When Peter first saw it, his first thought was that it was a dead body. That for some insane reason Officer Parker had grabbed a dead body, painted it yellow and brought it to Spider-Society HQ. He had stared at it in horror, using all his strength to resist the urge to throw up as he looked up at these alien giants looking down at him. Parker and Malala all had their masks off while Anya wasn't wearing her armour, with all three of them having a weird smile on their faces as they watched him glance between them and the corpse. The smile sickened him and he felt a growing rage inside him, and he prepared to leap up and beat these psychopath when he really looked at the "corpse".

It was plastic like him, but looking closer there was something off about it. They mouth and eyes were simply drawn on, he could see as he slowly got closer that they weren't real. It took Peter a few seconds for it to really click in his head what he was looking at, but even then he didn't want to believe it. Instead he got closer and reluctantly reached out a hand to tap against it, praying for some sort of reaction or for it to feel like a person. But it felt wrong, it felt unnatural and fake. He closed his eyes briefly, still feeling like he was going to throw up, before looking up at the other spiders.

"See. We told you, LEGO figures are a thing." Anya told him with excitement in her voice.

"Right. Very...cool, I guess." Peter replied after a brief moment.

"I know! It's why we all found it so weird when we met you. You're literally a talking kids toy." said Malala while Parker picked up the figure.

"I found this in some old boxes from when I was a kid. But you see, you can take it apart and then put the different body parts with other stuff." Parker explained as he separated the toy into three parts, making Peter's stomach flip in disgust as he took a step back in shock.

"I...I need to go." he said quickly and before any of them could say anything he leapt off the table.

Of course he had to move quickly if he wanted to get away from them, and he instantly swung away from the balcony where they had all been sitting. He allowed gravity to do it's thing and soon he was freefalling down through the impossibly large tower, knowing that his small size would make it easier for him to vanish. He could feel tears underneath his mask as he looked around, trying to stop himself from going into a complete panic as he looked around to see them all. All these giants, these strange creatures from other dimensions who always look at him like he's this amusing thing, something that's too ridiculous to exist. He knew the people here liked him and despite how weird he found them, there were even a few of these fleshy people he could call friends like Miguel and Jess, but they never stopped looking at him in that way, like he wasn't really a person with actual feelings.

Things became a blur for him as he swung quickly, being painfully reminded with every glance at the others that this building wasn't designed for someone like him since it was too big for him to traverse without it taking far longer than it did for others. But eventually he found himself a small corner and took off his mask, taking deep breaths as he tried to control his panic while still feeling like he was going to vomit. It felt like a switch had been flipped, and suddenly he wasn't part of a team full of friendly giants. He was surrounded by alien monsters from other dimensions who saw people like himself as nothing more than toys. He's faced psychopaths, gods and battled a symbiote for control of his body, but he's never been more scared than he was now.

"Hey. You ok?" a voice called out from behind him, and Peter span around to see a familiar sight. There wasn't anybody else like him, so it was impossible to confuse him for anyone else.

Pete Parker, the Spider-Man of his Earth and nicknamed Spider-Plushie for reasons Peter didn't understand, was much larger than Peter. But unlike this impossible large giants who defy any sense of scale, Pete was the size of a house. That still meant he made Peter feel small, but compared to all these aliens he was a welcoming sight.

"I'm fine. It's nothing." Peter replied quickly as he pulled his mask back on.

Pete said nothing for a moment, and the two of them just waited while listening to the sound of all the spider-people talking and swinging across HQ. Peter hoped that Pete would leave, but instead the other hero sat down next to him with a sigh after spending a little time getting closer. Apparently his universe had different physics which meant that in universes like this he found it harder to move around, though strangely enough he was actually pretty fast at web swinging meaning that it was rarely an issue.

"I saw what happened."

"It's nothing. They told me about them when we first met, I shouldn't have so surprised."

Pete didn't say anything for a moment, with Peter getting the sense that he was working up the courage to speak. If he was in a better mood Peter might have been more direct and asked him, but at the moment he was struggling to speak and hoped that ignoring Pete might cause him to get the hint and leave.

"They did the same to me too." Pete finally said, causing Peter to look at him in surprise as he kept talking. "A plushie is a toy, like LEGO. They showed one to me and I thought it was a dead body, but it was just a toy stuffed with cotton. They thought it was funny."

Peter didn't know what to say, he felt like he should try to comfort Pete, but before he could even figure out what he could say that would be comforting Pete kept talking. "It was the first time I realised how terrifying all of this is. There's nobody else like me, apparently my world is a weird alternate. Something abnormal, because clearly the normal kind of worlds are ones with people like all of them. Worlds where I'm just a toy for children. Knowing that...Well, it almost broke me."

"Almost? Pete, I feel like I am broken." Peter replied, a bit reluctantly because he was never good at admitting when he felt powerless.

"You're not, you're stronger than you think." Peter told him quickly. "Because you're Spider-Man. I've had some crazy messed up adventures, I've been buried alive and fought a mad demon who wanted my marriage for some reason, but what got me through them was remembering that I was Spider-Man. No matter what happened, I dug deep and found a way to keep fighting. So I just accepted it, accepted all of this insanity, but refused to let it get to me. I know who and what I am, and I'm definitely not a toy no matter what any of these giant freaks think. And neither are you."

They just stared at each other after that, neither one saying anything as Peter thought about what Pete had said. And underneath his mask a smile slowly formed as he stood up, feeling newfound certainty as he thought about everything he's gone through in his life and how despite all the odds he was still standing.

"Thanks Pete. I owe you one." he said with some hope in his voice.

"Don't mention it." Pete replied before shooting out a web line, swinging away with what Peter assumed was a small wave.

Wasn't really sure how to end this. I hope you liked it and if there are any spelling mistakes or sentences that don't make sense please let me know.