Okay, folks, let's run this over one last time, shall we?

A comic book was thrown onto the void of pitch darkness, the cover showcasing a boy gracefully posing with webs surrounding his figure. His suit consisted of pink and green with some heart designs sneakily designed on top whilst the webs almost seemed like elegant ribbons.

Your name is (Y/N) Kanroji. You were bitten by a radioactive spider and for the past year, you have been the one and only Spider-Man. Think everyone else knows the rest. 

You fight a bunch of bad guys, save the city, nothing too special.

After all the crime fighting, you like to go snag some mochi's for yourself or even like to visit the stray cats and feed them. You try your hardest in classes even though you don't really need to, but you want to do it anyway.

Seems more like fun that way.

Everything seemed swell for you.

But unfortunately, you couldn't save your best friend, Kyojuro Rengoku.

After that, you just save everyone else. Of course, his passing completely wrecked you for weeks, but you knew moping around wasn't going to do anything. Kyojuro wouldn't want you to be down in the dumps when others needed your protection.

After all, you're Spider-Man.

The city needs you.

And you can't let him down.

"You know, for a kid, you're really intimidating!" You yelled out, gracefully evading attacks from the current villain that was terrorizing Queensokyo. This was not how you planned out your afternoon to be.

You practically rushed to the scene in a hurry, having to ditch Shinobu from your daily hang-outs with her. You felt awful that you kept ditching her for this, but you'll make it up somehow.

You always do.

She never seemed to mind anyways, but you did have to be a bit more subtle considering she seemed to be suspecting your weird behavior every time there was a new villain on the loose.

Zohakuten clicked his tongue in annoyance, gritting his teeth. He was getting more and more irritated by the second with you. "Shut up, you shameless tramp!" He insulted, shooting another attack at you with his wooden tentacle.

"I TOLD YOU TO STOP CALLING ME THAT!" You retorted back, screeching with offence. This kid has such a foul mouth, it honestly made you appalled when he first called you such a filthy name. 

You yelped when you dodged an attack in the nick of time, slinging from a web and landing on a metallic surface.

Catching your breath for a few seconds, you couldn't help but groan a bit behind your mask.

Sometimes, being Spider-Man was such a draining job. Your sweet break time was interrupted when your spider senses started to go off like crazy.

Hopping off from the surface to avoid getting struck, you stuck to the wall, mapping out your surroundings.

If you went left, you'll most likely get flung onto the floor... but if you went right... No, that's way too risky.

Your head was filled with all sorts of possibilities, trying to weigh out each option in just one second. Although for some reason... was it just you, or did everything seem to be much higher than before?

Your masked eyes widened once you caught onto the strange sensation. You started to slip off the wall, a large galactic hole began to suck you in quickly as if you were caught in some quick sand.

Your hands gripped onto the flat surface, trying your best to pull yourself out but even with your unusual brute strength, it was completely useless. With a yelp, you slipped as the rip in space swallowed you whole before popping away from existence, looking as if it was never there in the first place.

Zohakuten's wooden tentacle shot onto the wall, trying to attack where you once were but was instead parried by the surface. He blinked, his brows raising a bit in question as he stood there dumbfounded.

Where did you go?

You were endlessly falling through the void where you were sucked in.

Having no laws of gravity applied anymore, you were practically flailing around like a hysteric madman. Your screams were morphed into glitching, having your whole form fail on you like a computer crashing its system.

You were too panicked and hung up on trying to save yourself that you didn't have enough time to notice all the strange spider webs in the endless galactic place. 

You felt yourself get sick with how much you were spinning around, your hands clasping up to cover your masked mouth to prevent your stomach barfing out all the mochi's you ate earlier.

A screech left your mouth as you were thrown into another portal, only this time the environment was completely different. Noticing how you were soaring through the air like a sonic boom, your body immediately reacted before going into the right stance.

Time was a bit strange, the sky changing from morning into late afternoon in a split second as all the screens and technology re-winded quickly. Grasping onto a headlight, your hands gripped the metal bar tightly.

Acrobatically swinging around the pole, once enough momentum was let loose, your hands lost gripped before you swung yourself forward to land somewhere safely.

Well... "safely" was a bit of an understatement. You miscalculated where you were supposed to land, causing to lose your footing and stumble onto the rough concrete.

Groaning a bit, you lifted your face off the ground, chest heaving heavily from the experience you went through. Your brain short circuited, trying to reboot itself from the past events you just went through.

Shaking your head to sooth the massive headache you were experiencing, your hands supported your body as your shaky legs lifted yourself up. You were still a bit shaken up from the experience, but now was not the time to panic.

Wobbling towards the edge of the roof, you were able to notice that something was most definitely not right.

The lenses on your mask squinted a bit, due to your own brows behind the mask knitting with confusion. Everything seemed about right like at home, but where was the Tokyo tower? Where were all the yummy udon restaurants you feasted in?

Question after questions kept piling on, giving you more and more evidence about your suspicions.

This was not Queensokyo.

Sure, it looked like New York, but not the New York you grew up in.

Noticing something from the corner of your eyes, your attention shifted elsewhere. On the big screen you were gazing upon, the moving pictures showed the current news flashing on the pixelated atoms.

It was a masked figure swinging from each building, holding a civilian safely tucked under his muscular arms. Cocking your head to the side, your eyes skimmed over the headline, trying to get more context of the situation.

One word made you pause instantly. Your eyes widened at the big bolded text.

SPIDER-MAN

That one singular word all together made your breath hitch. So that masked heroine was you? No, it can't be you. You were somewhere else at that time, you were sure of it! Plus, your suit didn't even look like the one you designed.

All of this was making your head spin. You felt sick to the core. This was way too freaky for you, surely there has to be an explanation to all of this. You were barely hanging on the thread of sanity as all of these mind boggling events were destroying your braincells.

Surely this was all a dream... right? 

A gasp slipped from your lips.

Both your ring and middle finger were tightly pressed onto your web shooter, your other free hand tightly gripping onto your forearm.

The silky substance was left forgotten, laying flat onto the floor underneath you as the web was entangled with the other silk.

Two pairs of eyes stared right into each other, the lenses of their suits blown wide open.

She panted softly, just as speechless as you were.

All of a sudden, both of your senses went haywire. Your eyes flickered and fluttered at every buzz, the girl in front of you mimicking your actions. The tingling sensation slowly died down, reverting back to your bated breaths.

Honks of cars and commercials with synchronized breathing were filling up the tense air.

The two stayed put, not daring to make another move.

The masked girl slowly raised a hand up, signaling that she won't shoot. Catching on, you nodded hesitantly, your own hand releasing your forearm with a shaky exhale. She raised her hand up to her mask, fingers grasping onto the rubber material.

You followed her move, swallowing a lump down your throat while doing so.

In a split second, a soft gasp was released.

Both masks fell onto the ground, pooling around your feet. Gorgeous sapphire eyes locked onto shimmering (e/c) hues. The pairs blinked, getting lost in the pools of the respected colors.

In one single breath, a sentence was spoken from each other.

"You're just like me." 

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