This chapter was supposed to be in the last one but I decided to end it with the Peter Parker dream and make this an extra to keep the sweet and hopeful tone of the last one.
I just wanted to say, I really appreciated the reviews on the previous chapters, those of you who read all of them are greatly appreciated and the effort put in feel even more worth it.
I'm pushing it alot with this chapter, and if' I'm going to be honest, I don't know how to feel about it but I need to do it to get the last of my ideas for this arc, and tease future arcs aswell and I cant figure out where to place the information and moments elsewhere.
I'm putting the authors note here because I believe it's better in this spot for this chapter, anyways.
the next chapter is done, along with the one after that, I think you guys will like my X-men, I sure do. the next three chapters will be fun ones to make up for this one, you'll get what I mean after.
I'll publish them together but I'll give you guys some time to wait so yall can actually read these chapters.
Enjoy this post-credit esk chapter.
The chirping of crickets in tandem with the sound of grass and trees slowly blowing in the wind cast a fitting ambiance to end off the long day. Donning plain clothes and a shirt that was severely stretched out, a man who had more width with his muscles than he did height leaned against the back of a trashy bar, absentmindedly drinking his beer while his gaze was focused on distant memories and questions.
Logan contemplated many things, but his pensive expression instantly fell into a hardened scowl when the stench of the most important man in the world quickly entered his sinuses.
"Save yer' breathe Fury, I ain't interested," Logan quickly shut down any possible request the man might make, not even giving him a look as he leaned on the wall right beside him.
This was a very common occurrence because though they've never said it – and most likely never will, the two had a mutual understanding and trust in each other which was very rarely given.
"I'm not here for that," The African American man amusingly huffed, putting away any notion that he was here for a job, "Though, is that how you're gonna repay me after what I did for the girl?" Fury retorted, giving the hirsute man an amused expression which was responded with an aggressive expression.
"Don't act like you did it fer' me, you did it 'cause of Parker," Logan declared, knowing full well the reason that Laura was taken off of S.H.I.E.L.D's most wanted list was because of the boy who passionately vouched for her.
Peter Parker.
Spider-Man.
The center point of many thoughts which were running through his mind.
"Did he say 'yes?'" Fury curiously asked, abruptly taking the conversation in a completely different direction, not denying the previous accusation and broadcasting why he was here.
"I'm pickin' him up in a couple hours," Logan answered before downing his drink and releasing the gasses with a loud and unbridled burp which caused his acquaintance to roll his eye.
When it came to Peter Parker, he could see why Chuck was so excited that he was a mutant, and when it came to Laura, he understood why he mattered so much to her, and even with the brief moments he witnessed, he could see some of the reasons.
Parker was a good kid, he knew that much about him.
What he didn't know was why Nicholas Joseph Fury, the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. was so interested in him.
"Why do you care so much about him, Fury? There's only two people other than him who you invest yourself with and one of them is the big-blue-boy scout who's got you quivering in yer' pants, and the other is me – and we both know why," Logan bluntly asked, wondering why Fury gave the boy treatment which he reserved to select amount of people which was less than a handful.
S.H.I.E.L.D. was after Laura – justifiably, given what she has done, and she would have been captured a long time ago – the very moment Captain America let her go – if not, far before that, if it were not for The Director's influence, but that did not mean he wiped everything she had done.
He had only stuffed her under the rug.
He only took her off once Parker stepped in.
Fury is a man of many things, a man of trust – he was not.
He was smarter than that.
And yet, the man who could rule the world if he wanted to, involved himself with a teenage boy.
The man looked away.
"I'm responsible for him…" he reluctantly blurted out much to Logan's surprise, and almost instantaneously upon hearing the word 'responsible' his brain came to the only conclusion it could make.
"He's a weapon, isn't he?" Logan viciously accused the man who shied away from his burning gaze.
"More…but yes, yes he is," Fury averted eye contact from the man, looking to the ground as his head nodded upon hearing the accusation.
There it was, the reason why Fury was as involved in Parker's life as he was with his.
He was a weapon, like him, like Laura...
Logan gave the man a look before fiercely looking away and snarling, utterly disgusted by the man beside him. "How many rogue programs have you got runnin' 'round, Fury?" he angrily asked the man, accusingly pointing at him, wanting to know just how many weapons programs still remained.
Wanting to know if people were still getting their lives ruined against their will.
But what he would respond with would utterly confuse the five-three burly man who staunchly hated the word 'weapon.'
"None, The only ones left are the leftovers from the ones you killed," Fury answered truthfully, looking at Logan right in the eyes, showing that he was indeed telling the honest, genuine, truth.
"So how co-"
"Weapons Plus was reopened," was all he said, and in an instant, as soon as that sentence registered in the short man's mind, his anger instantly flared up and he growled like never before, getting up and hatefully spitting in Fury's face with every word which angrily escaped his mouth.
"Why the hell would they reopen it!? I thought the government lost interest when they discovered they could destroy the planet with bombs!" Logan yelled at the man who allowed him to vent his well-warranted hatred.
"They did. Weapons Plus and all the programs were 'closed' down in the mid-eighties after nearly fifty years of nothing but failures and billions of dollars thrown down the drain in the attempt to recreate the Erskine formula. It's why Weapon X went rogue, 'cause they believed they were close," Fury explained to Logan who knew that final part already.
"And they believed right, I know that 'cause it's the only thing I just about remember outside of killin' people," Logan sourly said, remembering that there once was a time he could barely remember where the only powers to his name were claws, a healing factor, and a regular skeleton like any other.
Now he was super in just about every category with a heightened sense of smell which had become intrinsic to his character.
The anguish Fury had for Logan's predicament was evident on his pitiful face, "You know when Captain America awoke?" he seemingly asked out of the blue.
"I know it wasn't what The Avengers said it was…wouldn't really line up with a particular undercover shield agent, who just so happened to look like The Captain, bein' there when the kid was sent to kill some mayor back in…June of what was it? Twenty-Eighteen?" Logan said off the top of his head, knowing that Captain America was alive and conscious for much longer than what was told to the public due to his short talks with the girl who suddenly came into his life.
Fury soon gave him the short details.
Turns out, S.H.I.E.L.D. found him a couple of months before the mass slaughter Laura was ordered to conduct, and after trying – and failing to readjust, The Captain had decided to become a soldier again.
His first assignment was the protection of a mayor who was suspected to be the victim of an assassination.
But that wasn't related to the conversation at hand.
So why did Fury bring up The Captain's second coming?
"This renewed interest in the Weapons Plus Program ...and with an alive Captain America…we…" Logan didn't need Fury to finish what he was going to say, he could already guess the rest but Fury explained it to him anyway.
With Captain America's revival – with a fresh source that pumped Erksine's legendary super soldier serum, the program which was reduced to one rouge government agency – an agency he slaughtered, whose remnants birthed The Facility, had been revived just like The Captain, and with a renaissance like no other.
Fury would go on to explain – or try to, Logan's anger was being pushed here, that almost immediately upon finding The Captain who had been preserved by the serum, multiple weapons programs were created with multiple sections of the government creating contracts with others who would use The Captain's blood as a basis for the formulas which would be made.
With this base, the experimental formulas – which previously had nothing to go off save for Erskine's limited notes, far outclassed the previous ones – the one he was given.
Creating new super soldiers which far exceeded the super soldiers of old.
"I was put in charge of Weapons Twelve, a joint program with Oscorp which focused on amplifying all aspects of the Super Soldier Serum. I gave Norman Osborn portions of The Captain's blood and he would have his whole entire sciences division working on a formula. It took years, but soon enough Osborn and his lead scientist Mendel Stromm created a serum using The Captain's blood which would do what we wanted," strength, speed, cognitive ability, reflexes, it boosted everything at bolstering levels but it came at a cost.
The serum was volatile.
The abilities it gave weren't consistent and due to everything about the human body being amplified all at once which caused a great strain, everyone who ingested the serum died from a heart attack just two hours after drinking the serum.
"But that's not where it ends, is it?" Logan asked, knowing that there was more since they didn't even cover how Parker received his powers.
Fury shook his head.
Due to the failures and loss of life, Fury decided to pull out of the contract, but just like many of his predecessors, Osborn believed that he was close.
With a last-ditch change to the serum from Stromm, Norman Osborn tested the modified serum which had been vaporized due to the theory that it would be easier for the body to take in, bypassing the one hundred percent fatality rate.
And it worked.
Turning Norman Osborn into the first success of the now-defunct Weapons Twelve Program.
That is until you realize that the first actual – unofficial success, was a fifteen-year-old boy who was bitten by one of the test subjects which had somehow managed to escape from the underground lab due to what Fury described as 'an act by god.'
A spider infused with Norman Osborn's formula had bitten the boy, injecting him with its own altered variation of the serum, granting him powers and abilities of the super soldier and more due to the spider's influence.
Creating Spider-Man, Weapon XII-1.
The second success of the program being Weapon XII-2.
The Green Goblin.
What Fury said about The Goblin didn't surprise him at first.
It was the usual thing when it came to a vindictive businessman who always got what he wanted. Osborn as The Green Goblin became a madman who was out for revenge, killing those who had 'wronged' him.
It was the main reason why Spider-Man had initially crossed paths with Fury.
But then his quest for revenge devolved into a power fantasy where he relished in the slaughter he conducted.
Revenge became a secondary goal for the Goblin, with the first being delusions only a lunatic could have.
The Goblin was gunning to be the next crime lord of New York, aiming to make it his Kingdom – his nation, with him sitting on the throne.
But what caused Logan's eyes to widen was the tale of what happened to Peter Parker when The Green Goblin found out his foe which had thwarted his plans at every turn was the same boy whom Norman Osborn was grooming as his apprentice. A boy who in his own twisted mind, was someone who he birthed due to his exposure to the serum.
When all was said and done, Nick Fury had a pathetic look on his face which Logan couldn't help but scoff at.
"You screwed up big time, Fury," Logan directly reprimanded, furthering the man's frown, "You let Weapon X go rogue, let them do the things they did to me, and you basically pulled the same thing with Weapons XII, letting Osborn terrorize the city, and Parker, as The Goblin…" Logan stated before pausing, thinking about the good that came out of it, "But maybe…maybe...it wasn't all that bad…." he slightly encouraged the downtrodden man, thinking about the two who were now in the world because of him.
"I hope so…" Fury said with a longing eye which in a very rare sight, displayed nothing but doubt and uncertainty.
Once again, Logan's thoughts were now focused on the girl who had his claws, his healing factor, his abilities…
"You know…the kid…she…she told me that Parker does it because 'With Great Power comes Great responsibility,' and it's why she wants to be a hero too," Logan noted to the eye-patched man in an oddly soft tone – almost a proud one.
That phrase had been ringin' through his head ever since she told him about it.
Fury let out a small smile, not surprised given the company Laura Kinney was in, "She's smart."
"I've heard that before haven't I?" Logan doubtfully asked, remembering the faint voice which was intermingled with hers when she said that quote last night, "When…When I look at him…it's like…it's like he's all wrong – everythin's mismatched, like I'm seein' two different people…" Logan voiced his thoughts whenever he witnessed Parker.
He had the wrong face and the right eyes, or the wrong eyes with the right face, and his voice was so…so…so familiar.
"It's 'cause you are," Fury confirmed, causing Logan's eyes to widen.
"I knew his parents…" The realization dawned upon the gruff man who looked at his acquaintance with eyes asking – pleading, for confirmation on the validity of the piece he just found.
"You did…" Fury slowly nodded, confirming it to be true.
Logan looked down, wanting nothing more than to ask – to find out just what kind of relationship he had with the boy's parents.
Was it a good one? Were they friends? Was it because of this relationship that his mind demanded him to know what he was up against?
But Logan wasn't a fool, he knew who he was talking to.
There was only so much Nick Fury would tell.
"I know you ain't gonna tell me shit, Fury," Logan sighed, knowing he had most likely exhausted all the answers Fury was willing to give, but that wouldn't stop the one question he had upon realizing that he knew the parents of an orphaned boy.
"Just let me know one thing…Did I…?" Logan's speech became hesitant, unsure – fearful, his gaze locked on the ground as the man was almost scared as to what the answer to his question may be.
"No…No, you didn't kill them…" Fury staunchly declared, relieving the weight that had quickly set itself on the man's heart.
Nick Fury let out a wistful smile, reminiscing on events that had so quickly become distant memories as the stars above illuminated his eye, "Parkers and Howletts go well with each other, and that, along with the habit of the other saving the other's ass seems to have been carried over with the next," he amusingly chuckled much to Logan's confusion.
Logan looked at him, wishing he understood what he meant, though he was relieved that he had nothing to do with the death of Parker's parents.
"You better take care of him Logan 'cause I'll be watching," Fury firmly eyed the man, slowly getting up from his well-relaxed spot after bringing himself back to the present.
Logan huffed, crossing his arms as he eyed the man black, "I was already intendin' on doin' so but seein' as to how the kid talks about him, I think that position is filled," Logan recalled the fire in Laura's eyes and the actions she did when in his presence.
Fury smiled, "She's a smart girl, I bet she sees it too."
"See's what? What are you on about, Fury?" Logan asked with a raised brow, wanting to know exactly what it was Laura and Fury saw in him.
"That in the near future, Logan, you'll be able to find Peter Parker's name next to Steve Rogers in the Book of Legends," Nick Fury firmly and proudly declared much to Logan's disbelief and wonder.
The implications quickly hit him.
"Ah crap, Fury…I just had a teenage girl cloned from me appear in my life and now you're stickin' me with what you believe to be the next Captain America? All the while, I still don't know a damn thing about myself or who I am?" Logan bewilderedly asked, as another teen whom he had a history with, another teen who was of great importance to him – and to the eye-patched man's beliefs – The World, was thrust onto his shoulders – his, of all peoples.
"You'll handle it, I know you will," Fury encouraged the man who had nothing but doubt and indecision in his mind.
"I don't know…" he mumbled, contemplating many things.
Contemplating Laura, contemplating Parker, contemplating his parents, contemplating himself…
"Fury…the girl…Laura…she's cloned from me, and she's out bein' a hero but…she..she comes from me…" Logan trailed off, losing his train of speech while his eyes drifted to the side upon hearing the next thought he would voice out loud.
"What does that make her?...what does that make me?" He asked his acquaintance, exposing his gaze which doubted everything. Doubted who he was, doubted his capabilities, doubted his character, doubted if he was really fit for the responsibilities which were thrust onto his shoulders.
He was a weapon, a killer.
Not a father.
Not a role model.
Not a good person.
And unfortunately, some of those thoughts were extended to her.
"If I tell you, you're not gonna like the answer," Fury let out an amused smile, knowing that the answer – which was as clear as the skin on his head, would be better learned than told.
This caused Logan to scowl.
"You weren't gonna tell me even if I did," Logan fiercely accused the man who didn't even bother coming up with an excuse as he strolled into the shadows in the distance.
He paused however, turning around to face the indecisive man once more, "If you want some piece of advice as to what to do with her…if it's one thing I've learned from my dealings with Parker…be there for her, support her – watch over her, and the rest will follow suit – she takes a lot from you," Fury egged on, confirming to Logan that the path he had taken by giving the girl her costume was the right path.
Logan took a moment, contemplating his words before huffing and looking at his acquaintance once more.
"Night, Fury," Logan subtly raised his head, bidding the man farewell who – in his mind was still a pain in the ass, was all heart, and did what he could to help.
However, he could do much more.
"'Night, Logan…oh, and one more thing, my clean-up crew wanted me to say 'thank you,'" Fury added, which caused Logan to tilt his head.
"What for?"
"For not having to clean any dead bodies," Fury fondly smiled before turning away into the shadows, leaving the Canadian man alone for the rest of the night.
Despite what he may think, Fury had the utmost trust that Logan was capable – the only one capable of handling the two who were now in his care. The girl needed him like every other child needed a paternal figure, and he had wisdom, knowledge, and skill to pass down to not just her, but Parker, whose trials and tribulations mimic The Howlett family duo.
And he knew that Parker in turn would have an equal positive impact on Logan, like he had with Laura.
They just didn't need to kill each other first.
But he hoped – he knew, that wouldn't happen.
Parkers and Howletts did go well with each other after all, and like they displayed in the past – and are displaying now…
They needed each other.
So that they could live a life that defined their trauma, not shackled by it.
So that they could be better.
Cause, If there was one thing Nicholas Joseph Fury shared with The Lord, it was the knowledge of the horrifying things that had happened to the Howlett Girl and The Parker Boy.
Years ago…
"TWO PERCENT DECREASE!? TWO PERCENT DECREASE!?" Papers were angrily slammed as a group looked on at the head of their organization, a blonde-haired middle-aged man by the name of Adam Harkins raged at the progress report of the most recent mission their costly weapon had conducted.
The doctors, sensei, and handler of the weapon were all gathered to experience the harsh and aggressive briefing orchestrated by their fuming leader.
"A two percent decrease is negligent, the weapon performed the mission on time and efficiently -" a raven-haired woman with pale skin and lively green eyes declared factually – with a twinge of emotion, stating the ignored success of the recent contract.
"I DIDN'T INVEST THIRTEEN YEARS OF MY LIFE AND MILLIONS FOR A TWO PERCENT DECREASE, DOCTOR KINNEY!" Harkins spat.
"You are pushing my student too hard with –" The sensei – an elderly Japanese man, tried to jump in but was quickly sliced by a more younger and lively woman who amusingly chuckled at the attempts of the two, her black hair whipping around as she struggled to stifle her incoming twisted laugh.
"Why am I not surprised it's the two of you defending It?" The weapons handler slyly remarked before taking control of the conversation.
"I know why there was a two percent decrease in the latest mission," she enthusiastically said, drawing the attention of everyone in the room.
"These two have been feeding her fairy tales," she pointed at Dr. Kinney and The Weapons teacher.
"What?" the others present in the room unanimously said with either their words or expressions.
"Oh yes, you heard me right Stutter, Rice Harkins, these two have been putting the idea in the weapons head that she's some kind of princess, that she's alive," and with the press of a remote, footage of the two – the only two who were kind to the weapon, played to everyone in the room.
"あなたは何を夢見ていますか" footage of the Sensei and the weapon kneeling together played much to the horror of both him and Dr. Kinney, evident by the drainage of color on their faces.
"What do you dream of?" The handler translated the master's words to all.
"母が私に語る物語の中で" the weapon responded.
"Of the stories my mother tells me."
"そしてそれらの話は何ですか" The sensei let out a little amused laugh in the footage.
"And what are those stories?"
"...騎士と王女..." the girl hesitantly answered before pausing.
"...Knight's and princesses.."
"...それらは本当ですか?"
"Are they real?" she asked with hope and uncertainty in her voice.
The man in the footage paused, looking at the girl – who wanted to know if tales of gallant knights who saved trapped princesses were real, with pained eyes.
And in a moment where he believed it was just him and her, in an act of compassion – in an act of love, the man who the girl knew as her sensei nodded before saying, "もちろん...そしていつかあなた自身の騎士、小さなお姫様を見つけるかもしれません."
The weapon let out a small smile.
"Of course...and maybe one day you'll find your own knight, little princess," and with that final sentence, the footage was paused, leaving everyone save for the weapons handler, completely aghast.
The only two who looked out for the weapon were left frozen, completely fearful of what their now exposed actions might lead to, and the rest were left fuming at such gestures – such thoughts, being given to their product, ruining it, and the earning the potential earnings should this decrease continue, but before they could rage and come up with what to do, the woman who brought this concerning information to light already had a plan.
"All of it is quite disturbing, is it not?" the handler furthered their frustrations with a devilish grin, "As her handler, I am appalled at such thoughts and even more – the significant decrease in her efficiency, and as her handler – the one in charge of her, I have a plan how to rectify this before it gets out of hand," she said in a mock urgent voice which poorly hid her malicious intent which drained the blood from Dr. Kinney's body.
"How!?" one of them eagerly asked, wanting nothing more than to fix this potentially fatal error.
"Easy.." The handler ecstatically said, cracking her calloused knuckles and making moves out of the room and into the weapon's cell to brutally burn a message into her mind.
Like she always did.
"I'll show her the reality we all come to realize. That the shining knight was just a mercenary, that the princess was sold off to be a whore, and that no one's coming to save her."
March Break…This year.
The harsh rattling of dead tree branches echoed through the empty halls.
The angry winds and raging storms threatened to blow the decrepit building off its rotting foundations but the cobwebs which tied it all together endured.
The creaking floors which were on the brink of shattering, the cold wind which escaped through shattered windows, and the endless dark sent shivers down the phantom boy who wandered them endlessly – absolutely terrified of what whispered to him in the dark.
Scared of The Goblin telling him to fall into his warm and safe embrace.
The ginger-haired phantom watched with petrified eyes as in the dark, a soft melodic tune was hummed.
The hypnotic song bounced off the walls, reverberated throughout the entire mansion – throughout his very mind, and subjugated the boy to a trance that numbingly froze him in place.
Stuck in a cold sweat of utter fear that drained the color from his skin, and suffering under the fast pacing of his heart which beckoned him to leave – to get as far away from the looming encroaching darkness as he possibly could, the boy trembled with fearful tears silently going down his paralyzed face as the slow-pacing footsteps and the bone-chilling hum got louder and louder.
He didn't know what malignant spirit roamed the halls.
Didn't know if it roamed his mind.
In a flash, the boy shrieked upon seeing the devilish smile and haunting yellow eyes that peered at him from the back of his mind.
And in a flash, the phantom was dispelled from this time, sent back to his own.
Where he would pass the trial, finding that The Darkness – that The Goblin, was not telling lies.
The Goblin was safe.
The Goblin was strong.
The Goblin would protect him.
The Green Goblin paced through the desolate halls belonging to the abandoned and dilapidated Osborn Mansion, hands behind his back, his deep eerie voice continuing to hum with the rain and thunder, continuing to hum in the darkness - in his home.
He ceased his stroll, looking on at a lone door with excited and hopeful eyes upon hearing the silence.
He slowly opened it.
The phantom boy was cradling himself in the dark, crying in his easily awoken and terrified slumber.
He accompanied a boy who was much older.
And due to his age – his power, some adjustments had to be made.
The boy's limbs were chained, keeping him in place.
He was silent, crying himself in his easily awoken slumber.
Whimpering and squirming in fear of the nightmares which had been burned into his mind.
The Green Goblin admired his work.
The tortured body, the tattered suit, the blood that stained the room.
The leftover carcasses of mice that lay with ghosts who met a similar fate.
"Shhhhhh, shhhhhhh, it's alright…" The Goblin knelt, caressing the boy's frightful face in order to support and soothe his slumbering mind.
The terrors had come in.
Now, not even the boy's mind was a safe place.
Soon it would be done.
"It'll be all over soon…you'll see…" The Green Goblin cooed, reassuring the slumbering boy lovingly, like a perverted version of a mother and her baby.
He undid the binds that restrained him slowly – quietly, avoiding making any sound that could potentially awaken him.
Peter was strong – unlike Harry, The Goblin and Norman knew that he would pull through. Harry took much from his mother – took too much, he could never endure in the depths of this mansion but Peter was different.
Peter was like him.
Peter was strong and smart, he had to work for everything he had whereas Harry was handed everything – soft, just like his mother.
He picked up the boy with both arms, cradling him as he continued silencing his trauma-induced cries. He walked down the halls slowly, using his wicked, evil, malevolent, and twisted voice to sing a loving tune while he delivered him to the newly added depths of the mansion which terrified even the ghosts of old and the countless demons that hid in each dark corner and crevice.
"Hush, little spider, don't say a word…
Gobby's gonna give you a blazing sword.
And with that blazing sword, you'll swing…
Gobby's gonna be a Goblin king."
He laid the boy down, making slow gentle moves to remove his blood-soaked costume which stuck itself to his skin.
One by one, The Goblin stripped the unconscious boy of his suit – of his second skin, till all but remained were his undergarments and barren wounded body which struggled to heal itself with the bare minimum nutrients which was intentionally flooded throughout the house.
"And as a king, I'll need a land…"
The devil of the dark smoothly held the boy in his lap, cleaning the dirt and dried up blood with a soft damp towel, continuing to hum the tune that kept him in his terror-filled dreams until he saw fit to continue.
He scrubbed each laceration, each deep cut and burn until his skin was so clean that it glistened and shined under the dim light in the corner of the room.
"Which I'm gonna rule with an iron hand."
Caucasian skin was covered in a thick abyssal cloth which would protect him from any gunfire. This was followed by the clanging of loose-fitting chain mail which was torn from the sleeves and below the chest.
"And with that iron hand, I'll use…"
The gothic and sharp breastplate followed suit with angular and layered pauldrons.
The pieces of armor were tightly secured through multiple belts that went around his sides and arms.
"Gobby's gonna gift you a shining suit."
The Goblin lifted the layered pieces of armor that covered his abdomen, making sure they curved enough to not hinder his little spider's agility.
And just like he had prepped, they did not.
He fastened the taloned gauntlets which protected his forearms and elbows, while his heavy pointed greaves did the same with his calf and knee joint.
"And with that shining suit, you'll wear…"
Long Tassets protected his waist, pelvis, and upper thighs, while a mixture of free-flowing torn black cloth and chain mail covered it.
A worn black scarf was wrapped around his neck, with the extra bits dangling loose over his back.
And then a helmet was put on.
"Gobby's gonna make you his Goblin Heir."
Where his previous mask had large white bug eyes, the empty holes of darkness were narrowed, straight, angular, more akin to a knight.
The damaged spandex-wearing hero was no more, now donning silver and black shining armor which was slightly elevated at the edges to give it a pristine and royal look.
The spider at the center of his chest was wide and sharp, connecting to the raised segments of the armor to make it seem that it was the reason that the edges were raised.
Under certain lights, the attire looked heroic, out of a fantasy – out of a fable, with the neat chains that hooked around his thighs, the engravings on the armor, and the scarf telling the tale of royalty, of heroicness, of chivalry.
But under different lights, the sharp angular shape of the armor, the tattered cloth, the ruined chainmail, and the elongated two parallelogram holes, reflecting nothing, displaying nothing – but darkness, made the armored boy seem like an unstoppable hollow entity who emerged from a pit of darkness.
"And as my Goblin Heir, you'll soar…"
With the press of a button, a robust and jagged glider following the same knightly aesthetic of the boy turned on.
"Slaying Gobby's foes with your great big sword."
The room was briefly illuminated by a sword of flame that came out of a spider-encrusted hilt, before quickly being turned off and snuggled underneath the belt of the tassets – besides the leather pouches.
"Together, we will rule this land…
Pumpkin and fire in our taloned hands.
I'll be your king, you'll be my squire…
And together we will plunge this land into dire."
The Goblin continued to eagerly sing, pacing around the slumbering boy whose visage he admired.
"Hobgoblins, Jesters, Jackolanterns, Screwballs! will roam the skies…
Bringing terror with their evil eyes.
You'll be Gobby's prince, you'll be his knight!
Leading The Goblin Guard with crushing might!"
He sang his dreams, his aspirations, his goals, glazing his hand across his handy work – his greatest creation, which gave him much pride and joy.
"And in our kingdom of blackened night…
Gobby will find a girl of delight.
She'll be your princess, she'll be your bride…
She'll be a damsel worth the time."
He promised his slumbering knight his own beautiful princess whom he would reward once everything went according to his will.
"So hush little Goblin, don't say a word…
Poor-Peter-Parker won't endure no more."
He strolled away from his slumbering shining knight.
His handsome prince.
His glorious legacy.
His Goblin Heir.
"And when he chooses the ABYSS!"
The ear-rattling sound of metal slowly clanging reached his ears.
The roaring of flame illuminated the room.
He turned around.
Smiling from ear to ear.
His knight was kneeling, sword implanted in the ground.
Awaiting his command.
"Gobby's gonna greet him with a great big kiss…"