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CH06:  ON THE VERGE
OF DEATH !
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WARNING & NOTE: Hobie
can actually feel what the reader is feeling cause they're both connected with they're spidey-senses. this chapters includes heavy mention of blood and trauma. viewer discretion advised.

NEW JERSEY
EARTH-8507

You make it through the portal and hit your head on the corner of a rock, wincing as you did. you know that was gonna leave your head bleeding.

Wait..why wasn't Miles with you? where were you? wait, no no— this is New York. it has to be.

You web through the buildings and all you could hear was Miguel's voice— he just continued to call you a mistake regardless. maybe he was right.

Meanwhile Hobie climbed inside your now empty room, he was confused when he hadn't seen you. but he did hear your moms panicked voice outside the door.

A sigh escapes him when he leans against the wall, hugging himself as he looked at the photo of you and him on the mirror.

It was raining down hard, and the wind that was blowing against you made it worse cause you couldn't see. but it didn't matter— you were going to do your own thing.

No more Hobie.

No more spider society.

No more heroic attempts.

No more friends.

And no more home.

Just you.

As you swung into your room you landed on the soft carpet of the floor, you smiled from the familiarity of what home felt like and it made you happy.

'I'll make you both pay...everything you took away from me, will be taken away from you too'.

'[Name], you aren't ready for the real world'.

'And who gets to decide that? me or you?'.

'You're already dead'.

'I love you'.

The door opens and you already know who it is, hopefully your mom. and it was. but she had a..shocked look on her face?

"[Name]?" she says In disbelief, her eyes widening in shock. "No, no. it can't be." a tear falls from her eye.

You stand up quickly and put on your hoodie, smiling slightly as you hide the spider symbol on your suit.

"No." Your mom says while stepping forward, you were three inches taller than she was. her hands were shaking as more tears fell from her eyes, like a waterfall.

"Hey mom! is now a uh, bad time?" You asked quickly, "I like— really, really want to hug you."

Your mom steps forward and pulls you into a tight hug, "No..this can't be possible." she says. you didn't hear cause it was muffled in your hoodie.

You rub a hand through her hair as you placed your chin on her head, swaying her gently as you felt yourself tearing up too.

"I'm home, mom." You said. but she then grabbed onto you tightly, "Whoa- since when did you—"

"You shouldn't exist. you shouldn't be here." Your mom says quickly, her tone shaky.

You pull away from the hug and kneel down to her level, "Mom? what do you mean? what are you saying?" you ask her.

"..You shouldn't be here, no, no." She kept muttering over and over again, this makes you stand up. "Mom- mom, speak to me." you say, "calm down please."

She walks out of the room and you follow right after her, "Mom! what do you mean? tell me what you mean." pleading with her wasn't gonna do anything.

"What happened to your hair? you always had it cut short." Your mom says while clutching her chest and walking inside the kitchen.

"Mom, my hair has always been like this. what do you mean?" You ask rather quickly.

Hobie puts on your hoodie while slowly standing up. suddenly, his spider senses go off. his heart started beating fast, his hand shaking.

he runs over to your drawer and opens it quickly, he sees the text messages your mom has been sending and they all seem worried.

"Mom are you okay? tell me you're okay!" You shouted slightly. she turns to you while heaving heavily, she cups your cheek and brushes some hair out of your face.

Hobie then realizes..."They're in the wrong universe." he mumbles to himself.

Then the front door opens, he prepares to tell your mom the worst that she doesn't want to hear.

Hobie places his hand on the doorknob before opening it slightly, he walks inside the living room seeing your mom searching for you.

"Ma'am?" Hobie says in a polite tone. ready to tell her the worst.

You stood there following your mom before stopping her, "Listen mom. I'm just gonna straight up tell you right now. I'm..I'm-" you paused before turning to her.

"What? you're what?" Your mom asks while still tearing up, "I'm..." you unzip your jacket. "I'm spider-man/woman." you answered.

Your mom stares at you for a second before she shakes her head, "this is how I know this isn't you [name]..who's spider-man/woman? there's no such thing here." she says.

"What do you mean? I'm spider-man/woman." You stated. she shakes her head tearfully.

"No, no. you aren't." Your mom says while shaking her head, you grab onto her wrist, shaking her slightly.

"Yes I am! I am! stop saying that. mom are you okay?" You asked in a shaky tone. "No, no you aren't!" she shouts once more.

"Stop! you have to calm down, what is wrong with you?!" You say, "Mom calm down! you need to stop! I'm you're child! and I'm telling you I'm—"

"YOU WANNA KNOW HOW I KNOW MY CHILD ISN'T SPIDER-MAN/WOMAN? CAUSE MY CHILD IS DEAD!" She shouted. this causes you to freeze in place as you slowly let go of her wrists.

"They're dead! they've been dead since last year!" Your mom continued to shout.

She then buried her head in your chest as she continued to sob, you were dead? no, it couldn't be.

You wrapped your arms around her and held her close. "Mom, I-" before you could finish you started glitching.

Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree
I travel the world and the seven seas Everybody's looking
for something ♪

That song..you would remember that song anywhere. the same song you and your dad would sing started to play.

Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused ♪

Turn it off.

"I- I gotta go." You say while pushing yourself away from your 'mom'. she looks surprised and grasps onto your wrist, "Wait! where are you going?" she asks in a worried tone.

You yank your wrist out of her grasp and run out the apartment and upstairs to the roof, going to get some fresh air.

"[Name]!" You heard her shout but you ignored it.

Hobie's spider sense starts to go wild and he clutches onto your jacket tightly, he could see the panicked look in your mom's eyes.

The spider that bit you..

Wasn't from your dimension.

Instead, it was from earth 8507. so you weren't mean to get bit, at all. that was a mistake.

That machine, didn't send you home.

The door to the roof top opens. you slowly turn around and locked eyes with a dark figure. this catches you by surprise but the figure holds up they're hands showing they mean no harm.

"You feelin' ight?" the person asks while extending they're hand, hoping you'd shake it.

MEANWHILE
ON 1610...

Hobie guides your mother to sit on the couch next to him. "I just invited myself in inside the window, you know how it is." he chuckled slightly.

"I actually don't. but you're always welcome to come through the door, Hobie." Your mom says while chuckling, "Where's [Name]?" she asks.

Hobie stares down at his lap, his leg bouncing up and down nervously before he says anything. "Um.." he trails off.

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"Yo, we gotta hit the road. they waitin' on us." The dark figure says while staring down at you. who was this?

"Come on." The person yanks the back of your hoodie and guides you back downstairs.

"Uhm- okay." You reply and follow the unknown person down the steps, carefully watching as they're hair swayed in the night.

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Hobie placed a comforting hand on your moms shoulder as she tried to hold back her tears, "Trust and believe when I say..most of my inspiration comes from [name] a lot." he explains.

"I can see that." She chuckles sadly and then notices he was wearing your hoodie and bracelet, "Hm. you both seem to be awfully close." she says with a raised eyebrow.

Hobie was quick to cover the brace with with the hoodie's sleeve, "Yeah. 'bout that— [name], they uhm..they left." he blurts out.

"What?!" Your mom says, jumping up and letting the tears fall. "Don't panic! don't panic. Ima get them back. I promise." Hobie says while walking over to her, taking her hands in his.

"Is it something I did? what did I do?" Your mom asks quickly, "No! No. it's nothing you did alright? it's what I did. I should've never lied and told the truth. Mrs.[L/N]— I understand if you hate me but you gotta see it the way I see it." he says.

"Hobie, I know you care about [name] and I do too. but, why would they run away and not tell me anything?" your mom asks tearfully, "It's not like that. they've been through so much and expected to be accepted by a bunch of randoms who are just exactly like them and I know how that feels. I get it. but they wanted the truth from someone they loved." Hobie exhales.

"I'm gonna get them back." Hobie says and places the hood of your hoodie over his head, stepping back and walking towards the door.

"Wait, Hobie?" Your mom steps forward and grabs onto his wrist, "yes, ma'am?" he replies.

"Tell them that they're grounded for a year and the year after. and tell them...tell them I love them." Your mother says and eventually lets go of his wrist.

"Will do, ma'am." Hobie says before opening the door before pausing.

"And one thing [name] had taught me? there's the greater good in everything." Hobie said before finally walking out the door and shutting it closed behind him.

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Once you make it into a parking lot you noticed how everything was quiet. a cold breeze came through which made you shiver a little.

The dark figure slowly turns towards you, "you cold or somethin'?" they ask in a thick accent, there voice raspy and rough.

"Just a little bit." You answered in reply while coughing slightly, "Mm. that's unfortunate. just gonna have to deal with it." they whisper, you notice the small scar on they're lip but they quickly covered it with they're mask.

You turned to the figure and see a bright light, but it suddenly fades away as they side eyed you.

"Pretty people like you shouldn't just be wanderin', but don't worry. you ain't gon be here for long." The figure says but before you could reply a sharp right hook was thrown to your face making you pass out.

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END OF CHAPTER SIX