This chapter actually has two endings, which won't usually happen, but I felt I had to for this.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own U.S.M nor this story idea except the ending. The main story idea with goblin was by Queen Sissy. Harry's project was mine.
Chapter 3: Caution Fragile!
Norman-now the Green Goblin-watched his son Harry through a telescope in an abandoned apartment building. Sometimes he missed him. He watched Harry struggle with a chemistry project. Goblin was getting annoyed at how wrong the process was. Maybe it wouldn't hurt if he just nudged him in the right direction.
That night, Goblin snuck into the Oscorp building and into the laboratory, where Harry's project lay, unfinished.
"Alright now if I just combine this chemical with-" Goblin winced as the small vial slipped from his clumsy, thick fingers. Nothing stirred.
"Ok, well I could just substitute that with-" He went to pick up another bottle and it shattered in his hand. The thick chemical splashed into his eyes.
"Grr!" Goblin suppressed a scream. He bumped into a table and sent its contents breaking and spilling on the floor. Finally he grabbed a towel and rubbed his eyes. He took a deep breath and stared at the project, clenching and unclenching his fingers and narrowing his eyes.
"Right, it's just you and me, you and me..." He began slowly walking towards it. He kept repeating himself in that kind of voice that people use when they are going insane due to-for example- a rubix cube or a science project. Goblin grabbed some powder and gently tried to rip the bag open and it ripped into halves, the powder piling onto the floor. Next he tried using a pipette to squeeze exactly one drop of water into another beaker and squeezed all of the water out. The water fell into the hot acid-like chemical creating thick smoky fog.
"Oh for crying out loud!" He raged, and broke several more beakers in his attempt to wave the fog away from him.
"Never mind!" He roared and went to fetch a mop and broom, both of which were made of flimsy wood and broke immediately. Goblin threw the broken cleaning supplies down and walked back to the door. On his way, he slipped on some glass and was propelled, face-first, into the metal Oscorp door. He tore the door off its hinges and continued to limp through the building (stopping by the medical ward to grab a Band-Aid, which happened to have a smiling kitten printed on it) and made his exit with as much dignity as he could muster. Unfortunately, while he forgot about his own security cameras the press didn't. And for the next week, J. Jonah. Jameson had something other than Spiderman to report-and laugh-about.
Nicer ending-
He made his exit with as much dignity as he could muster. In the morning, while the police investigated the wreckage and debris, Harry walked down to get his project. He saw that it looked worse than it had the previous night. He smiled, thinking of all the times that his dad had tried to fix-up (completely alter) his school projects when he was younger. He felt his spirits lift, and as he sat in his limo, staring at the mangled project he was going to get an F on, he whispered.
"Thanks dad."
There you go, sorry I took forever to update and thanks again to Queen Sissy. Anyway...
Wolf out...