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Sorry for not being around my small yet mighty followers. Honestly, should I abandon my fanfic? :/ Summers coming up and I’d have more time to work on it

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Chapter 2: Not in Kansas

I look around the room frantically, looking for cameras. “There’s no way I’m in the future. You're lying. Prove I’m in 2099.” I let out a scoff at his words. His face is serious as he talks calmly, afraid I’ll flip out. “Kid, look around. Have you ever seen this technology before? What about the view from outside? You ever seen those buildings before?” I hate how he’s talking down to me. "You have money to afford that type of technology. And, I haven't seen every city in New York, or 'Nueva York' so that doesn't mean anything." I feel anger rising, but I can't help it. This man has been nothing but mysterious and rude since I've met him. He breaks his gaze from my face and starts typing into his hologram. 

"What's your father's name? Or your mother's?" My eyebrows furrow in confusion before giving him my father's name. "Is there a reason or are you just scamming me?" He ignores my words and starts scanning through the men with my father's name. I go to his side as he searches for my father. My eyes widen in shock as I see my father for the first time in years. "Him. That man right there is my dad." I point at a familiar face and feel a sense of fondness and my heart tugs. It seems to be a government photo of him, like from a driver's license or library card. I feel the man's gaze on my face as I take in the information of my father on display. From his height, birthdate, family... death. I force my eyes to look at the information on display and turn towards the stranger. 

"How did you get all of this?" My eyes must reveal my need for an explanation as he sighs before replying. "I... have my ways. I had to convince you that you're in the future. I can't explain everything, but I can get you home."

 I feel relief flood through me at his words. "Tha-." My words get cut off as more pain floods through my body. Again, he catches me as I spasm through the pain. I grip his hand as my body glitches. He talks me through the pain as I even out my breathing and clutch his hand tightly. As my body comes back down, he stares at me intently. "I'm okay, I'm fine." My voice comes out breathier than I had hoped. He nods his hand and gets me on my feet. "Come with me." With my hand still in his he drags me back to the living room and towards an elevator. We wait for the elevator to come to us. 

"Where are we going?" I say looking up at him. He really is a tall man. "My research lab. We can stop your glitching and find out the reason you came here. Afterward, we'll make sure you stay in your dimension." I nod my head at his words. "What did you say your job is?" I say as we step in. He presses the 'L' button and leans against the wall. "I'm the leader of the Spider Society." He says with a cocked eyebrow. I blink up at him waiting for further explanation. "And you guys... research spiders?" Trying to fill in the blanks of his lack of explanation. He raises his eyebrows at my confusion and scratches the back of his neck. "Not quite... we... the Spider Society is a... Multiversal organization. We keep the multiverse stable." His words come out slowly as he figures out what to say. 

"The multiverse? Dimensions? I'm sorry, but I'm not following here. I go to school for musical theatre, not science or futuristic ideas. You're gonna have to be more detailed."

He lets out a chuckle at the mention of my major. I cock an eyebrow at him and dare him to make fun of me. He takes a deep breath and takes in my expression before nodding to himself. "Right. The multi-verse consists of infinite realities... alternate universes. Explains how you and I are alive at the same time, despite you being from the past." I nod along as he goes further. "As the leader of this society, it's my job to make sure these realities remain stable.My team and I monitor various anomalies or threats that could disrupt the peace. We correct any rifts or inconsistencies we find and send them back to their home. Like I plan with you... Let me guess, musical theatre doesn't make you research or reflect on these theories?" He takes in my dazed face as I take in this information. I don't feel embarrassed for not understanding, it's not my area of study. "Nah, I’ll learn about this stuff next semester. Part of the upcoming musical. I can sing and dance for you now if you'd like." His face stoic at my words.

The elevator dings and we walk into his lab. It's pretty bare except for a handful of desks and computers. I look around and notice how sparse of a lab it is. It wasn't until I looked up that I saw the true lab. A platform that seems to be floating in the middle of the room. "Why is your lab all the way up there? How do you get up there?" He looks at me with a raised eyebrow. "Do you always ask this many questions? I get up there using these." He gestures down to his wrist. I get closer trying to find the logic behind his reasoning. "Ohhhhhh, so like, do you move things with your mind? Is it part of future technology?" His eyes narrow at me as he levelly says, "No. They don't make me move things with my mind. They do this," he flexes his wrist and something shoots out. My eyes widen at the sudden action and look at what he shot out. A spider web seems to have stuck to the wall. "Huh, guess that explains the 'Spider' Society," I mutter under my breath. I turned back to him. "So how do we get up there?" His smile can be compared to a smirk as he steps forward. "Hold on." I don't have time to react before he grabs my waist. 

I squeak as I stumble into his chest. His arm holds me securely as he shoots us up towards the platform. I cling onto him for dear life as we rush through the air and my eyes are shut tight. It's a couple moments later that I realize I'm still holding onto him as we are on the platform. He's smirking down at me as I push out of his arms. I hide my flushed cheeks and look around his real lab. 

Multiple screens are suspended in the air televising multiple events. Numbers flash across one screen, while others show people, events... a child? My eyes settle on a little girl smiling with her father and I smile at the scene. "Is this you?" I softly smile and turn to him. His cold stare cuts through me. I fear I may have crossed the line as the air turns cold. I quickly murmured an apology and move on from the sight. I take one last peak at the image. He looks good with a smile.

He sighs and tells me to sit at his desk. I perch myself on it as he grabs a bracelet. "How does it work?" I offer him my wrist and he secures it for me. "I doubt you'd comprehend it all with your musical theatre knowledge." I go to scold him when I see a ball of red curls fall onto his shoulder. He freezes at the feeling and slowly turns to the source. He relaxes as the ball of curls coo at him. His face turns into a scowl and shouts, "Peter!"

"A baby!" I coo in excitement and awe. I go to pick her up off his shoulder and my heart bursts at the cuteness. Her wild curls cover her pretty freckles and dual-colored eyes. She giggles in my arms and I decide I'm ready to be a parent. "Who is this little doll? Can I keep her? Please?" I look up at Miguel with pleading eyes.

His face is still set in a scowl, but his eyes have softened. My pleading has for sure worked and I can take her home, I can feel it. He walks over to me and takes her from my hands. "You can't have her, she has a family. At least a mother when I'm through with her dad." He mumbles the last part. I whine at him and look up at him with puppy eyes. "Come on! We look just alike." That couldn't be farther from the truth. The only similarities we share are our red curly hair, and hers is natural. 

"Sorry about Mayday! Giving her those web shooters was a mistake on my end." I turn to look for the source of the unfamiliar voice. I walk to the edge of the platform and see a man approaching the platform. He swings his way up on the platform with ease. My head has a tingly sensation as I look at him. It quickly passes and I blame it on the high altitude. "Wanted to start her young, but toddlers are a handful." He says casually and grabs Mayday ... huh I still don't know his name. The father puts Mayday in a carrier on his chest and gives her a kiss. 

"Hey! I'm Peter Parker. Peter B. Parker to be more specific." He offers me his hand as I survey his outfit. He's wearing a red and blue suit with a pink, fuzzy robe and sweats. I shake his hand and introduce myself as I take in his strange appearance. They both seem to be wearing blue and red supersuits, which have similarities but are different. Maybe, that's what he meant by different realities and multiverses. The angry man is grumbling under his breath about installing child locks. "So are you a new recruit?" Peter asks me. "Oh! No, I actually kinda showed up at his place. We're trying to get me back home." I say as casually as I can despite the strangeness of it all. 

Surprisingly, Peter nods in understanding. "Trust me, been there done that. I can help you guys figure out why you came here." I smile in surprise and look at the angry man. He cocks his eyebrow before nodding while they discuss different possibilities for why I came here. I play with Mayday on my lap and ask questions here and there. 

"So why do you guys wear super suits? Is it your dress code?" I say while bouncing Mayday in my lap. Peter chuckles at my words. "We wear them 'cause we are superheroes. Spider-men to be exact." My eyebrows furrow in confusion. "Those guys exist? Not in my world. We don't have anything called a 'Spider-man.'"

Both men turn to me at my words. "You don't have a Spider-Man?" The angry man says with suspicion at my words. I shake my head. "No, I would know if we did. Would've heard about him on the news or in the paper. How does it work?" They both share a look before Peter speaks up. "It's not the same for everyone, but what usually happens is that a spider will bite someone and they develop powers. They use those powers for the greater good. 'With great power comes great responsibility.'" My face turns into a scowl as I hear the familiar words and think back to the woods. I scratch at my bug bite without thinking. The angry man's eyes follow my movement and his eyes widen. "Where did you get that bite?" His voice is tense and I'm not liking this scenario. "I got it before I showed up at your place. I was walking through the woods to my aunt and uncle's house before I got bit... by a bug. Too dark to see what kind." I don't know why I'm lying. It was clearly a spider. 

The men crowd around me as they have a secret conversation with their eyes. Finally, Peter speaks up. "This aunt and uncle... What are their names?" I look between them at the strange questioning. "... Benjamin and May Parker. Before you ask, it's a coincidence we have the same last name." I make a weak attempt at a joke as the angry man closes his eyes with an exhale. Peter cringes and comes up to comfort me. "I don't know how to say this gently, but you're one of us..." 

I blinked at him once, twice, and then burst out laughing. "Yeah, okay I'm a superhero. Right? That's what you expect me to believe? I would've known if I had powers by now. I've almost fainted twice since I've arrived. Doesn't sound very 'super' to me." The angry man scoffs at my dismissal, and my attention focuses back on him. "Is there something you would like to say? I'm all ears." The man walks forward and stands in front of me. "I'm gonna ask you questions and you're gonna respond. Deal? Let's hope someone else was bit in your dimension."

The angry man asks me questions regarding possible powers. “Are your senses heightened?” ‘'Yes, I'm a woman alone with two strangers. Of course my senses are heightened.' “Are you more agile than before?” 'I've always been agile, I'm a trained dancer.' During this interrogation, Peter was watching me closely. At one point he throws a pen at my face and I catch it with ease. "Watch it!" I shout at him as he gives the angry man a grin. The angry man exhales loudly and walks over to Peter. They're doing a shit job at whispering. I can pick up everything they're saying. "She's in denial." "I know, but there's always the wall test." They reach an agreement as Peter comes up to me. 

"Okay, we have no more questions, but we need you to do one last thing for us. You see that wall?" He points to the wall that's a couple yards from us. "You're gonna put your hands on it and just make a crawling motion. That's it." I throw my hands up in exasperation. I'm tired of being here and just want to go home. "Fine. After this, I'm done. I'm going home." My face is stern as I regard both men. Peter turns around and the angry one just nods his head. "And you're telling me your name." I point at the angry man as I walk over to the wall.

I let my frustration simmer and looked up at the wall. I don't even want to entertain this idea... whatever the idea is. "Is there a certain way to do it?" I look over my shoulder. Peter responds, "Close your eyes and breathe." I shrug my shoulders and take his words at face value. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I put my hands on the wall and started softly humming to myself. It's a song I play in the car all the time. Songs mean the world to me. It's part of the reason I majored in musical theatre. The idea of performing in front of a crowd of thousands sends shivers down my spine. Peter lets out a low whistle, and I open my eyes. Without thinking, I started climbing the wall, almost to the ceiling. I scream in surprise and feel myself fall. I'm hurling towards the ground and seeing my life flash before my eyes. It's a little sad. 

My eyes squeeze shut as I wait for the impact. The ground is softer than I had expected... and I'm still alive. I open my eyes and find the angry man holding me. My breathing is harsh as I come down from the rush. I take in the details and contours of his face as we stare intently at each other. Finally, he opens his mouth and speaks in a low murmur.

 "Miguel."

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Hey y'all, sorry I've been so inactive 😭 I've been stressed cause I've been in a musical, my birthday is tomorrow and my apartment complex sucks. I swear I'll be better, love y'all🫡

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Sneak preview!!!

Multiple screens are suspended in the air televising multiple events. Numbers flash across one screen, while others show people, events... a child? My eyes settle on a little girl smiling with her father and I smile at the scene. "Is this you?" I softly smile and turn to him. His cold stare cuts through me. I fear I may have crossed the line as the air turns cold. I quickly murmured an apology and move on from the sight. I take one last peak at the image. He looks good with a smile.

He sighs and tells me to sit at his desk. I perch myself on it as he grabs a bracelet. "How does it work?" I offer him my wrist and he secures it for me. "I doubt you'd comprehend it all with your musical theatre knowledge." I go to scold him when I see a ball of red curls fall onto his shoulder. He freezes at the feeling and slowly turns to the source. He relaxes as the ball of curls coo at him. His face turns into a scowl and shouts, "Peter!"

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Would y'all be interested in a snippet of the next chapter? Honestly still embarrassed for uploading the wrong one 😭

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Chapter 1: Not in Kansas

 “She doesn’t appear to be an anomaly. Any chance you know how she got here?" A voice grumbles above me. My eyes refuse to cooperate and refuse to open. I focus on my breathing and try to control my body. I've never felt so weighed down. "No idea, bossman. Check out this new filter. Wait, smile this time." I freeze as I hear a woman respond. There's no telling how many people are here. There seems to be a pause in the conversation until the man's voice seems to address me. 

"I know you're awake." I shrink into myself as I've been caught. "Who are you?" I take deep breaths as I turn my head to the voice. My body is slowly waking up as my hands push with all their strength to sit up and assess my surroundings. Spots cloud the edge of my vision as I take in my surroundings. I seem to be in an apartment, a luxurious one at that. The interior is sleek but clinical. It appears as though someone bought the furniture just to occupy the space. The view is gorgeous. We seem to be very high up, according to the eyeline. The city is bustling, despite it being evening. I don't recognize where I am. 

"Did you hear me?" My head turns sharply to the man's cold voice. I gasp at the sheer size of him. He had to have been over 6'5 and nothing but pure muscle. His bodysuit hides nothing as it wraps tightly around his hulking figure. My eyes drift higher and meet his. His glare pins me to the floor as his eyes hold an evil, red glint. His face and body seemed to have been sculpted by the gods, but they didn't seem forgiving. My eyes search for the woman's voice, hoping to find a friendlier face. I've never felt so weak. My body is still waking up and my brain is spinning. The bite on my arm burns, but it seems to be subdued as time passes. He scoffs, but his face remains hardened. He kneels down to my height and assesses my shaking frame. 

"You alright?" I don't know how to respond to such a simple question. 'Pretty good. My arm is on fire while my body is numb. Any chance of telling me where I am and who you are?' I keep my thoughts quiet, afraid of what this man could do to me. I slowly nod my head at him. My voice comes out short and choppy as I introduce myself and ask a question in turn. 

"Where am I?" I cringe at my scratchy voice. He stands and offers me a hand. I hesitated before taking it. His hand swallows mine as he helps me stand on shaky legs. "I remember walking home, getting bit by this...bug, and falling until I woke up. Here. With you." I take a step back as I start realizing the danger I'm in. I'm with a strange man, injured. 

He sighs at my step back but remains composed."You're in my penthouse." He says it with an even tone, stepping closer. His size intimidates me, but I can't show weakness, or back down. "Did you find me? Take me here? I'll let you know that I'm just a broke college student. I have no money, and you'll be getting nothing from me." He rolls his eyes at my words and looks to the side. “Kid-I didn’t ‘take you here’.” He made air quotes as if he’s the one being inconvenienced. “I don’t even know you. You just kinda appeared in my house.”  

I look away from his gaze as I take his words at face value. "Not a kid. Like I said, college student. Nice house you got here." I'm trying to dissolve the air as he continues to look at me like I'm the dangerous one.

"How old are you?" His eyes scanned my form. I fidget with my overalls, not helping the kiddo accusation. "Twenty... I like the view, super nice." I walk towards the window and look out. "Are you like rich? What do you do for a living? Depending on your answer, I might change my major." Smiling politely to say, 'Please don't kill me.'

He frowns down at me and contemplates for a moment before hesitantly replying. "I... you... could say I'm rich. It's complicated, but I have a job, sorta." He mumbles off as I look at him with a raised eyebrow. I can't help but scoff at his words. "Fuckin rich people. Of course he can afford to have this kinda place without a job." I mumble under my breath with an eye roll. I'm surprised to see him glaring at me with his arms around his chest. "You damn kids don't know how to respect elders these days. First Hobie, then Miles, now this kid?" "Look Mister... whatever your name is. I don't need to give respect just cause you're older. How old are you?" He proceeded to ROLL his eyes at my words as if I wasn't giving him the same attitude he gave me. I see a vein getting angry on his forehead as he mutters, "I'm 30, brat."

Keeping a straight face at his words was harder than I thought. "So you're ten years older, and calling yourself my elder?" He has to be very pleased that my laughter is held in. I compose myself and wipe an imaginary tear, "Okie dokie, if you could just tell me how to get home. Hopefully, we'll never see each other again. A map can be useful; strange city you live in." He stares at me before slowly replying. "I don't know how to get you home." I look at him with an incredulous face. "What do you mean, you don't know how to get me home? Call a taxi or I can just call up my aunt's place." My tone comes across as bored at his words. He pinches the bridge of his name and takes a long exhale. "Kid-if I call you a taxi or your aunt, how am I going to know you won't stay gone? That you're going to stay wherever you came from?" My eyebrows scrunch up in confusion and frustration. "First of all, not a kid. Second, where are we? Like I said if you just get me a map, I can figure it out from there. Scout's honor I'd never see you again."

 "Nueva York." His eyes lock with mine and I feel a shiver run down my spine. "Nueva York? I've never heard of that. Do you mean New York? I lived there, but it looks nothing like this." I say gesturing out to the window. Granted the only memories I have of New York is from spending time on campus, but still. He drags a hand down his face like this conversation is beneath him. As he goes to respond I feel a jolt of pain. It feels like my body is being set on fire and spasms wildly. I can only react and fall forward. As I was about to hit the floor, Miguel caught me. I can only wait it out as he looks at my face with concern. His voice is softer as he regards my twitching form. "Hey, hey. Can you see me? Breath." I use his voice as an anchor and I can only pant and wait for the pain to subside. "I'm okay, I think. It was like my body was shot by electricity. Like I glitched?" His eyes bore into mine as he gazed into my eyes. "This... glitch. Has it happened before?" I look him in the eyes and nod softly. "All girls go through this, it’s part of puberty." I say sickly sweet at the idiotic question. His face flushes a deep red with embarrassment and anger at my words. He clears his throat and tries to go for an intimidating approach. "Shut up, smartass. You know what I meant."

I sigh and only feel mildly bad about my reaction. I gently get out of his arms and stabilize my body. "No, I've never felt anything like that before. Hurt like a bitch, but I should be fine." His eyes are alert on my body in case I kneel over again. He thinks for a moment before nodding his head and muttering. "Okay. Let's make sure it doesn't happen again." I raise my hand in salute and tell him, "aye, aye captain." I see a flash of a grin on his face, but he masked it well. I try going back to the conversation at hand. "Soooooooo, about that map." He nods his head and leads me further into his house without another word. I follow behind him, until we enter a study like room. He hits a button on his desk and a map of the city is projected in the air. I gasp at the sight and try to find the illusion. "Bye golly, never seen anything like this before."

He gave a small chuckle at my reaction. Not every day you see this type of technology. Rich asshole. He informs me it's something called a 'hologram'. I think I've seen one of those in a film before.

"Where are you from?" I tell him my town and he mutters, 'explains the accent.' My cheeks flush at his words. I never notice my accent until someone points it out. He pauses for a moment as he types in my location. "Is something wrong?" I ask after his brief pause turns into a stare. "Nothing, just thinking." He pulls up my location from here, and my brain turns. The map he's showing me has a date at the bottom…

"Can you answer something for me? What year is it?" I ask with anxiety creeping into my brain. He gives me a hard stare before saying, "June 13, 2099." I feel dread begin to settle at his words. “Don’t you mean 1999?”

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Snippet of the next chapter!

 "Nueva York." His eyes lock with mine and I feel a shiver run down my spine. "Nueva York? I've never heard of that. Do you mean New York? I lived there, but it looks nothing like this." I say gesturing out to the window. Granted the only memories I have of New York is from spending time on campus, but still. He drags a hand down his face like this conversation is beneath him. As he goes to respond I feel a jolt of pain. It feels like my body is being set on fire and spasms wildly. I can only react and fall forward. As I was about to hit the floor, Miguel caught me. I can only wait it out as he looks at my face with concern. His voice is softer as he regards my twitching form. "Hey, hey. Can you see me? Breath."

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Imma be honest yall… I don’t fully understand how this app works

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Prologue: Homeward Bound

The air is crisp and warm as I return to May and Ben’s house. The sun is setting and coating the skies in vibrant yellows and oranges. I just finished having a game night with some childhood friends while I’m home for the summer. It's gotten harder to see everyone since moving to New York for school. I’m grateful to Ben and May for allowing me to pursue my dreams of being an actress. They’ve done so much for me, and I plan on being famous to make them proud. I hum a tune softly as I cut through the forest, careful of the branches. I always get the creepy crawlies in nature. I constantly brush my arms and hair in case of ticks or spiderwebs. I can't understand the appeal of nature. Being born and raised in the south has made me yearn for the city. Fast-paced job, taking a taxi or subway everywhere, variety of people besides your small town. Sounds beautiful. I do sometimes miss the clean air and the stars though. 

I sigh in relief as I see the edge of the forest. Hope is in sight. I rush my steps and feel something creep up my arm. I know I’m being dramatic, so I brush it off to quiet my thoughts. My arm brushes against something. I freeze as I look down and see something black and furry on my arm. I screamed bloody murder and struggled to shake it off. This seems to be my downfall, as my struggle seems to have angered it. I don't have time to react as it opens its mouth to reveal purple fangs and digs into my arm. I feel heat in my blood as its venom starts to course through me. I finally manage to dislodge it from my arm and look at the wound. My blood mixes with its venom and seems to give off an eerie shimmer. My vision starts to spin as I struggle to regulate my breathing. 

"Come on, just keep moving." I slur as my movement becomes more sluggish. I'm struggling to move forward as my body feels as though it has been coated in molasses. I fall forward and start to crawl towards home. It must've been a poisonous bug, one that I've never seen before. My vision starts to spot and screams for me to close my eyes. I can't stop before getting help. I lean against a tree and feel my eyes start to droop. I shake my head violently and stand up with laborious breaths. I pick up a nearby stick and support my body on it. I trudge forward before getting my foot caught on an exposed root. I feel as though I've been falling through a wormhole for hours. Colors swirl in my vision as I try to make sense of left and right. Before I lose consciousness, I remember my promise to May.

"I'll be home before dark."

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Just a lil snippet

"Come on, just keep moving." I slur as my movement becomes more sluggish. I'm struggling to move forward as my body feels as though it has been coated in molasses. I fall forward and start to crawl towards home. It must've been a poisonous bug, one that I've never seen before. My vision starts to spot and screams for me to close my eyes. I can't stop before getting help. I lean against a tree and feel my eyes start to droop. I shake my head violently and stand up with laborious breaths. I pick up a nearby stick and support my body on it. I trudge forward before getting my foot caught on an exposed root. I feel as though I've been falling through a wormhole for hours. Colors swirl in my vision as I try to make sense of left and right. Before I lose consciousness, I remember my promise to May.

"I'll be home before dark."

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Not me making a fanfic 🫡

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Every day gets harder, but I still have hope for… something

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Every day gets harder, but I still have hope for… something