《Re:Spider》Second Evolution
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as i felt my body growing tired, i clumsly stepped down from the carcass of the jaguar. ´oh shiet, evolution...? n-now?´ i lazely blinked as i thought over what Blacky was saying. ´uh, i-i choose... the jaguar? i mean, Dick was pretty... uh, j-just do it bef-fo-fore i doze off...´ as i stumbeled towards the heavely injured George, i saw him move closer to me on fumbeling legs. "S-Spidey!..."
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i felt how my body fell and hit the ground. i didnt fall far, nor was my body that heavy. yet it felt as if a weighed a ton and the grounf was 500 meters below me. i didnt even feel how george picked me up. his warm hands had wrapped around me and held me up.
´h-huh... what is going on...?´ i tried looking around, only to find it dark as night. ´w-well, guess its night now... uhhh, George? where are you?´ i tried to move, but my legs felt wierd. ´huh? what the fuck is up with my legs...´
´ok... land walker, hearing and what the fuck is a carapace?´ i tapped the ground, only to hear an unfamiliar sound. "tap tap tap" ´wait, what the fuck am i standing on...´ i looked around me, and found it pitch black. even during the night i could see clearly. but this was dark, darker then it had ever been since i awoke. even in the egg i was born in it wasent so dark. atleast there was some yellow hue there.
´uh, George?´ i tapped on the wall, and again i hear that wierd sound. ´no...wait, i know this sound...´ "tap tap tap" ´wait wait wait, did George put me back into that jar? hey!´ my body had truly grown, as i could barely fit into the glass jar. earlier it had been quite spacious, allowling me to run easely from side to side. with alot of trouble i finally got my legs to the lid. i put my four functioning legs into four different holes, and rotated it. at first, it was hard since i was a weak spider and i had to rotate it thoe other way then usuall.
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´hugh...´ "creeeeeak" finally i felt it budge. i kept rotating it to the best of my powers, and finally, it fell off. i pushed hard at it and the lid fell off. finally, i climbed out, only to find it just as dark as before. but thankfully, i could see a little. every second, the whole thing bounced, sending everything inside it tumbeling around. ´oh, shiiiiet, am i back in his bag? goddamn it George!´
"hmm, hm hm, hmmm hmmmmm..." he was humming a song i knew very well. `Im Mandy Fly Me???´ i shuffeled around the bag, and finally i found the opening. ´ha ha! im coming for you, Georgio!´ i poked the opening with my wierd leg, and lifed myself up so i could see out. ´whoa, its so dark, why arent you sleeping Georgio?´ the forest creaked around us, and several animal sounds sounded around us. ´hmmm, if i were to show myself to Georgio... he would be scared as fuck, wouldnt he?´ and so i decided to remain just on the lookout.
after a while of just walking, we came to a clearing. he apperently decided that that was the best place to settle down for the night. i saw this as my golden oppertunity to show him my final form. i poked out my head of the bag, and slowly but surely i made my way in fron of him. at first he didnt notice me, but then his eyes went wide, so i totally knew he saw me. i setelled down in fron of him, and i could clearly see sweat dripping from his forehead.
"S-Spidey?... i-is that you?" i gladly wiggeled my abodamen to show it was me. he straightend his back as he cleared his throat. "and how the fuck did you grow this fucking bid in a single day?" ´huh?´ only then do i realize that mayby eating a fucking panter might have made me huge. as i looked at my abodamen, Georgio facepalmed himself. what i saw made me curious.
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the pattern you othen find on Panthers was on my abodamen. they were even more golden the the abodamen itself. along the abodamen, a black stripe sent from my body to where i ejeckt Goldie. on the sides of it were the pattern, and the eight white spots. when i looked at my canons, i belive they changed the most. they were fluffy and golden, in fact, they quite closely resembeled that of the jaguar. i could not move them. but i did hypotizise that they were probobly quite alike that of a centipede, only fluffy. but the major change in me, was most definetely my size. i was about 30cm long. in fact, i was a little bit smaller then three Goliath SPiders in a row. of course, i didnt know what a Goliath Spider was, but i knew i was huge.
Georgio looked at me, with fear clearly showing on his face. "ehem, i know you cant speak, but if you are a friendly spider who would like to help me, the you know... move to the left or something..." at his words, i moved my long wierd legs to the left, moving almost like a crab. ´ok, dude... im on your side, as a fellow human!´ Georgio looked at me, totally doubting me. but when i sat myself down on my rump, he sighed. hopefully in relief.
"ok, i know you might be kinda angry couse i put you in a jar, but understand that it was for your best! had i held you, or put you on my shoulder, you could have fallen off or been eaten by a bird!" ´ooookay, as long as you dont repeat it.´
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