So I forgot about Spiderverse for a hot minute.

And now I haven't!

This is the result of that.

Also: I am basically making this up as I go, so forgive me for any inconsistencies. I haven't seen this movie in a while.

Sorry if the start seems a little slow, I just wanna set up the scene, k?

This is gonna be a new multi-part series within this entire fic, so it will continue later!

Reviews:

Luvlygirl32: Haha, here's your update! Sorry for taking so long. Thank you, and I'm glad you're enjoying it so far! :)

DragonbladeB5: I am soooo sorry! I haven't had a lot of inspiration for that fic, since I haven't watched either series in a while, especially Yokai Watch. I've just felt more inspired to write other stories. I dunno when I'm gonna update Dawn of a New World… but I'm not giving up on it yet!

Happy late birthday as well, if you're seeing this! I'm sorry I'm so late.

Guest: Lol, are you ok?! *shakes* WAKE UP, THE NEXT CHAPTER IS HERE!

I don't own Voltron: Legendary Defender or any aspect of Spider-Man, including Into the Spiderverse.

Enjoy! :)

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Summary: Keith thought he had seen everything. Space? Check. Aliens? Check. A huge anime robot? More like five. An alternate dimension? Check that too.

An alternate dimension with other Spider-people? Well… he supposed could check that off too. sigh

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It had felt like forever since Keith had put on his Spider-man suit.

The last time was when he had done it to surprise his friends in the Castle of Lions. He had stayed as the superhero for a while, and he had somehow kept his identity a secret the entire time. Which was an incredible feat, considering his track record of people figuring it out.

But now, it had been… probably months since.

He missed it, to be honest. The suit used to be his life. Keith didn't think he was even used to being out of it, even though he hardly wore it at all anymore.

His eyes shifted to his bed. More specifically, the compartment that lied under it. Maybe…

No. He shook his head. He couldn't risk it. But, his mind whispered to him, it'd only be for a second… it won't be long. It won't be long enough for anyone to see. Do it.

Keith sighed. Right. Not like anyone was going to check in on him in the middle of the night. And so, he relented. He quickly opened the compartment and grabbed the backpack inside.

He got dressed into the suit in record time, thanks to the many times he's had to put in on in the past with next-to-no notice. He put his current clothes inside the backpack, not really wanting to put them on the floor, as clean as it probably was.

Keith stood there, in the middle of his room, and he could feel the tension in his shoulders already relaxing. Maybe it was because his body knew instinctively that the suit meant freedom and relief from the stresses of real life.

Huh. That was nice.

The suit hugged his body comfortably, almost as if it were welcoming him. He sighed, relishing in the feeling for a minute. The feeling really didn't last very long though. It felt like home. It felt too much like home.

He hastily grabbed the backpack, definitely ready to get out of the suit now. However, as soon as he had a hand on the strap, out of literally nowhere, something started to pull him backwards. He was able to maintain his balance (thanks spider powers), but he did stumble.

Keith looked behind him and, to his horror, was some kind of weird, extremely colorful and glitchy wormhole. If it could even be called that. Unfortunately, he didn't even get the chance to examine it further, as the hole suddenly increased in strength, succeeding in sweeping the poor teen off of his feet and into the unknown.

Wherever it was taking him, he had a feeling that it wouldn't be good. Anything that ever happened to Spider-man was never good. Blame the Parker luck.

As he was sucked in, he could see the hole close behind him, but he didn't get to focus on that. Instead his new surroundings were a huge distraction.

All around Keith were things that he knew were beyond his comprehension. Colors and shapes and light and darkness passed before his eyes impossibly fast, none staying long enough for him to get a closer look at. He had a feeling that he wouldn't have liked what he saw, if he could even comprehend it.

He fell and fell and fell, and his mind grew dizzy and disoriented, and his body began to feel stretched and heavy. How long he fell, he didn't know. Time felt irrelative and null. But, to his utter relief, he saw the exit up ahead.

Too bad he didn't brace himself for impact. It would've been nice if he didn't have to feel pain, he thought as he slid down the wall he had crashed into. He blamed the portal and its weird portal powers.

He eventually scrambled up the wall, not wanting to find what lied at the bottom quite just yet. Turns out that a ledge wasn't very far, luckily. He pulled himself up easily, and after he brushed himself off, he finally took the chance to look at his surroundings. He was prepared for anything, and he was fully expecting to so some other alien planet or something.

Keith turned around and looked up, and nothing could have prepared him for what he saw.

His breath hitched as his eyes widened. New York sprawled across his entire view, stretched into the far-off horizon. The city lights twinkled beautifully under the darkening sky, and advertisements made themselves known as they shone brightly down below.

New York. What the actual quiznack?! The portal took him here, of all places? Why? How?

He was so confused right now.

Keith took the backpack still in his hand and slung it over his shoulders. Well. He guessed that there were a couple of things he could do right now.

One: he could go to Aunt May's. Considering his position, he didn't think he was very far from the apartment, and he was sure she might have heard something about his disappearance. He didn't want her to worry, and he wanted to reassure her that he was safe, at least. Two: he could go to the Tower. He could easily see the large, red logo from where he was standing. He should probably tell Mr. Stark about the portal that had dropped him off; he knew that the man would be incredibly intrigued. Three: he-

Wait wait wait. Red? He gave the tower a closer look. And yep, it was red. What? Did Mr. Stark get the blue one replaced with a red one?

No, that didn't seem like something he would do… Hmm… This was suspicious. Maybe he shouldn't head there today…

Wait a sec. Now that he looked closer at his surroundings, there was something… incredibly off. Even though the city looked the same, he noticed that there was actually a difference that he hadn't noticed.

The advertisements he had seen showed familiar products, but there were different names for them. Maybe they were popular knock-offs of the original, but he found it unlikely. He doubted the original companies would've liked fake products being advertised across one of the largest cities in the United States. Also, streets that he thought he knew were gone, replaced by buildings he didn't know, and streets that he knew never existed definitely existed now.

Sure, it was perfectly possible that the city had gone through some major renovations while he was gone, but… he had only been gone for a couple of years. He knew that it definitely took longer than that. And he hadn't heard anything about it when he had left New York, and he was sure he would've.

But… if this wasn't the New York that he knew… then where was he, exactly? And how would he find out?

Hmm… for now, he should probably lay low. Who knows what could happen. He quickly changed back into his regular clothes, only slightly shivering in the cool air. It was nothing he wasn't used too. He took the fire escape down. No need to risk his identity by jumping or climbing down. Although, his identity might be the least of his worries right now.

Keith wandered the streets. Some may have called him a genius before (though he doubted he was), but that didn't mean that he knew what to do. In fact, he had absolutely no idea what to do. Which was great, really. In a New York that wasn't New York.

Why couldn't his life be easy, one of these days? Really.

The streets were sparsely lit, the bright ads and the pale lamp posts only served to cast even darker shadows. Every shady alleyway he passed was impossible to look into, covered in complete darkness. He avoided them, of course. His spider sense buzzed every time he passed by one.

Was there usually that much crime in New York? He didn't want to exaggerate, but it seemed that there were dangers everywhere. Then again, if they didn't have a Spider-Man here (wherever here was), maybe there was no reason for the crime to stop? He wouldn't know.

He eventually turned his attention away from the alleys and turned it towards the city itself. He had found himself in the heart of the city. There were still a lot of people out, despite the late hour. The bright lights were as bright as the sun, making the area almost as bright as daylight. However, the people seemed… disheartened. He could see the sorrow in their eyes and in their half-hearted attempts at cheering up.

What had happened? Did something truly terrible happen enough for everyone to look like… this? Why was New York so sad, today? He had never seen so many people look so depressed before.

Before he could think on it further, his stomach rumbled quietly. Oh great. He was hungry. Well, he supposed that he had neglected to eat dinner… He rummaged through his backpack. Aaaaaaaaand there it was! In triumph, he fished out his worn wallet. He could only hope he had some money in there.

He opened it. Let's see… he had a 20 dollar bill. That was more than enough! He also had a 100 dollar bill too, but that was for absolute emergencies. He always had one stashed in his bag, just in case.

Luckily, there was… was that that old burger place? He was sure that that had shut down ages ago. He kinda missed the place, to be honest. Even if it wasn't a very good burger place. Well. At least it was there now. It would be a perfect distraction. And he really needed a distraction.

Keith happily walked in. The white fluorescent lights felt familiar, at the very least. The guy behind the counter looked bored as hell, even as Keith ordered his usual. He couldn't believe that the place still had all the same stuff the other one had. Small mercies.

He took one of the tables by the windows and sat down patiently. To pass the time, he looked through his backpack to see what he had. Might as well. He might have something useful in there. After all, it was his emergency pack. Just in case.

You could never be too cautious.

He had his suit, of course. There was a small first-aid kit (which might prove useful, as it always did, unfortunately), a small sewing kit (sometimes it was nice to sew his suit back up while watching the sunset from a skyscraper), a ton of granola bars (he always found himself hungry every once in a while; they were a good and healthy snack, thank you very much, and they lasted for ages, luckily), his trusty shortsword (which he had put in there as he was getting dressed in his room; it almost never left his side), his wallet (of course), some tools (he never knew when his web-shooters might break, or if he had to fix something for someone real quick; both have happened), and finally, his phone and a pair of earphones (phones were absolutely necessary in this modern age, and music was a good way to alleviate his boredom when crime decided to take a break too). There was a charger in there as well.

Honestly, this was his emergency Spider-Man/Earth backpack, and not his emergency Voltron/space backpack.

He had left his phone in there ever since all the Voltron stuff since he didn't to waste the battery and he did not need to tempt himself. Keith took the phone out and turned it on. To his relief, the thing was actually completely charged, surprisingly. Did he have access to the internet? Hmm… no. It seemed that he didn't have a wi-fi plan or whatever. Which made sense.

Ah well. At least he would still be able to use most of the apps on his phone and listen to music if he ever wanted to. Which was nice.

His number was called. Ohhhh his food was ready!

He dug into his burger hungrily. He hummed in satisfaction; it was better than he remembered, though that might be because he hadn't had a burger in forever. He drank his milkshake almost in one gulp. Man, he had missed junk food. Which was probably a bad thing, considering how unhealthy it was, but he didn't really care at the moment.

The burger, in reality, probably wasn't even that good, if his memories served him right. Still, the taste was familiar in an unfamiliar place, and really, that was all he needed at the moment.

Keith would've never noticed the new customers coming in, but his spider sense decided that he did need to notice them. It buzzed in his mind, which made Keith look up with wide eyes at the people that had just come in.

One was some middle-aged guy with messy brown hair and an unkempt face. He wore an incredibly worn-out coat and plain gray sweatpants. A bright red shirt peeked out from the coat, hardly even visible. His expression was tired-looking, and his eyes held this kind of word-weary look to them. He was just a bit… portly. The man looked kind of like those homeless people Keith would give food too whenever he swung by.

There was a young African-American teen right behind the guy. He looked a couple of years younger than Keith himself was. He wore an unzipped, jade green jacket over a orange hoodie. Both looked kinda big on him. He wore regular jeans. His own expression seemed unsure and nervous.

Keith felt his eyebrows furrowing as he sat there confused. Why would his sense warn him of these people, they didn't seem like they were harmful at all, although he supposed that you shouldn't judge a book by its cover…

But then his spied sense buzzed again, and Keith realized that this was different. It wasn't warning him about a danger. It was warning him that…. that…

That these two people were like him.

Ok, where the quiznack had that thought come from?! He was about to say it out loud too. That would've gone over incredibly well. Like, "You're like me. Oh sorry, the words just slipped out of my mouth and I have no idea what it means and I know that you don't know me at all so sorry for being weird." Yeah. That'd be splendid.

The two new people, apparently done ordering, made their way to the window seats closest to the entrance and, by extension, closest to the counter. They were… oddly silent. Weird.

Oh well. He had no idea what was so important about them (really, he didn't), so he (hesitantly) shifted his eyes away and put his burger to his mouth again when, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the two suddenly jolt.

And then they looked straight at him.

He met their gazes with confusion and stubbornness. What the actual hell? Why were they looking at him now? He could see the confusion on their faces, but he could also see the realization bloom out of nowhere.

Uhhhh what had they just realized? Should he be scared?

No, his spider sense told him.

Keith felt that maybe he should get it checked one of these days.

The two, more specifically the man, strided towards him, with a purpose in his step. The teen still looked a bit confused, but he seemed to be a little relieved about something.

The man now stood in front of his table, looking at him with a strangely focused expression. Keith raised his eyebrow. What was the guy going to do?

And then the words tumbled out of his mouth. "You're like me. Us, I mean. You're like us." He gestured to the teen who had just walked up behind him.

Seriously? He scoffed. "You do know that that's an incredibly weird thing to say to someone you've never met, right?" He took a sip of his milkshake, slurping it to punctuate his point. He was careful to keep his face as deadpan as possible.

The two blinked in shock, and Keith couldn't stop the vague sense of satisfaction he felt at their reactions. Ah, Spidey snark, he had missed it so.

He gestured to the bench across from him, and the two sat down, still a little stunned, but mostly out of it. The older guy took the window seat. How rude. But it seemed that the other teen was fine with it, so he didn't mention it.

The older guy looked at him. "So what's your story?"

"Isn't that what I should be asking you? You're the one who came to me out of nowhere. Don't I deserve an explanation?" Wow, he had gotten bold these last couple of years. Being Keith probably helped with that.

The guy gaped for a moment before he gestured animatedly. "No, no, you're right. I'll explain. But first!" He nudged the teen. "Our food's ready."

The teen looked so done by that point, but he got up anyways. The older guy gave him a lazy grin as the teen cane back with a tray. He took one of the drinks and gave the rest of it to the other guy.

The guy started eating and talking at the same time. What came out of his mouth was intelligible garbage and half-chewed food. Gross.

He could see the same emotion going across the other teen's face, and he was glad he wasn't the only one thinking that.

"In English, please? I don't think I can understand you over that whole eating thing you're doing right now."

The guy stops at Keith's words, and he slowed down his eating ever so slightly. But it was enough to understand him, at least.

"Ok, so here's the thing. You're from another universe, right? What am I talking about, of course you are." He didn't give Keith any time to answer, and he surely did not see the shock and horror that shot through him. Nope, he just kept rambling. "Anyways, I'm Peter, Peter B. Parker, and over there is a Spider-Kid, Miles or whatever his name is."

Keith felt the blood drain from his face. His name was Peter Parker? Well. That would explain the alternate universe thing….

The older Peter kept talking. "Anyways, short story is, the Peter Parker of this universe is gone, and he knew more about what happened than we do, so we're going to retrace his steps and get the info we need to get outta here as soon as possible. Oh, and thank Wilson Fisk for that, he was the one who built the faulty interdimensional machine."

Keith blinked. He was a bit confused and of course a little overwhelmed at the situation. This was definitely not how he thought his day would go. He took a deep breath, figuring that he should introduce himself,at least. "Call me Keith, then. Keith Kogane." Even though his actual name was also Peter Parker, he figured that it'd be easier if he just went with Keith, especially if the older guy was name Peter as well.

It would savehassle.

He had a feeling that it would save them a lot of time.

Besides, he didn't think he'd be able to handle being called Peter again, right now. He was so used to the name Keith at this point, it was almost kind of sad, really.

Peter nodded. "Ok. Keith. I can work with that. Tell us your story." He started munching on the fries and leaned back.

"About what?"

"Your Spidey story, come on, everyone has one. Give us the deets."

"Right now?"

"Yes, right now! We don't have a lot of time, but I need to know your experience level. Just so that I know you won't get your butt kicked every five seconds. In the meantime, hey kid?" He turned to Miles. "Look up Alchemax for me, would ya? Thanks."

Keith sighed.

Alright people, so let's do this one last time.

My name is Keith Kogane. I was bitten by a radioactive spider when I was 15, and for the last 3 (or was it 4?) years, I was the one and only Spider-man. I guess, until now, at least.

I saved a lot of people. From, you know, the usual mugger and stuff. I got to help Iron Man fight Captain America (which was reaaaaally cool; I caught his shield), got a cool new suit, almost got a girlfriend, almost fixed a ferry with my own two hands, got grounded, learned that the girl I was taking to prom had a dad who was the Vulture (that was fun), proceeded to ditch her so that I could stop him, got a building toppled on top of me, stopped the evil bird guy, saved his life, saved the day. The girl moved away. I declined an invitation to the Avengers (though I was pretty sure it was just a test), then proceeded to meet the Avengers, freaked out, grew a mullet to get into the prodigious Galaxy Garrison, stayed there for a while before I got kicked out, lived in the desert for a year because my friend got abducted in space, and when he crashed back to Earth, proceeded to find a weird robot lion, flew millions of light years away in it, and found 4 other lions like it to form the strongest weapon in the known universe in order to stop an evil intergalactic empire from taking over even more of the universe.

A lot of stuff happened. My friend disappeared, my mom was an alien, I joined a team of rebel space assassins that she was a part of, and my friend came back, albeit suspiciously.

So I was in my room, when all of a sudden a weird portal sucked me off my feet and yeeted me into a brick wall. There, I found myself in New York, but it wasn't really New York, so I wondered without a clue what to do. Then I was hungry, so I came in here because I remembered their burgers, and then you guys came in, and here we are.

He leaned back, finally done, and he slurped his milkshake again even though there was hardly anything left in it.

The two across from him blinked. Yeeeeaaaah, maybe he shouldn't have mentioned the Voltron stuff… Oh well, it was too late. They were the ones that had wanted to know. He was not at fault here. They were in an alternate dimension, surely they could accept space and aliens and super overpowered robots?

Oh good, Peter already snapped out of it, blinking the shock away. Wow, it was weird calling him that. "Wow. O-kay then." He turned to Miles. "So whatcha got there, kid?"

He showed him the results of his phone. As Peter looked it over, Miles looked up at him with questioning but hopeful eyes. "You know, the Peter here had offered to teach me before, you know…" He got quiet for a second before he continued. "So, do you have any cool Spider-Man tips to give me? Some helpful advice?"

Peter scrolled down on the phone. "Oh yeah, always disinfect the mask use baby powder whenever you're out in the suit, especially on the joints, it will make your life much more comfortable. You don't want chafing, do you?"

"Uhhh, I guess not? Is there…. Anything else?"

Peter pretended to think for moment. "Nope, I got nothing else for you."

Miles gave him a deadpan looked that just screamed you're horrible. Keith could hear him mumble from across the table. "I think you'll be a terrible mentor."

Peter either didn't hear him or didn't care. His eyes lit up as he found what he was looking for. "Ah-ha! The Alchemax building is in Hudson Valley, New York huh? Good thing it's not too far. Would've been a pain if it was in California or something, y'know?"

Keith saw Miles perk up in what was probably excitement. "Oh, you could teach me how to swing on the way there!" He flicked out his hands Spider-Man style, making little swoosh sounds.

Aw. How cute. Keith smirked a little. He had the feeling that Peter had the same idea, as he laughed aloud, as if Miles had said something incredibly funny.

Perhaps he had.

Before anyone could say anything, the guy who had been behind the counter slammed the receipt on the table, glaring at the group. He looked at Peter expectantly. Said man blinked, and then sheepishly laughed. Oh no.

He gave the two teens another lazy smile that hid a sheepish tone. "Any of you guys have money? I didn't exactly carry any cash on me when I was magically portaled away from my apartment."

Keith sighed took out his 20 dollar bill. It would be just enough to pay for everything.

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Keith could hear Miles groan next to him. The three of them sat in the very last seat on the bus, basically sprawled across each other as they tried to stay awake in the growing daylight. Keith knew that they were close to their destination.

Miles got up from his lax position and tiredly stared at Peter. "Why didn't we just swing over there? It would've been so much cooler and way more exciting! And wouldn't it be faster anyways?"

Peter gave another laugh, much smaller this time. "I'm not going to go swinging right after I had that wonderful burger breakfast. The bus means less work for me, you, everyone."

Miles slouched disappointedly. Keith decided to reassure him. "If we had decided to swing over there, it actually would've been slower. Considering how tired you guys look and how you don't know much about swinging yet, it might've taken us longer than we'd like. Besides, we need to save our energy for what's next; we might need it more then than we need it now."

He could see Miles's eyes brighten considerably with understanding, and he nodded in confirmation. Good, that was handled for now. He hoped there would be no more complications.

He was wrong. He was always wrong.

The three suited up (and thank god for the trees that surrounded them). Peter was wearing a Spider-Man outfit that seemed to have this classic look to it. It was mostly red and blue, without the black highlights on Keith's own suit. He did wear his sweatpants over the suit, though. For some reason. Miles looked like he was wearing one of those cheap Halloween costumes, the cheap material streching as it tried to encompass Miles's entire body. It looked a little… tight. The mask had obvious eye holes in it. He kept his Nikes on, which, ok, was a good idea, probably.

He also wore a bright yellow cape. Miles posed next to the two of them, his cape fluttering almost impressively in the breeze. Keith saw Peter shake his head. "That's a no on the cape."

Miles spluttered. "But, but… it's cool!"

Too bad Keith agreed with Peter. "You do know how impractical those are, right?" he should know. He had tried it when he had first gotten his spider powers. Let's just say… it hadn't gone very well. There was a reason why Edna in The Incredibles insisted on an outfit with no capes. All those things she had said about them were, unfortunately, true.

The younger teen tried to retort, but Peter ripped the fabric off of his back before he could say anything. "Nope. The cape is disrespectful, you know. Spider-Man doesn't wear capes."

...He wasn't wrong.

After that debacle, the three crouched behind a large rock, and they looked over at the square Alchemax building. Peter spoke out loud, though it seemed like he was more talking to himself than to them. "So we have to retrace the other Peter's steps? What would I do if I was here looking for information…. Ah-ha! I got it!"

He listed the steps to his plan off, and Keith could swear that he could see the man going through the actions as he said them. He'd sneak through a vent at the top, find the head scientist's office, hack (download) stuff from the computer into his homemade flash drive, sneak out, take a bagel as his reward, and get the heck outta there, mission complete, ta-da!

Miles was kind enough to ask the question that Keith was just about to ask himself. "What about us?" He gestured to himself and Keith with slight confusion about what their roles might be.

Keith had a feeling he knew.

Peter blinked, and then he enthusiastically said, "Oh, of course! I'll need a good look out, and you two would be perfect for the job!" It was painfully obvious that they guy wanted to do it by himself.

Keith sighed. He hated it when he was right.

Miles seemed just as peeved about it as he did, for both the same and a different reason. "How am I supposed to learn how to be Spider-Man if you don't teach or show me? If you do, I'll be able to help." And the kid had a point there.

Keith decided to give his own two cents. "And I'm experienced when it comes to things like infiltration and sabotage, so shouldn't I be able to help, at least?" The Blade of Marmora was a secretive rebel group, after all.

Peter didn't seem to hear him. "Just watch and learn, kids, I'll be right back!" He jumped up and started to swing away, his voice echoing across the distance. "I'll quiz you when I get back!"

Keith and Miles watched him until they couldn't hear him anymore. Then, Miles turned around and slid down the boulder. "Why'd we have to stick with the weird, hobo Spider-Man?" He looked absolutely exasperated. He hit the rock behind him with frustration, and it broke upon impact. He blinked in surprise. "Oh. That's new."

Keith looked at the rock that Miles broke. "Spider-Man has super strength, you know." He did the same thing Miles did on his side of the rock, and the same thing happened, albeit more rock broke apart.

Miles stared at him with wide eyes. "Wait, you've been Spider-Man for a while now, right?"

Keith didn't think he liked where this was going. "Uh, yeah?"

Miles grabbed his shoulders in overexaggerated desperation. "Then can you teach me how to be Spider-Man? Please, I need someone too!"

Keith looked at him. He could see that Miles was serious. That he felt like he had an obligation to be Spider-Man. Probably that whole thing with the 'dead Peter Parker had promised but he's gone now and I really want to live up to his promise and I don't know what to do' thing.

He looked at the younger teenager in the eye, hoping to get his next point across. "Let me ask you this: do you want to be Spider-Man?"

Miles looked a bit confused. "What do you mean? Of course I want to be Spider-Man!"

"What I mean is that being Spider-Man is a big responsibility. You'll never be able to enjoy your life the same way again. Being a hero is pretty stressful, so I want to make sure that you know what you're getting into. So, are you really sure that you feel like you're ready?"

Miles looked down at his lap, seeming to contemplate his words. But Keith could see the tightening of his fists, the stubborn look on his face.

The younger teen returned his gaze with fire and determination, and that's when Keith knew his answer before he could even say it aloud.

"Yes."

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Heheh, we aren't even at the good part yet.

Sorry to cut it here, but this chap was getting kinda long and I want to save all of the exciting stuff for later :D

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