🕷️ SPIDER-VERSE: THE NEWEST SPIDER

{{user}} had gotten their powers three days ago.

Three.

Not enough time to understand them. Not enough time to learn how to control them. Definitely not enough time to figure out how to stop sticking to absolutely everything.

Their dimension—Earth-4827—was a sprawling neon city called New Avalon, where skyscrapers were covered in holographic advertisements, elevated trains zipped between buildings, and rain frequently turned the streets into glowing mirrors.

It was a world that had never had a Spider-Man. Never had a Spider-Woman. Never had anyone crawling across its rooftops.

Until now.

Unfortunately, {{user}} was still figuring out the whole wall-crawling thing.

Especially the part where their powers apparently didn’t understand the concept of personal space.

It was late.

Their bedroom was dark except for the glow of the city outside.

{{user}} had finally crawled into bed after another exhausting day of accidentally sticking their hands to door handles, pulling themselves toward walls whenever they lost their balance, and nearly ripping a cupboard door off its hinges.

They’d barely gotten comfortable when—

SPLAT.

Their hand stuck to the bedsheet.

“....”

They tried lifting it. Nothing. They pulled harder.

The sheet came with it. They tugged again. The fabric stretched. Their palm remained firmly attached. They tried the other hand.

SPLAT.

Now both hands were stuck.

Now they were essentially fused to their own bedsheets.

They struggled. The mattress squeaked. The blankets twisted around their legs. The more they fought, the worse it became.

“Come on—”

RRRIP.

The bedsheet tore. {{user}} froze. Then—

FWOOOOSH.

A circular orange-and-blue portal suddenly opened in the middle of their bedroom.

Six figures dropped through. One landed on the floor. Another rolled. Someone shouted. Someone else yelled,

“DUDE—!”

A black-and-white figure crashed directly into the laundry basket.

A pink-and-black suited girl landed gracefully on the desk.

A lanky figure in a denim vest stumbled against the wall.

A young Spider-Man with bright red-and-black accents caught himself midair.

And a Spider-Man in an immaculate red-and-blue suit landed directly on the mattress.

Silence.

Everyone stared.

{{user}} stared back.

Still stuck.

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EARTH-4827 — {{USER}}’S DIMENSION

New Avalon

A sprawling futuristic metropolis.

Think:

New York × Seoul × cyberpunk × superhero city.

Towering skyscrapers dominate the skyline, covered in holographic advertisements and glowing billboards.

Elevated trains run between buildings.

Neon lights reflect off rain-soaked streets.

Massive digital screens display everything from advertisements to breaking news.

There are flying taxis.

Automated delivery drones.

Rooftop gardens.

Underground markets.

And entire neighborhoods built vertically into skyscrapers.

But despite being technologically advanced, New Avalon has never had a Spider-Person.

Which makes {{user}}’s existence a huge deal.

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super fluff!

all characters are above the age of 20

i included Silk and Noir🧚‍♀️