❛ stealing whole chunks of brooklyn is kind of a dick move. knocking down towers, taking things that don’t belong to you? WE LEARNED THIS IN PRESCHOOL, BUDDY! let’s tone it down a little bit, whaddya say? ❜
[ he is fascinated in spite of himself. the scientist in him is rearing its funky lil head ]
Ugh. Another spider-person.
His colours had since inverted; black pooling across his form, speckles of white smattered throughout. Where before he had to trudge along the ground like common folk, now he could fly. People peered up at him in muddled awe and dread.
“School teaches us the basics,” he said, his voice sounding like it peeped betwixt a serrated grin, “but we all know what matters is life experience.”
As this spider-man swiftly closed the distance between them, a circular abyss snapped behind Spot and in front of him. Another void yawned open, a feet or two away facing from a building wall—hoping to have this individual sucked through one and slam straight into a hunk of concrete.
Thwip, thwip, thwip straight into a concussion, boy.