My name is Peter Parker and I was not bitten by a Radioactive Spider. Actually... my name is not even Peter Parker. My real name is Gehrman Sparrow... or at least that is what it was in my past life.
One fine morning, I went with my lads to watch Spiderman: Across the Spiderverse for the second time and because I found it boring, I opened my phone to see if my favorite handsome author, _oinkchan updated his novels.
To my dismay, he did not but I did not mind that. He is a busy person and it is not like he is being paid, it's free work and as a reader, I respected that he would write his hobby to paint beautiful and entertaining stories in his free time or whenever he felt like. I would never complain and would even send him power stones for him being... a piggy that can read and write.
A piggy like that definitely deserves some stones, everyday.
Anyways while I was checking my phone, suddenly piping hot caramel popcorn fell from the ceiling onto me and I burnt to death or so I think.
The scene when that happened was right when Peter Parker from Earth-65 was about to consume the lizard potion.
...and... if I am by any chance my life is a fanfiction... then you guessed it right... I have transmigrated into Peter Parker.
I sat back on the bed, looking at the skinny frame of Peter Parker in the mirror. A deep sigh released from my mouth before bouts of depressed chuckles escaped.
This is so fucking hilarious.
I observed my new body before nodding. Even without spider powers, it has potential. Light brown hair, hazel eyes, a decent height of 5'7 at 15. There is still room to grow. If I use drugs and gene alternating techniques then 6'4 is easy.
Although the frame is skinny, it can bulk up. Just gotta grind in the gym with proper technique and eat protein-rich foods. In 6 months, I should have a fairly decent body.
However, I do not have much time. Considering the fact that I am in a Marvel Universe. Lives do not matter, especially when I have unlimited versions of my own that are Spiderman.
Even the fate of this Peter Parker was character development for Gwen Stacy. A pity. All of her friends turn out to be villains, Harry... Mary Jane... Peter Parker.
Reaching my study table, I opened the first drawer and then the hidden compartment inside. Hmmm, some weed, some cigarettes, oh! I found it!!
Holding the vial in my hand, I observed it greatly. This should be the lizard potion. Unfortunately, it is incomplete.
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At that moment, another thing caught my eye. Hmmm? What is that? I held a normal-looking glove in my hand.
Before I knew it, the glove as if alive scattered into many hungry maggots and bit into my skin. Instantly pain flooded my mind. I could feel the maggots chewing my palm, my nails, my skin, my fingers.... they were devouring them alive!!!
Oh no! Am I becoming Maggot-Man?! Is that even a thing???
Rolling on the ground, tears flowed from my eyes. Man, this fucking hurts. Soon, a few seconds later. The pain subsided and I could feel as if my nerves were reconnecting, giving me control over my left palm.
Everything below my left wrist had been replaced by the maggots. They did not dare to cross and devour ahead of the wrist line for some reason.
The maggots continued to writhe before fusing all of a sudden. A sleek black glove replaced them, and a pair of slits formed and revealed scarlet red eyes with a sharp mouth in the middle from which a golden line protruded and covered the fingers.
**H#n&4yh#n&4yh#n&4yh#n&4yh#n&4y...!!!!**
All of a sudden I felt as if I had another pair of eyes, a mouth, and a bottomless abyss for a stomach that craved flesh and blood infinitely.
Instantly I rushed to the kitchen, almost tumbling on the staircase. Reaching the refrigerator, I removed packets of raw chicken and carried them to my room.
Thankfully Aunt May and Uncle Ben were out on a trip to the country of the rising sun Japan which they won as a lottery ticket in a Sony Event.
I wondered if this was a coincidence.
The house was empty and as a reason they had left me money and a fridge packed with food. As such, I had no qualms to worry about.
Although my lips did twitch when I found out from Peter's memories that he used to go to Gwen's house for dinner every day and save money.
Truly commendable!
I would have ordered pizza every day!
However, one look at the fridge made me freeze and want to get sucked into the beautiful machine. It was filled with frozen pizzas. I was wrong about Lizard Parker.
Running back onto the stairs, I went into my room, locked the door, and pulled the curtains close. No risks!
Then I opened the packets of raw chicken and not a moment later, black shadowy wisps escaped from the mouth and sucked all the flesh in. Devouring them raw.
Not even the bones were left alone.
I could feel the hunger subside a little, the eyes closed along with the mouth. This time the hunger vanished entirely and so did the extra vision.
The glove then camouflaged suddenly and my left hand looked normal. Like any other hand... but I could feel it. The presence of the glove.
What... was... That.
Shaking my head, I kept the green vial of lizard potion back in the drawer. Staring hard at the packet of cigarettes and weed, I chuckled a little.
I deserve it. Especially after this incident. Then after, I rolled some mary jane and smoked it up. No wonder every version of Peter falls for Mary Jane.
The shit of this universe is insane. With that, I dove into bed while my mind wandered across galaxies and stars, hoping everything was a dream and that I would wake up to the movie minus the piping hot popcorn but instead normal hot caramel popcorn so that I can eat that overpriced stuff for free.
Yeeehaw!
Then I woke up, a little weirded out from the weird nightmares I had. Yawned a little, and looked out the windows to the beautiful city scenery that depicted the sun's first rays embracing the buildings, and in the middle of eating a pizza slice for breakfast, it struck me.
THIS. IS. NOT. A. DREAM!
I am still Peter Parker! What the fu-