hands as she brings me closer up to her face. There she finally moves her lips to my ear and whispers. “I can’t control myself when i'm around you, I-I want you now.” she then pulls away from me and turn her head to the side. I sit their on my knees for a moment, realizing she just confessed she wants me to be hers. Feeling my head go fuzzy, I shake it off and put my hands on her face this time. I don't let her pull away or speak, as I cut the distance between us with a kiss. I can feel her sharp teeth on my lips, but I can tell violet is being gentle to not bite me. As our kiss deepens I feel her hands go up my shirt, feeling my soft skin to my bra. I moan a little as she moves over me and put her other hand down my pants, rubbing my sensitive spots already. She runs both her hands all over me, until finally she removes my bra and panties off my body. I feel her sharp fingers go between my folds slowly, and her other fingers grabbing my breast. I am beyond sensitive now when she removes her tongue from my mouth and trails it down to my thighs. I gasp and shudder as she slowly moves her lips meet to my heated core, and emerge her tongue into me. We make love on the roof that night very heatedly for the next couple of hours. When we finally finished, she carries me down in bed and lays right next to me. I drift off to sleep, not before hearing her murmur, “sweet dreams, love.” The next morning I wake up to feel her body next to mine and sigh. “Good morning my sweet.” She whispers into my ear, and I turn around to kiss her. We stay in bed making love once again and when we’re both exhausted for the second time we head over to the kitchen. Their, I make us breakfast and we talk about what will happen when her portal arrives to take her home. “I won't leave you, my love.” she says warmly and kisses my fingers, but I know that's not a good idea. “Violet, you can't stay here in my dimension. You know this.” We sit for a moment in silents until I come up with an idea. I don't know if it will work, but I should at least ask. “Violet.” I mummer and she looks at me sadly. I grab her hands while I speak. “Take me to your world with you.” I close my eyes, waiting to hear the answer to my request. I hear her sniff and sob a little before she speaks. “Are you sure you want that? You would come with me?” Violet through her tearful eyes, look at me astonished. I nod and I keep her hands in mine, knowing I would never let her feel alone again.

#monster lover #reader/monster #monster x human #monster girlfriend #exophilia #arachnid lover #spider lady #interspecies couple #interspecies romance #female reader #female monster

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Don’t Starve: Sick, Webber

Warning: Small mentions of vomiting in story

It all started when a spider dropped a skull one morning.

A skull.

Of all things it could have dropped, it dropped a skull.

And not a human skull. Oh no! Well, it looked human enough, but it also hairy and had spider legs coming out from beneath it. Yuck. Still, for some reason, Willow pocketed the skull along with all the spider glands and made her way back to camp.

Wilson was in his little science section of the camp when Willow returned, tinkering away at the alchemy machine. She could see he was deeply concentrated on the device, and (by whatever force that worked in this strange place and possibly for her own twisted amusement) for some reason she placed the skull on top his strange hair, tying it down with the black wild curls to keep it in place, and walking away with a smirk.

Somewhere close to lunchtime, Wilson let out the girliest scream she had ever heard.

(She almost snorted up the food she was eating from laughing so hard.)

“WILLOW! WHAT DID YOU DO?! WHAT DID YOU PUT IN MY HAIR THIS TIME?!” Willow cast a smirk over her shoulder, smiling at the panicking scientist.

“What? You don’t like the effort that I put into making you look better?”

“PUTTING SOMETHING IN SOMEONE’S HAIR WITH WHATEVER GRIZZLY THING YOU PUT IN IT DOES NOT MAKE ANYONE LOOK BETTER! ESPECIALLY MINE!”

“I don’t know. I think it suits you.” Willow (deciding to be merciful to him) walked over and untied the skull from Wilson’s hair and showed it to him.

Wilson, who had be moments away with freaking out, stopped short in whatever he was going to say and stared at the skull Willow held in her hands. “… What… in the name of science… is that?”

“A skull.” Willow plopped it into his hands. “A spider dropped it when I killed it.” And with that she turned on her heel and left poor Wilson with the spider skull.

Wilson was a curious guy.

That Willow knew all too well.

The guy just tended to study whatever new thing that crossed his path and forget about the world (and chores) around him.

Now, Willow was an understanding person (most of the time) and she was very patient (sometimes) in waiting for Wilson to be done with whatever had caught his attention. After all, she could barely understand what the crazy man was doing half of the time when he was focused on something.

Although, she never knew that the guy could be sentimental over a skull and be so depressed over it.

Until he pointed out that the skull was the size of a kid.

(That was going to give her nightmares. And proved how much of a jerk Maxwell can be.)

Willow really had no words to say once Wilson went over all the aspects and skull development to confirm that it was a kid’s skull. She… well she felt bad, but at the same time she really didn’t know how to feel about this. Sure, it was a skull of a small child but… she didn’t really know the kid. And she saw skeletons nearly every day (thanks a lot Wilson), so she… didn’t really know how to feel.

“Wow. Just… wow.” Willow shook her head, putting away the kabob (suddenly not feeling very hungry anymore) and hugged Bernie close to herself. “Are you uh… are you sure that’s a kid’s skull? It could be a spider skull.”

Wilson shook his head. “No. The structure of the skull is clearly human.”

“Then how do you explain the legs?”

Wilson was silent a moment before sighing and shaking his head and headed towards their supplies.

“Whoa, whoa wait! Where are you going?”

“To bury this skull.” Wilson pulled out a shovel from one of the chests. “I… it’s just… it feels wrong studying it further when I know it’s a…” He exhaled deeply, visibly distraught and shaken. “I’ll… I’ll be back later.”

“You want me to tag along?” Willow stood up, ready to follow Wilson. But he simply shook his head.

“No, no. I think I’ll be fine. It’ll be a quick short trip to the graves and back. Nothing to bother yourself with Willow.” Wilson smiled at her, (a sad, sad smile) and waved goodbye.

Willow gave a little wave, hugging Bernie closer to herself. She knew she could trust Wilson to be alright on his own (even with the Meat Effigy up as a precaution), but she still felt uneasy whenever he went out on his own.

(She still had nightmares about the hound incident playing in her mind at night)

But she had to remind herself that Wilson was a prime expert in surviving on his own. (Sometimes.) She knew she shouldn’t worry over him all the time. She knew he was capable of taking care of himself. He had been more careful since the ‘incident’ and managed to avoid death and close calls. (Not as much as she would like, but at least she knew he was being more careful now.) She could trust him not to get into any trouble without her…

Until lighting flashed across the sky along with a loud thundering BOOM that made her jump.

Somehow she figured it was Wilson’s fault since there wasn’t even a cloud in the bright afternoon sky.

And was confirmed when he came back later just as she was about to go looking for him… with a very large creature on his back.

“Willow! Willow put down that spear! Put-Put it down! Th-there’s no need to get so hostile!”

“NO NEED TO GET—?! WILSON PERCIVAL HIGGSBURY DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT’S ON YOUR BACK RIGHT NOW?!” Willow pointed at the said thing with her spear. The same thing that was being shielded by Wilson who refused to let her come near with a weapon pointed at the creature in hand.

Wilson cringed (due to her using his full name or the spear being very close to his face, she didn’t know nor care) and backed away further from her advances. “Look! You don’t understand! I know this looks…” He cast a glance at the thing. “… Questionable. But I assure you that I have very good reasons for this!”

“Oh You BETTER Have A Good Reason To Bring Back A Large SPIDER!” She pointed an accusing finger at the spider.

Said spider was large. Very large. Larger than all the normal spiders she’s seen so far, but it still was a spider. And spiders needed to be crushed.

Wilson glanced at the spider, frowning deeply. “Wellll… it… may not actually be a spider.”

“Wilson. It’s hairy, black, eight legs and eyes so I’m pretty SURE THAT’S A SPIDER!”

“NO! No! Listen to me!” Wilson was pressing against a tree now, the spider pinned between him and nature. (Willow wanted so badly to yank Wilson away and set the tree ablaze along with the creature he had brought back.) “Okay, YES. They do have some… ‘aspects’ of a spider.” (She gave him the ‘Really?’ look.) “But I don’t think it’s just a spider!”

“Yeah. It’s A MONSTER!”

“No! Willow! I think… I think…” He glanced at the spider, pity forming in his eyes. “… I think… I think this may be a child.”

“… What?”

Wilson really had no idea what happened.

… Okay, so he may have a tiny bit of an idea of what happened.

The details were a bit vague, but what he did know was that as soon as he found a suitable grave and buried the skull, lighting suddenly struck the grave just as he finished patting down the last bit of dirt, almost giving Wilson a heart attack right there and then.

Instantly his mind concluded that it was Maxwell’s fault (as it always has been for a while now), until the dirt of the grave started moving. Instinctively Wilson jumped back and pulled out his spear, pointing it at the ground and readied himself for an attack.

His grip on the spear tightened when a black hairy limb emerged from the ground, clawing at the dirt flailing about. Wilson almost threw the spear at the limb right then and there.

Until he heard someone whispering for help.

“… h… hel… lp… help…”

Now, Wilson knew this place was full of dangerous thing. Plenty of dangers that he had observed (and died from) in the past to know to be cautious of anything new (despite his curiosity getting the better of him many times) could be a possible threat. He knew he wasn’t just going to help something that could possibly kill him in the end. He wouldn’t!

“… mo… mommy…”

But this was just a onetime thing.

Tossing the spear away and getting on his knees, Wilson dug away at the earth with his hands (since he accidentally tossed his shovel away when he was given a fright earlier thanks to the sudden lighting) as fast as he could. He didn’t have to dig very far in before the rest of the limb’s owner emerged from the loosen soil gasping for air and hacking up dirt from their mouth.

When Wilson saw what he had dug up, his first thought was SPIDER! and jumped back in alarm before he noticed more of the spider’s body.

Mostly how humanoid it looked.

Wilson stared in shock as the spider pulled themselves out of the ground more once they could breathe, pulling themselves weakly out of the grave. Of all the spiders Wilson had seen, this one was certainly by far the strangest. It looked like a spider, but its body was also that of a human, albeit still hairy and black like a spider.

“Fascinating.” Wilson whispered, getting closer to the spider and looking it over. “Aren’t you just an interesting specimen?” He poked it gently, still uneasy and wary in case it jumped and attacked him. “Are you some sort of evolved species of spider or—”

The spider shivered, letting out a rough dry cough.

And then it spoke.

“… w… wh-where am i…?”

Wilson stared in shock. A humanoid spider. That had the capability to speak?! This was by far the most interesting thing he had encountered so far!

“Y-Y-YOU CAN TALK?! Y-You can! That’s bloody BRILLIANT! That’s! This is incredible! A different species that can speak human langue! Aside for the pigmen, but still incredible! Wait, are you friendly? Hostile? Neutral? How many fingers am I holding up? Can you see all the colors or just a set amount? Can you see? How old are you? When did you learn the capability to speak? Are there more of you? What does your species call themselves? How did you get in that grave? Why where in that grave? Are you related to the ground spiders by chance? My name is Wilson P. Higgsbury by the way what’s yours? Do you have a name? How—”

The spider let out a round of dry coughs, cutting off Wilson’s spiel. It rose shakily on two arms (or at least what Wilson could assume were arms) and groaned, holding their midsection as their face twisted in pain.

Before Wilson could say anything, the spider made an odd noise. A noise Wilson recognized immediately and backed away as the spider convulsed and retched whatever was in their stomach onto the ground. He winced, disgusted at the sight as the spider dry-heaved and vomited again.

When the spider was done, it went still for a moment. Then its shoulders started shaking and Wilson heard the sound of… crying?

Yes. The spider was defiantly crying. Which was… surprising.

Wilson wasn’t sure if spider’s had the capacity to cry, but here was one right before him crying like a small… child…

He looked at the grave, then back at the spider. It was slowly starting to click in his head.

“H-Hey.” He scooted closer to the spider, reaching out a shaky hand, touching the spider’s arm. The spider jumped from the contact, suddenly realizing that Wilson was there and backed away with clear fear on its face.

“S-Stay away!” It croaked. The voice sounded rough and scratchy, but undeniably young.

“It’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you.” Wilson held up his hands, staying right where he was so not to spook the spider child (good science this was a spider child) and kept himself calm. There was no reason to scare the kid as he (was the child a he? They’re voice sounded like a male but it was kind of hard to tell…) was now. “I just want some answers. Do you think you can do that for me?”

The spider child rubbed the pair of bigger eyes, looking around with confusion. “W-Where am I?”

“Currently, we’re in a forest.” Wilson answered, keeping his voice steady. “I don’t know where exactly we are. I’ve been trying to figure that out myself.”

The spider looked at him, sniffing. “… Do… do you… know where my mommy is?”

Wilson cringed. “… No. No I do not. I’m not sure where your mother is.”

“Wh-what about my daddy?” The spider child looked at him pleadingly. “Do you know wh—” A round of harsh coughs cut off his sentence, and his arms gave out.

Wilson, with quick reflexes, shot forward and caught the child before he hit the ground (and the vomit) and felt his forehead (minding the small eyes that blinked weakly at him). A hum of concern emanated in Wilson’s throat, not liking the warmth the spider child was giving off. “You’re sick.”

“M not.” The spider child weakly replied. But Wilson wasn’t convinced in the slightest when they coughed again.

“No, you’re clearly sick.” Wilson helped the spider child to his feet, keeping him steady. He frowned deeply. The spider child was breathing rather heavily, barely able to stand up on his shaking legs, and his body was giving off quite a lot of heat. “You can’t even walk let alone barely stand on your own.”

He glanced at the ground, cringing at the sight of bail. (Though now that he got a good look at it, it seems his new friend was on an empty stomach.)

“Right. I think its best you come with me for now.”

“no.” Wilson blinked in surprise, looking at the spider child questionably. “m-mommy… mo-mommy says i’m… n… not to… follow st-st… strangers…”

Wilson couldn’t help but smile a bit. “Well, in other situations, your mother would be right. However, this is not the case. You’re sick and I want to help you get better.”

“w-why?”

Wilson paused. That… was a good question. Why did he want to help this child spider he just met? It was odd, if not very questionable behavior on his part. They had just met after all, and he still wasn’t sure if this spider child was hostile or not.

Looking at the spider child, he could see that they were fighting to stay awake. Six of their eight eyes were already almost shut.

“… Because you need help. And it wouldn’t be very gentlemanly of me to leave someone in need. Especially if they are a young child.” Wilson answered honestly. (Plus, he was still rather curious about this spider being and wanted some answers. But he could get that after the poor boy was feeling better.) “My base shouldn’t be too far away from here. Do you think you can manage walking there?”

The spider child blinked sluggishly at him, looking down at his feet and tried lifting one leg up… and collapse against Wilson.

“… I’ll take that as a no then. I guess I can carry you back. The base isn’t too far away, and you don’t look that heavy to carry… Oh!” Wilson slapped his head. “I haven’t introduced myself properly yet! My name is Wil…” Looking down at the spider child, Wilson’s words died in his mouth. The spider kid had fallen asleep against him.

“… Well, resting is recommended to get better.” Wilson sighed, maneuvering the spider to his back and lifting them up carefully. The child mumbled something, pressing their face against the back of Wilson’s neck before going still again. He smiled, making sure he had a good hold on the child and made his way back to camp.

… Though for some reason, he felt like he was forgetting about something.

“Yeah. Me.”

Wilson cringed. “R-Right. Again, I apologize for coming back without thinking about how you would feel towards this… situation, Willow.”

“Situation? Wilson, you just told me that that… thing used to be the skull I found earlier today?!” Willow pointed at the spider, which was now off of Wilson’s back (thank goodness) and laid out on a straw roll.

Wilson shot a glare at her, looking very offended. “They’re not a thing Willow! They’re a living being! A sick one at that I might add.”

“Wilson, it’s a spider. It’s a hairy, black, eight legged spider. And you just brought it back to our base because you felt bad for it despite the fact that once you get it to full health, it’ll just kill you like all the other spiders in this horrible place!” Willow ranted, throwing her hands up in the air.

“He won’t do that Willow.”

“And what makes you so sure?! It could be another trick by Maxwell! Did you even stop to think about that?!”

Wilson opened his mouth to retort, but closed it with a look of realization. He looked at the spider, frowning a bit before sighing. “Hadn’t thought of that.”

“Of course you didn’t.” Willow sighed, rubbing her face. Silence hung around them for a while, the air feeling heavy with doubt, worry, and uncertainty. Finally, Willow stood up, picking up the spear (noting how Wilson flinched a little and moved closer to the spider) and pocketed Bernie. “Look. I’m just going to go check on the rabbit traps. Just… think about what you’re doing, okay? It’s good that you want to help… them. But you really have to think it about the consequences before you do something.”

Wilson stared at her a moment before giving her a small playful smile and tilting his head a little. “And where would the fun be if I didn’t take the risk?”

Willow gave him a flat look, pointing to the Meat Effigy set next to his tent (and not the one next to hers). “Gee, I don’t know Higgsbury. You must really think death is fun in risk taking.” Taking a small pleasure in seeing the scientist cringe, she turned on her heel and went off.

(While slightly hoping that Wilson would listen to her.)

The spider was still there when she came back.

(Of course it was.)

And Wilson was still sitting next to it keeping an eye on it. And not. He had a sheet of papyrus in his hands, writing something down on it with feather pencil, looking up once in a while to look at the spider before writing down something else. He gave her a little wave as she approached.

“Are you studying the spider?” Willow asked in disbelief, hands on her hips and tapping her foot in disprovable.

Wilson stopped jotting down whatever he was writing, looking rather sheepish. “Yes well. I don’t really know how well I can treat a sick spider. Never had to before now. Thought it might be best to keep some notes just in case.”

Willow sighed and rolled her eyes, but let Wilson be with his new friend.

She had more important thing to worry about anyway.

Willow had to admit, she never thought that Wilson would devote so much time on something else other than science. Yet day in and out, Wilson kept an eye on the spider, mentoring their health and studying them.

He was devoted to the spider so much that he skipped out on eating (as he normally did) quite a lot. If Willow hadn’t felt nice (and worried about him) she would have left him to starve. But, she didn’t. She wasn’t like that. So she made sure to cook enough for both of them and shove his share in his hands so he would at least remember to eat. (And to shave often so he wouldn’t get heat stroke in the summer heat.)

It wasn’t till she came back from Gobbler hunting that the spider woke up.

Well, not exactly awake. They were still quite out of it and could barely make any legible sentences (but at least now she believed Wilson when he told her it could talk). It fell back into unconsciousness soon after.

Still, it made Wilson happy to know that there was some progress with the spider.

“Stop calling him the spider Willow.”

“Well what do you want me to call him then? It’s not like they have a name.”

“I’m sure they do. Just, calling them the spider doesn’t seem very fitting.”

Willow paused in hanging up a slab of meat, giving Wilson a small glare. “And what would you call them then?”

“Nothing.” Wilson huffed, studying the weird web beard the spider started growing around day three. “Not till I know their name so I can properly address them.”

Willow rolled her eyes, getting back to her task. “Whatever you say ya dork.” (She hadn’t smiled in a while, but the glare she could feel him giving her made it worth it.)

The spider finally woke up one morning.

The same morning that Wilson (after countless sleepless nights of watching over the spider until she had enough and shoved him in his tent) was fast asleep in his tent, leaving her to be there when the spider opened its eyes and sat up.

Willow instantly tensed, sitting up straight as the spider got up and looked around. Eight eyes landed on her, and she really regretted letting Wilson take her spear away. She still had her lighter. She could still set the spider on fire if it did anything.

It blinked at her a bit. Then it yawned and rubbed its face. “Morning…” It (he, as Wilson kept reminding her) said groggily.

“… Uh… hi.” Willow waved awkwardly, not entirely sure what to do. She still wasn’t sure what to make of the spider. Wilson had assured her that he was (60%) certain that the spider was harmless, though she still had her doubts.

The spider blinked open their eyes again, looking around the camp. He took in his surroundings, looking at every item that they (mostly Wilson) had built here. They looked back at her, tilting their head curiously. “… Where… am I?”

Willow felt even more awkward. “W-Well, this is a base. A summer base. It’s a temporary place me and Wilson stay during the summer when it gets hot out an—” Willow stopped short, suddenly realizing that she was giving away too much information.

The spider didn’t seem to notice her cutting her sentence off. Instead it (he) focused more on its (his) white beard that grew on its (his) chin. “What’s this white stuff on my face?” He fiddled with the ends.

“I… don’t really know. Wilson thinks it might be a beard. Made out of webs? I don’t know. Wilson would probably know more than me.”

“More than what?” As if on cue, Wilson popped his head out from his tent, yawning while rubbing the sleep out from his eyes (his hair even more ridiculous than before).

“Oh good you’re awake! Guess who else is up!” Willow, glad for the distraction, pointed to the spider.

When Wilson turned his tired eyes on the spider, he smiled and waved. “Oh, good morning. Finally awake I see.”

The spider waved back a little. “Hi…”

“Well that’s some good news.” Wilson stepped out of his tent, stretching out his back. “I was worried that you might never wake up.” He went over to the spider, sitting down next to them. “Now then, how do you feel? Any pain? Nausea? Headaches? How’s your temperature doing? Do you feel hot or cold? Do you see any blurriness in your e—”

“Hey genius, I think you should slow down with the questions and let the kid answer!” Willow cut off Wilson’s brigade of questions, saving the poor spider from assault of a thousand questions.

Wilson shot her a look. “I’m just trying to know if he’s suffering from anything else Willow.”

“Yeah, well give him a question at a time. He just woke up.” At that, the sound of a stomach rumbling caught their attention. The spider wrapped his arms around his mid-section, looking rather sheepish.

Wilson’s brows shot up into his wild hair. “Ah! Yes! Food! I almost forgot. Wait right here. I’ll be back with something for you to eat.” Wilson got up and went to the crock pots, mumbling something under his breath as he started putting in ingredients.

Willow rolled her eyes, smirking a bit. It was good seeing Wilson doing something other than focusing on one thing all the time. Even if it was good intentions to help some over grown spider… speaking of which. “Hey, kid.”

The spider blinked, turning their head towards her.

“You got a name? Or should we just call you spider?”

“Willow!” Willow only shrugged as the spider looked down, playing with its (HIS) web beard again.

“… I don’t know my name.” They finally said after a while. “I-I know I have one but I… I don’t remember it?”

“So, do you have a name or not?” Willow leaned her head against her hand.

“Willow don’t be rude. He probably has some amnesia.” Wilson came over with two stacks of waffles, handing one to her and one for the spider.

The spider tilted his head, looking at Wilson questionably. “What’s am… amn… amnesha?”

“Amnesia is what you call when someone losing some or all of their memory.” Wilson clarified, sitting down next to the spider again, rubbing his chin. “Though, if you can’t remember your name, then it’s going to be quite troubling to know what to call you.”

“Me mould musm smim miff mimmef.” Willow, mouth full of waffles, suggested.

“Willow don’t talk with your mouth full, it’s a choking hazard. And we’re not calling him spider. We need to give him a proper name to call him.”

Willow swallowed her meal. “Well, what do you want to call him then?”

Wilson hummed, looking at the spider child, who was nibbling on a waffle, looking at them up and down. “Hmm… well, it has to be a good name. One that’s easy to remember…” He snapped his fingers. “I got it! Jason Mickharing Tesaverse Esquire!”

… Willow threw her plate at his head.

“OW!”

“We are not calling him that.”

“It’s a good name!”

“It’s too long genius! Think of something shorter!”

“Okay, okay. Uh… Thunderaidium?”

“Too long.”

“Einstein?”

“Ein—what?”

“It’s short of einsteinium. A chemical element of—”

“Who would name anyone after an element?”

“Plenty of people would!”

“Yeah well it’s not happening!”

“It’s a good name!”

“I don’t want to be named after an element…”

“Ha! See?”

“Whatever! Uh… James P. Sullivan?”

“No, feels like someone else’s name.”

“… Eh, you’re right. Umm, Berry?”

“What?”

“Well he looks like a Berry.”

“We are not calling him that! Plus he doesn’t look anything like a berry!”

“Ugh! Fine! Uh, Will Jr.?”

“NO.”

“NiGHTS?”

“I feel like you worded that in a weird way, but no.”

“Silky?”

“Mmm, close. But still no.”

“Ironwood?”

“Okay you’re being ridiculous now!”

Wilson glared at her. “Well if you don’t like any of my names, then why don’t you pick one then?”

“Gladly.” Willow sat back on her log, looking at the spider carefully. If she was going to name something, it would have to be better than Mickharing. Something that really fit well with the spider.

She eyed their head, limbs, eyes, just anything that could give her something to work with. Her eyes landed on the white beard on the spider’s face, covered with crumbs from eating the waffle. It wasn’t like Wilson’s own beard when it grew out. It was silky and smooth looking. Not like Wilson’s rough and scraggly bread when it grew out. But then again being made out of web instead of hair helped with that.

Web.

Beard.

Web beard.

Weeeb beearrd.

Webbeard.

Web…

“Webber.” Willow smirked, crossing her arms. “Let’s call him Webber.”

The spider, Webber, blinked and looked at her in surprise. “Web… ber?”

“Yeah. Webber. Kinda like web and beard smashed together. Your beard’s made out of webs so why not?” Willow smiled in triumph as Webber (it really fit them) smiled back and nodded his head.

“Yeah. Yeah! Webber! I like it!” Webber smiled, giggling a bit. It was… kind of cute.

“… I thought Jason Mickharing Tesaverse Esquire was a good name.” Wilson sighed unhappily.

Summer past quickly, and soon it was autumn.

A wonderful time of the year to gather food, hunt Gobblers, burn down trees, and gather anything that they need to survive winter. Willow wasn’t sure how seasons worked in this place. Time seemed to pass by quickly in this place then in the real world. (Or wherever they were.)

“Miss Willow! Miss Willow!” Willow turned around as Webber bounded towards her with something following after him. “Look what I found Miss Willow!”

“Webber, I told you. Willow is just fine.” Willow couldn’t help but smiled as Webber stopped in front of her, bouncing in place with a huge smile on his (oddly creepily adorable) face. She looked down beside him at the strange creature. “What is this?”

“I don’t know! But he keeps following me around! Watch!” Webber run off, quickly being followed by the strange orange creature that bounded after him. Webber laughed as he ran circles around Willow, the creature not far behind him.

“Well, it looks like you made a new friend Webber.” Willow giggled a bit as Webber’s laughing was getting contagious. “But why is it following you? Do you have something that it wants?”

Webber stopped running. “Mmm… Oh yeah! This!” He pulled out something that made Willow do a double take. It looked like a bone… with an eyeball on top. It blinked at her. (Creepy.) “He sort of popped up out of nowhere and started following me after I pick this up! It’s kind of creepy!”

Willow hummed, holding out her hand. “Webber, can you give me that for just a moment?” Webber obliged, handing her the bone. She held it up for the creature to see (if it had eyes) and started walking. Immediately it followed after her. “Huh. Guess this little guy follows whoever is holding this bone.” She stopped, kneeling in front of the odd panting creature.

“Does this mean we can keep him?!” Webber asked, bouncing on the spot.

“Hang on Webs. We should probably let Wilson see him first just to be sure it’s safe enough to keep.” Willow patted the creature’s head. She had a feeling that it was passive enough not to be dangerous, but she knew Wilson would want to study this thing before giving the okay.

In the distance, an explosion went off.

The two looked to the distance where the base laid, seeing a large smoke cloud rising up towards the sky.

“… After he comes back from the dead.” Willow sighed.

#don't starve #Wilson P. Higgsbury #willow #webber #sick fic #chester

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