After 25 minutes on the bus, he had finally reached his destination. The klyntar had noticed the stop in motion, and reattached itself onto his ankle. Raf then proceeded to hastily, walk up the street until he reached the school's entrance way. In the hallways, he was immediately greeted by a multitude of half-asleep students casually walking around, sauntering to their first classes. He, on the other hand, was a dynamo of energy today, and briskly double-stepped over every stair in the school's numerous staircases.

His first class was on the fourth floor which meant that he had to traverse a grueling eight flights of stairs. For just about anybody, this task would produce at least a single bead of sweat even at a relatively leisurely pace, but not for Raf. "Did I just do that?", said Raf. He was now also indeed puzzled as to how this came to be. He wasn't even out of breath.

I haven't even eaten anything for breakfast this morning; how the hell did I manage to do that? Usually, he just dismissed these odd occurrences as something insignificant like a minor jolt of energy, but this time it felt...different. So different, that he said what's the harm in trying? Instead of heading directly into his classroom to get a head start on his work, like he normally did, he deviated from his normal routine, and headed all the way back down to the ground-floor to go to the school's public weight room. The room was always empty, and that gave Raf the opportunity to test a hypothesis he had in the back of his mind.

He approached one of those dreaded bench presses that he, only less than occasionally, used. His max, to his best knowledge, was a poor 75 lbs. He wasn't really fit, but what he made up for strength was determination. He took of his backpack and swaeter, and proceeded to position himself under the bar, which now weighed 95 lbs, and breathed in and out as to prepare for his little test. He extended his arms, and before he knew it, he was rapidly lifting those 95 lbs without breaking a sweat.

"Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho", he chuckled to himself.

"Holy Shit, I knew it!"

He set down the weight slowly back onto its shelf, and got up. "I'm a friggin superhero!" Energy was coursing through his veins; he felt like this was a sort of high that he couldn't come down from. He tried another thing this time. He picked up two 60 pound dumbbells that were lying on the floor, and proceeded to do Jumping-Jacks with them.

He set them down again, and let out a cheer made up of joy, disbelief, and excitement. Just then, he heard a voice saying, "Do you like your new abilities, Raf?" He turned around at the entrance only to see nothing but a concrete wall and some old, school doors. "What the-who said that?", he asked tentatively. "Do not be alarmed Raf, I mean you no harm", the voice said.

"Uh, sure, ok", he replied nervously. "Where are you anyways?" At that moment, he felt something slither up from his ankle, and onto his arm. It engulfed his entire forearm, and heard the voice once more saying, "Here I am." He instinctively backed up, but kept his arm up, as if he were a waiter holding a platter in the air.

He was breathing heavily now. His mind was racing, trying to make sense of all of this. "As much as I am enjoying this rush of adrenaline, I really need you to calm down", the voice spoke. Raf took in deep and shuddering breaths. "That's it, in and out", the now revealed klyntar spoke.

"I am what you would call-"

"I know what you are, but how can you even be real?"

"I'm afraid I don't get your meaning", the klyntar said confusingly.

"You don't exist, you're a-a-a comic book character. You can't be real."

"Maybe in your multiverse, but where I come from, I am very much real"

"Multiverse? Are you saying your from another reality?"

"Precisely"

"So what you're saying is, you've come from another reality where the fictional works of Stan Lee and Steve Ditko are real?"

"I know not of whom these people are, but from what I can decipher from that, yes."

Raf had now understood what was going on, and that, ironically, made sense to him. "I know you must have a million questions right now, but I care for your welfare, and I can sense how much you value your education, so we will discuss this after your classes are over, ok?" "Alright, sure", Raf said attentively. The symbiote leaped off his forearm and seeped into his backpack. With the symbiote now off, Raf checked his wristwatch. It read, 7:58 am. Oh crap, I'm gonna be late for class. He quickly put on his jacket and backpack, and hurried off.

Author's Note: Oh my god, guys thank you so much for the follows on my story. I thought it wouldn't catch on, but, lo and behold, here I am. This is my first time writing fan fiction, so if you have any problems with the pacing of the story, just leave your suggestions in the comments on how I can do better, or if you're enjoying where this story is going, just leave a friendly comment saying so. Again, thank you to all you guys. You're tha best.