Deep beneath the streets of Hosu City, several scientists were sitting in a room, working on computers and watching a massive machine from behind a window. The machine resembled two large cannons pointed at each other, with several gears inside each one. Accompanying the scientists was a tall, lanky man with short, dark, brown hair, golden eyes, three piercings in his left ear, a small scar on his forehead, and a red and gold plague doctor mask covering his mouth and nose. He was wearing a dark, olive green bomber jacket over a black dress shirt and a white necktie, his collar laced with purple fur, brown trousers, and white, latex gloves. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, exposing the dark gray, metallic chassis of his prosthetic arms. One of the scientists turned to the man.
"Master Overhaul," he said, getting the man's attention. "The machine is ready."
"Excellent," Overhaul replied. "Activate the Super-Collider."
The scientist flipped a switch, and the "Super-Collider" started humming as it whirred to life. The cannons started spinning as their insides glowed with a reddish-purple light. Two massive beams of crackling energy shot out of the cannons and met in the middle, twisting the fabric of space and time and creating a swirling, black vortex. Underneath his mask, Overhaul grinned. Everything was going according to plan. However, after a few seconds, an alarm sounded.
"What's going on?!" he asked the scientist, yelling over the sound of the alarm.
"I-I dunno, sir!" the scientist responded. "It looks like the Collider is malfunctioning!"
However, Overhaul didn't have much time to process this, as the vortex of energy condensed into a tiny ball before exploding with enough force to shatter the glass window and knock everyone back. Overhaul flew into a metal wall with enough force to dent it, crying out in pain upon the impact as he slid to the ground. He got up and looked at the Collider, and his brows narrowed as he saw that it was heavily damaged by the explosion.
"Damn," he muttered. The experiment was an apparent failure. However, he didn't know if his eyes were playing tricks on him, but he could've sworn he saw several lights exit the vortex before it collapsed.
Elsewhere, a man was lying on a nearby rooftop, the ground beneath him cracked from the impact of him falling. He was wearing a skin-tight, light green suit, with blue patches on the sides and underarms, a red belt with a black spider emblem on the buckle, a matching spider emblem on the chest, red sneakers, a black, web-like pattern all over the suit, and a mask that completely covered his face, with large, white lenses covering his eyes. He groaned in pain as he got to his feet, and pulled off his mask, revealing fair skin, freckles, large, green eyes, and a mop of messy, dark green hair. He looked around with an expression of confusion.
"Where the hell am I?" he asked no one in particular.
So this is a new story that I'm writing on Wattpad, and I decided to cross-post this to FF, AO3, and r/fanfiction on Reddit so it'll get more exposure. Hope you guys enjoy!
