For a split second, everything around him became a blur of colors and shapes, as if he was hurtling through space and time. He felt weightless, as if he was floating through a series of webs, moving faster and faster with each passing moment.

Suddenly, the portal spat him out with tremendous force, and before Y/N knew what was happening, he found himself hurtling through the air. The world around him was a chaotic blur, and he could hear the rush of wind in his ears.

"Ahhhhh!" Y/N yelled as he hurtled towards a building, crashing harshly into it, he tried to shoot a web to stop his fall, but couldn't concentrate enough to do it.

Y/N groaned in pain, adjusting himself slightly as he composed himself. Looking around, he realized that he was still in New York.

But something seemed off.

"What the hell?" Y/N asked, squinting slightly out of disorientation. Y/N looked down, realizing that his Spider-Man suit was torn in a few places from the rough landing.

"Are you kidding me?" He muttered out of frustration, "I just sewed this."

However, as he looked around, Y/N noticed that there were people on the streets, and they were staring at him with curious and puzzled expressions.

Feeling embarrassed and not wanting to draw so much attention to himself, Y/N pulled his hood up and adjusted his mask, taking off quickly.

He tried to blend in with the crowd, walking cautiously through the city as a million questions flew into his mind.

He knew he was in Brooklyn, but it wasn't his Brooklyn, or at least the Brooklyn that he knew.

That doesn't make much sense, but it was how he felt.

It looked like New York, but something felt off. The skyline was familiar, but the buildings had a different architectural design, and the streets seemed more crowded and lively than what he was used to.

As he walked, he felt a strange sensation, like he was glitching out or being intertwined with something beyond his comprehension. It was disorienting and unsettling.

The people he passed by seemed perfectly normal, caught up in their own lives, but something still seemed off. It was as if they were people he would see back home, but not quite the same.

Nightfall approached, and with no place to go, Y/N found himself seeking refuge at a F.E.A.S.T homeless shelter. He didn't know where else to turn, and the staff kindly welcomed him with open arms.

Grateful for the temporary shelter, Y/N settled into a makeshift bed before drifting off to sleep.

As Y/N settled in for the night, he found it difficult to sleep. His glitching continued, and he felt himself becoming more entwined with something unknown. As he closed his eyes and tried to get sleep, he saw flashes of images in his mind – a blonde girl with piercing eyes, swinging through the city. He didn't recognize her, but he felt a strange sense of connection, as if they were somehow linked.

"I'm definitely losing my mind," Y/N mumbled, trying to push the thoughts aside and get some sleep. He would investigate more in the morning.

The next morning, Y/N woke early, feeling restless and eager to understand why he felt uneasy as he did last night. He donned his mask once more and swung through the city.

The glitching continued, even throwing him off of his swing as he maneuvered through Brooklyn. Eventually, he landed on the top of a large building overlooking the neighborhood.

Scanning the area, his eyes landed on a large school building.

"Brooklyn Visions Academy"

Y/N had recognized the school, being a prestigious boarding school Jacob had thought about enrolling him in, known for its rigorous academic programs. They never had the money however.

Not that he really cared.

As Y/N glitched once more, the reason for the portal appearing in his room and the frequent glitches became apparent. Everything looked the same, but to him, it felt different.

He was in an alternate universe.

It had to be at least.

There's no other explanation.

He was astonished, as the concept of the multiverse was relatively unknown to everyone. He had always believed accessing other universes was impossible, but now, he stood corrected.

Especially with him going through that strange portal in his room.

And now he was here, wherever he was.

Y/N thought it was intriguing to see a new universe, who was Spider-Man here, and what kind of person was this universe's Y/N L/N?

He had so many things coursing through his mind, but first things first was to figure out how he got here.

To investigate further, Y/N had an idea. He could pose as a student at Brooklyn Visions in order to better understand where he was, and how he could get back.

It was probably a really crummy plan but given his current situation, anything sounded fine.

Entering the school's admissions office, Y/N encountered a suspicious counselor. "Can I help you?" the counselor asked, eyeing Y/N with suspicion.

"I'm transferring schools." Y/N said. "I'd like to enroll."

The admissions counselor, Ms. Ramirez, raised an eyebrow as she looked over Y/N's application. "You're transferring from another school, I see. And your previous school is...?"

Y/N took a deep breath, hoping his fabricated records would hold up under scrutiny. "Midtown High School. I moved here recently with my Mom."

The counselor raised an eyebrow, eyeing him skeptically. "Y/N L/N? I don't recall receiving any application from you."

Y/N hesitated, trying to think on his feet. "I, uh, didn't submit one. I was...hoping I could talk to someone about getting in without all the paperwork."

The counselor's suspicion only deepened, but after a moment's consideration, she relented. "Well, we are looking to fill a few more spots to reach our limit for tax purposes. But you'll need to provide your transcripts and other necessary documents."

Y/N inwardly breathed a sigh of relief, grateful that she didn't seem to question him further. "Sure, I'll get those to you as soon as possible."

He was never going to get her the transcripts.

Then again why would he? He's only planning on being here temporarily, he could skate by and avoid the counselor as long as he could.

Y/N decided to head back to F.E.A.S.T for one more night, just until classes began and he was able to move his things into school.

But as he laid his body onto the makeshift cot, his sleep was troubled, as the glitching intensified, and the images of the blonde girl became more vivid. He could sense that there was a deeper connection between them, but he couldn't make sense of it.

Who was she?

The next morning, Y/N awoke from his slumber. Throwing his mask on and grabbing his things, he swung his way through the city making his way towards Brooklyn. He wanted to arrive early, trying to get his uniform before the on slot of students made their way there.

Unfortunately for him, that would not be the case.

Y/N pushed through the barricade of students, all dressed up in sharp suits or skirts, waiting for classes to begin.

He argued with a few others before he made his way to the front, accidentally bumping into a girl who looked to be doing the same as him.

She glared at him with an amused expression.

"Watch it, dude," she said, crossing her arms.

Y/N smiled apologetically. "Yeah, sorry about that. First day's can be a little hectic."

The girl chuckled, her demeanor softened slightly. "Yeah I get that."

Y/N nodded. "Yeah, just transferred in. I'm Y/N."

"Anya," she shrugged half heartedly. "Anya Corozon."

"Dope name," Y/N replied, "you new here too?"

"Yeah," she replied. "good thing I'm not the only newbie around here."

"Yeah, seems like it." Y/N replied.

For some reason, there was more that meets the eyes with Anya, and Y/N couldn't figure it out now, but it seemed like she was in his situation as well.

Before they could continue their conversation however, a commotion from outside the doors began to arise.

"Dad, are you serious?"

Y/N and Anya stepped outside to find a large group of kids gathered, witnessing a standoff between a boy and a police officer.

"I wanna hear it." The officer said. "I love you, Dad."

"You wanna hear me say it?" The boy replied, looking irritated.

"I love you, Dad!"

"You're dropping me off at a school-"

"Dad, I love you."

"Look at this place-"

"Dad, I love you."

The boy relented, knowing he wasn't going to get out of this mess.

"Dad.....I love you."

"That's a copy."

The surrounding students laughed and jeered, a few even poking fun at the child who entered the school with his head held high.

"Wow, talk about embarrassing," Y/N muttered, shaking his head. "The joys of parents, right?"

"Yeah, my dad is also quite overprotective," Anya responded, her gaze fixed on the boy as though she were studying him closely.

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Miles Morales walked through the main lobby, a deep flush on his face as his father, Jefferson, embarrassed him with an overly enthusiastic send-off. Y/N couldn't help but chuckle, recalling similar moments with his own Mother back home. He sauntered over to Miles, offering a friendly grin.

"Parents, right? They just love making a scene," Y/N quipped, trying to lighten the mood.

Miles shot him a half-hearted smile, clearly not amused by his father's antics. "Yeah, something like that."

Y/N chuckled again, deciding to try a different approach. "You think that's bad? Wait until you meet my mom. She's a pro at embarrassing me."

Miles raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "Really? How bad is it?"

Y/N laughed, "Let's just say she has a knack for showing up at the most inconvenient times, armed with an embarrassing story or two."

Miles cracked a smile, the tension between them easing slightly. "Fair enough. I'm Miles, by the way."

"Y/N," he replied, extending his hand for a handshake. "Nice to meet you, Miles."

As fate would have it, Y/N realized that this kid was his roomate.

"Shit, man. Guess we're roommates," Y/N said with a grin, giving Miles an easygoing nudge.

Miles couldn't help but chuckle at Y/N's reaction. "Yeah, I guess so. Hope you're not a messy roommate."

"Don't worry man, I'm tidy," Y/N replied. "I do bring a bit of chaos though."

Miles nodded, "Yeah, seriously. Oh, and we've got another roommate named Ganke Lee, but I haven't met him yet."

"Well this should be interesting." Y/N replied, trying not to act like he wasn't from another universe.

Miles let out a small chuckle, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, no kidding."

Later that evening, after figuring out where his classes were at, Y/N headed back to the dorm room he now shared with Miles and Ganke. He set up his part of the room. He didn't have much with him, just a few personal items and essentials. He was looking forward to getting to know his roommates better, even if it was for a short period of time.

After arranging everything, Y/N reclined on his bed, gazing at the ceiling. He waited for Miles and Ganke to fall asleep before embarking on his departure. He believed a nightly stroll could offer some clarity and help ease his thoughts.

Y/N donned his P/C mask and soared into the night sky amidst the vibrant lights of New York City. The glitches persisted, accompanied by fleeting images of the girl from his thoughts.

"Am I dreaming?" Y/N pondered while perched atop a building, gazing at the Brooklyn skyline.

What drew his attention was captivating; the imposing Fisk Tower stood tall. Though he initially dismissed it, the tower unexpectedly started glitching, releasing a powerful burst of energy directly at him.

"What the hell?"

Upon impact, a flood of memories and images rushed through Y/N's mind: the spider bite, the Alchemax building, and a number—65.

Momentarily dazed, Y/N swiftly regained his composure and swung towards the tower, probing for any further instances of glitching around this version of Brooklyn.