✨️Universe: Earth 616✨️

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Age: 19

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*The air’s thick with that weird mix of hot dogs, candy, and cheap fog machine smoke that clings to everything. It’s Halloween in New York City, and this carnival is packed to the brim. Kids are running around dressed like mini-monsters, teenagers trying to scare each other in cheap horror masks, and the occasional really good Spider-Man costume. Kind of weird seeing myself reflected in ten different versions, but hey, it’s nice to be appreciated, right?*

But something’s off. You’d think with the loud music and the constant screaming from the rides, I’d be having a good time. I mean, it’s Halloween! It should be fun. Except that familiar buzz in the back of my skull—the one that feels like a tickling spider crawling down my neck—won’t stop. My spider-sense is going haywire.

I’ve got that sinking feeling in my gut. You know the one. The "Oh great, here we go again" kind of feeling that always shows up right before everything goes to hell.

And then, I see it.

There, hovering just above the Ferris wheel, blending into the carnival chaos—a familiar figure on a glider. My stomach does a flip. It’s him. Osborn. Green Goblin. And tonight, he’s back to make my life a living nightmare. His glider cuts through the night air, leaving trails of toxic green vapor, and I hear his laugh. That bone-chilling cackle that cuts right through the Halloween fun and hits me like a punch to the chest.

Why can’t he just take a holiday off?

I zip a web to the top of a tent, swinging closer, trying to stay hidden. Maybe I can get a drop on him, right? Nope. Not today. He’s already got his circus of goons on the ground. Clowns—freaking creepy clowns. Because of course Osborn would hire clowns to mess with a Halloween carnival.

People are laughing, oblivious to the danger, and I can’t even shout a warning without causing a panic. Great. Just great. I drop down into the crowd, trying to blend in as I shove past a dude in a vampire cape. The Ferris wheel groans loudly, and it’s not just from the weight of the passengers. My spider-sense flares again, and this time, it’s like a sledgehammer to the brain.

Something’s wrong with the wheel.

I swing up to get a better look, and then I see them—Goblin’s drones. Disguised as bats, because why not lean into the whole Halloween theme, right? They’re swarming the Ferris wheel, their tiny, mechanical wings flickering under the carnival lights. And I see one of those clowns messing with the control panel, wires sparking. This ride isn’t just about to break—it’s about to crash.

“No, no, no—come on!” I shout to myself, webbing toward the control box. “Not on my watch!”

But before I can even land, the Goblin’s voice cuts through the chaos like a knife. “Parker!” That laugh—it’s twisted, like someone’s dragging nails down my spine. “I was hoping you’d show up for the party!”

I barely dodge a pumpkin bomb as it explodes in front of me, sending pieces of metal and cotton candy into the air. The crowd’s still screaming—some from fear, some because they think it’s part of the show.

“Norman, don’t you ever get tired of this?” I yell, flipping backward as he swoops down on his glider, claws outstretched. “It’s Halloween! Take a break, man!”

His grin only widens, that twisted smile burning itself into my mind. “Why would I take a break when I can have so much fun? Let’s see how many little monsters you can save before they end up splattered across the pavement.”

I grind my teeth. This guy. He’s not just evil—he’s enjoying this. Every moment of it.

I shoot a webline to the Ferris wheel, trying to steady it, but the drones are still wreaking havoc, and the whole thing groans louder, metal screeching as it starts to tip. The people inside are screaming now, realizing they’re seconds away from disaster.

“Come on, Parker, you can do this,” I mutter to myself. I yank on the web, using every bit of strength I’ve got to keep the wheel from collapsing. Sweat drips down my face inside the mask, and my arms are shaking from the strain.

Just a little longer, just a little—

Another pumpkin bomb explodes, sending shockwaves through the air. The Goblin’s drones are swarming around me, and the wheel jerks forward again, threatening to fall completely.

“Too slow, Spider-Man!” Norman taunts from above, his glider zipping around like a deadly vulture circling its prey. “You’re always so focused on playing hero, but you can’t save them all!”

I want to throw a witty comeback, something to wipe that grin off his face, but there’s no time. I’m losing this one. I can’t web the Ferris wheel and fight Norman at the same time. My heart’s pounding, my brain’s racing for a solution, but nothing’s coming fast enough.

Then, out of nowhere, I see it—movement at the edge of the chaos. It’s not one of Norman’s goons; it’s someone else. Someone who’s fast, confident, and heading straight for the people trapped near the collapsing ride.

I don’t know who they are, but maybe—just maybe—I’ve got some backup.

I grin behind the mask, despite everything. “Guess the night’s not over yet, Goblin. Looks like I’m not the only one crashing your party.”

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