Soon enough, Y/N and Spider-Man realized there was no alternative but to pursue the Green Goblin through the wormhole, its swirling, prismatic vortex a chaotic display of distorted light and shadow. The portal's edges shimmered with an unnatural glow, humming like the breath of some ancient, otherworldly creature.

Before stepping into the unpredictable maelstrom, they paused to exchange goodbyes with Peter Porker—better known as Spider-Ham—the unexpected and endearing pig version of Spider-Man. Despite his quirky appearance, Spider-Ham's earnestness shone through as he offered a firm hoofshake to both Y/N and Spider-Man.

"Don't let that goblin get the upper hoof—uh, hand!" Spider-Ham quipped, his snout twitching with an impish grin.

Y/N chuckled despite the tension, though her stomach twisted with anticipation. She cast one last glance at the serene farmland bathed in golden sunlight. This fleeting calm would soon be replaced by the chaos of the unknown. "Stay safe, Spider-Ham," she said softly, feeling the weight of the multiverse pressing on her shoulders.

As they turned to face the wormhole, Y/N felt a familiar pang of unease. Traveling through these rifts was an experience she hadn't grown accustomed to, no matter how many times she had braved them. The swirling vortex seemed alive, its spiraling currents tugging at the edges of her perception. The air felt thick and electric, sending a shiver down her spine. Her instincts screamed against stepping into the unknown, but she swallowed her fear, steeling herself for what lay ahead.

"I can't believe I still haven't gotten used to this," she muttered, her voice edged with trepidation. Her hands flexed nervously at her sides, as if bracing for a physical blow.

Spider-Man, standing confidently at her side, turned to her with a reassuring smile visible even through his mask. "It's always weird," he admitted, his voice light but steady. "You'd think being Spider-Man would make this easier, but nope. Hang in there—we've got this. Together."

Buoyed by his confidence, Y/N exhaled deeply and nodded. "Together," she echoed, her determination solidifying.

With one last glance at the peaceful, sunlit world they were leaving behind, they stepped into the wormhole.

The transition was instantaneous and utterly disorienting. Y/N felt as if her body was simultaneously being stretched, compressed, and turned inside out. Colors and sounds folded in on themselves, blending into a kaleidoscopic cacophony that battered her senses. Her heart pounded, her stomach churned, and for a fleeting moment, she lost all sense of direction. Up, down, forward, backward—it all became meaningless in the vast, turbulent expanse of the wormhole.

But through the maelstrom, she focused on the steady presence of Spider-Man beside her, his silhouette a beacon of stability amid the chaos. Her resolve hardened. No matter how disorienting or perilous this journey became, she would follow him, and together they would stop the Green Goblin's sinister plans. The multiverse depended on it.

SCENEBREAK

Spider-Man and Y/N stumbled out of the disorienting swirl of the wormhole, their footing unsteady as they landed in a world unlike any they'd seen before. The air here felt heavy, charged with an unsettling energy that made Y/N's skin prickle. Around them loomed towering skyscrapers of sleek obsidian and steel, their facades glowing faintly with a pulsating, alien light. A perpetual twilight bathed the city, casting everything in an eerie, dreamlike haze.

Y/N barely had time to process the strange, foreboding landscape before Spider-Man gasped sharply beside her, his posture snapping to full alertness. "What the—"

The words were cut short as a weighted net shot through the air, striking with precision and wrapping around him in a tangle of reinforced cords. The material clung to him, crackling faintly with an electric charge that rendered his superhuman strength useless.

"Take her too!" barked a deep, commanding voice, roughened with malice and dripping with familiarity. The sound sent a jolt of recognition through Y/N's body, her pulse quickening. She spun toward the source of the voice, her eyes locking onto a figure emerging from the shadows.

The man was as menacing as he was unmistakable. Gleaming metallic arms extended from a harness strapped to his back, their jagged edges flexing and curling like the claws of a predator. His red goggles glinted ominously, reflecting the dim light of the strange cityscape as he fixed his cold gaze on them.

"Doc Ock," Y/N whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. The infamous Doctor Octopus—one of Spider-Man's most relentless foes—was here, and he was clearly prepared for them.

Before she could react, another net was launched in her direction, its trajectory too fast to dodge. The impact hit her like a coiled spring snapping loose, the weight of the net driving her back a step before she was completely enveloped. The cords constricted tightly, their electric hum resonating through her body and robbing her of the strength to fight back.

She struggled, twisting against the restraints, her breaths coming in short, panicked bursts as she tried to claw her way free. But the material held fast, unyielding to her desperate attempts. Spider-Man, still ensnared in his own trap, shouted something—a warning, perhaps—but the sound was drowned out by the metallic clank of Doc Ock's mechanical arms as they struck the ground like thunderbolts.

"Not so tough now, are you?" Doc Ock sneered, his voice low and mocking as he loomed closer. His goggles gleamed like twin embers, and the air seemed to grow colder with each step he took.

Y/N barely registered his taunt before a sharp, sudden blow struck the side of her head, pain exploding behind her eyes. The world spun wildly out of focus, the city's alien skyline dissolving into a haze of muted colors and indistinct shapes. Her strength ebbed away, darkness creeping in at the edges of her vision.

The last thing she saw was Spider-Man struggling against the net, his muffled shout echoing in her ears as everything went black.

SCENEBREAK

Y/N's senses returned slowly, like fragments of a broken mirror coming back together. The cold, unyielding stone beneath her back bit into her skin, anchoring her to the harsh reality she'd awakened to. Her head throbbed with a deep, pulsing ache, the lingering aftermath of the blow that had rendered her unconscious. She blinked against the dimness, the cavern around her coming into focus—a vast, echoing chamber carved by time and nature, lit only by an eerie bioluminescent glow that danced along the jagged walls.

A heavy, suffocating presence filled the air, pressing against her chest as she struggled to sit up. Her gaze traveled upward, and she froze. Towering above her, like a force of nature made flesh, was Godzilla. The faint blue of his dorsal plates pulsed faintly in the low light, an ominous rhythm that seemed to echo the beating of her own heart. His massive form cast a shadow that swallowed the cavern whole, and his glowing eyes pinned her in place, radiating an intelligence and intensity that belied his monstrous appearance.

"Awake at last," he rumbled, his voice a deep, guttural growl that seemed to resonate from the very core of the earth. The sound vibrated through the cavern, filling every crevice and threatening to drown out her thoughts. "You keep ignoring me, Y/N." His tone was steady, almost conversational, but there was an undercurrent of something sharper—disappointment, perhaps, or frustration. "It's not good for your mental health. You've gained a few lightning powers, but that's nothing compared to what I can offer you."

Y/N's breath caught in her throat, her pulse quickening. Godzilla's words struck a nerve, dredging up memories she'd tried to bury. She pushed herself up onto trembling elbows, her body still sluggish from the blow and the lingering disorientation. Her gaze locked with his, and for a moment, she saw not just a towering behemoth but a sentient being with an agenda, a purpose as monumental as his size.

"Just give yourself up," Godzilla continued, his voice softening slightly, though it lost none of its weight. "You did so for Indy—why not for me?"

The mention of Indy sent a jolt through her, cutting through the haze of confusion like a blade. The flood of memories was almost too much—her alliances, her losses, the choices that had brought her to this point. She gritted her teeth, her chest tightening as she struggled to find her voice.

"Because I lost Venom, thanks to you," Y/N finally said, her voice cracking under the weight of emotion. She forced herself to sit up fully, her hands curling into fists at her sides. "I can't go through that again. I can't lose myself, not again." Her words were raw, heavy with a pain she hadn't allowed herself to express until now. She turned her gaze away from him, the flicker of vulnerability in her eyes quickly replaced by steely resolve.

Godzilla's nostrils flared, and a low growl rumbled from deep within his chest, reverberating through the cavern like distant thunder. "I am not a monster," he said, his tone sharp and commanding. His glowing eyes narrowed, their light intensifying as he leaned closer, his massive frame casting her deeper into shadow. "Venom was a parasite, feeding off your essence and leaving you hollow. You underestimate your own potential." His words were laced with a strange mixture of admonishment and persuasion. "You're not better off rejecting what you could become if you embraced your destiny."

Y/N's jaw clenched, her heart pounding as she met his gaze once more. The power radiating from him was palpable, suffocating, but she refused to let it break her. "I know the danger of losing who I am," she said, her voice steady despite the turmoil swirling inside her. "Of becoming something I don't recognize. I won't take a path that leads me away from who I need to be."

She pushed herself to her feet, standing defiantly in the shadow of the towering titan. "I can't accept your offer to take my place as your successor."

Her words echoed through the cavern, hanging in the heavy air like a challenge. Godzilla studied her for a long moment, his gaze unreadable. The pulsing glow of his dorsal plates slowed, their light dimming slightly as his growl subsided into silence.

"You are stubborn," he rumbled, almost to himself. "But perhaps that is why you survived when others did not."

Y/N stood firm, her breathing steady, her resolve unshaken. She had made her choice, and no amount of power—no matter how immense or enticing—could sway her. Whatever lay ahead, she would face it on her terms.