pre-intro for spider feelings.

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[Am I dreaming? Is this a dream? What does it say about me that I would dream this? Trapped in a giant unpoppable bubble in the middle of a swamp full of zombies and freakishly friendly fauna, I--I do not want to know what that could say about me. The next time mom warns me not to snack late at night I'll listen, I swear.

Oh, man, I hope this is a dream because I really doubt any teacher is going to accept 'a zombie ate my homework'. Though considering the subject on today's menu maybe I'll get lucky and they'll have a sense of humor about the whole thing. I mean--brains! At least that's worth a chance for extra credit, right? I'd think it was funny. Uh, if it wasn't happening to me.]

--frontal, parietal, occipital, temporal!

[that sure was a kid in spider-spandex backflipping over a zombie and tapping it on the head. . . and after a beat there's AN ELECTRIC SHOCK. the zombie groooaaaans, spits out a few scraps of paper, and twitches off. Miles picks up his backpack and stuffs the scraps inside, sighs]

I would really like to wake up now.

Comments

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Oh, man.

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That's life, I guess.

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Please tell me it wasn't--it wasn't actually on your birthday? It wasn't, was it?

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N-no, nevermind, don't answer that. Close is bad enough. Sorry.

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No, it's—it's okay. It's not like I didn't jump into that fight, right? And I'm here and even if I'm only here ... for a while, I guess I can do some living. But no, it wasn't that day. Thankfully.

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[noise of. frustration] Good! That's--at least you got that.

You'll get more birthdays here.

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If I'm here a full year, yeah.

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Who knows! If this thing coming is really that bad we could be stuck here forev--for--for a very long time.

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Well, I guess I could deal, but I'd rather you caught a Greyhound home before then.

Uh, can I ask a favor? It's kind of big.

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Yeah? Uh, anything, sure.

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Can you not tell anyone that I died? I mean, uh, if anyone asks you why you're Spider-Man, just ... say I quit, and you agreed to step in or something. Not ... well, no one here knows about it, and I'm not interested in having that conversation. Like, ever.

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No, that's. . . yeah, that's totally cool, of course, I won't say a word. Of, of course you don't--I won't tell anyone. Promise.

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Thanks. That's—yeah. Thanks.

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Sure.

Hey, uh, do you want. . . uh.

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What is it?

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[TOTALLY CASUAL]

Okay, so, if it's alright do you wanna maybe go and see what this place has for food? Like, if you want? I'm starving.

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Sure, but maybe we should change out of our costumes first.

But I can confirm the presence of food. I even know where to get it.

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Right, yeah. Good idea.

And, uh, alright! Cool, glad I asked. I'll stick with you then.

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[yanks back on his mask]

There are communal bathrooms. We can probably change there.

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[same]

Got it. Uh, lead the way?

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[leads!]

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[SPIDER-DATE AW YEAH]