Spider-Man: An Amazing Fantasy - Vol. 1
Chapter 1: Origins
Introducing:
Joshua Bassett as Peter Parker
David Mazouz as Harry Osborn
Kiernan Shipka as Gwen Stacy
Aaron Paul as Maxwell Dillon
Jeffrey Dean Morgan as Benjamin Parker
Nicole Kidman as May Parker
Olivia Rodrigo as Liz Allan
Nicholas Hamilton as Flash Thompson
Hudson Yang as Kenny Kong
Bryan Cranston as Norman Osborn
Brad Pitt as Captain George Stacy
Frances McDormand as Anita Dillon
Marc Evan Jackson as Dr. Curtis Connors
Naomi Watts as Dr. Martha Connors
Jack Quaid as Peter Parker/Spider-Man (2029)
December 21, 2029
"Osborn! You have a visitor!"
Turning around in his glass cell in the Raft, Norman Osborn waited with his hands behind his back. His facial hair was messy, and his greying hair was swept in front of his eyes. Yet, he was still at peak human condition. And he knew who was visiting him. His theory was only proven correct when a familiar young man walked in. Wearing a business suit, thirty year old Peter Parker approached the cell.
Norman smiled. "Peter Parker. How many years has it been?"
Peter walked in front of the cell, facing Norman. "Seven. Your old self is probably losing some brain cells."
"Snarky as always. Why the hell did you come?"
"You know why."
"So after all these years, you think I'm responsible for what's been happening in the past month," Norman deduced. "Extremely flattering, yet so insulting."
"I know you're behind all of this, Norman," Peter said. "Trust me when I say that after all these years, you're finally getting what you deserve."
Norman shrugged. "I've already spent seven years locked up here. If I even get a few inches close to the glass, the cell will spray fluothane to knock me out. You can only imagine how brutal it would be once I woke up."
"Am I just supposed to believe that after all these years, you just magically chose to atone for your sins and willingly stay here?"
"Clearly, you weren't paying attention. I'd be unconscious before I could even get through the door," Norman stressed.
"That's not the Norman Osborn I know. He always finds a way," Peter said.
"Could I? After everything that's happened in the past fifteen years?"
"Everything that happened, you brought it all on yourself. Look at what's been happening to New York recently. If you weren't such a narcissistic and cruel waste of human life, I'm willing to bet none of this would've ever happened. Even before the experiment, you were always a monster."
"You just want to view everything from your perspective, don't you? You just want to believe I'm the villain. Well, I've got news for you. Yes, I did a lot, but whatever I did, it was purely to benefit the city and to honor my family. Maybe I wasn't perfect, but look at you. It's not hard to see that as Spider-Man, you did everything for yourself. You liked the thrill in pretending you were a hero, and you wanted to believe that you didn't kill your uncle. Maybe you tried to atone for your actions, but that never changed what you did, and it never will. Call me a monster all you want, but I know who I am. And I'm embracing it and advancing all the time. The question is, are you?"
Peter slammed the glass, cracking it a little. Norman laughed, clapping his hands.
"Now, this is just perfect," Norman cackled. "Keep telling yourself you're being rational."
"I'd stop talking unless you want to be broken in two," Peter threatened.
"We both know if you really wanted to do that, you would've done it years ago. As for the recent attacks, all I can do is further convince you that I'm not behind it. If you want to keep accusing me, be my guest. If not, then I'd suggest leaving instead of getting emotional with me."
Peter didn't respond, looking down at the ground.
"Or you could at least tell me this. Do you ever wonder what life would've been like had that spider never bitten you?" Norman asked.
"You know I do."
Peter turned around, walking a few steps before turning back to Norman.
"You can justify your actions all you want, but I will never understand how you could do all this to Harry."
"I did everything I could to make sure he honored the Osborn name like his mother. In terms of how much he matured, I'm not gonna deny how much you helped. And everything I ever did was purely for his benefit. Whether you guys choose to realize that or not."
"I didn't take any part in him changing for the better, and neither did you. Harry Osborn's not only my brother, but one of the greatest men I've ever met. And nobody can ever take that from him."
Peter's Spider-Sense started tingling immensely. He looked around, not able to determine what was going on. Norman's look of rage turned into one of confusion. As Peter tried to deduce the threat, a flash then hit his eyes.
August 18, 2014
Sitting in his Uncle Ben's car, fifteen year old Peter Parker listened to music on his phone as they pulled up to the highly prestigious Midtown High School. Uncle Ben turned to smile at his bespectacled nephew.
"Welcome to the first day of the rest of your life!" Uncle Ben exclaimed.
Peter took out his earbuds. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Well, this is where your life really begins. Where you finally get the chance to pilot your future."
"You know, I could've taken the subway."
"We talked about this, Pete. You can start taking the subway tomorrow. But for your first day, I wanted to send you off on my own."
"How's that turning out?" Peter asked.
"Well, you could pretend to be enthusiastic," Uncle Ben chuckled.
"Sorry. Thanks for the ride, really."
"You're welcome. Have a great first day, Peter."
Peter nodded and got out of the car. As Peter walked into the massive building of a high school, a limousine pulled up. Inside it, Harry Osborn sat next to his father Norman. Dressed in fashionable clothing, Harry tried to leave.
"Harry," Norman said.
Harry stopped. "Yeah, Dad?"
"You do realize what's about to happen, right?"
"High school?"
"This is where your life really starts to matter. You walk in that school and you give it your highest effort. No more of that slacking off you did in middle school. From here on out, you're building a foundation for your future. Just like I had to-"
"When you founded Oscorp," Harry interrupted.
"If you're clearly understanding everything I'm telling you, then I'm expecting nothing short of success," Norman affirmed.
"I know."
"Look. It's been hard on both of us since your mother passed away last year. However, you and I both have the opportunity to truly honor her and everything she believed in."
Harry looked down. "I doubt that."
"That's the kind of attitude that'll only set you up for failure. I've already told you what I plan on doing with the company to fulfill everything your mother believed in. My question is, what are you going to do?"
"I mean, all I can do is my best. I'm in high school now, and I just gotta do my best. Right?"
Norman looked unimpressed. "Elaborate."
"I-I have to study my hardest and succeed, right? Get all the highest scores and make sure I go to a great college. Columbia, th-that's where you and Mom met. Maybe I could aim for that?" Harry proposed.
"Not bad. Stuttering aside, it's a pretty good idea. Work as hard as you can and succeed. That way, you can help others like your mother did. Just don't do anything to screw this up in the next four years, social life or not. Do you understand?"
"Y-yes, sir."
Norman nodded. "Now head in."
Harry grabbed his backpack and left the limo. As he watched it drive off, Harry sighed and approached the school. Once he was inside, he pulled out his phone and texted his best friend.
HARRY OSBORN: Hey Gwen! Just got to school lol! Dad was bein a hardass again before hand but shocker. Whens ur lunch? Mine is 5th period
…
Peter picked up his class schedule from the front desk and started reading it.
1st: World History - Janine Gerber - Room 1478
2nd: P.E. - Sam Cook - Gymnasium
3rd: Honors Geometry - Aaron Richardson - Room 1776
4th: Engineering Design - Rory Levitt - Room 1202
5th: Lunch
6th: AP Chemistry - Ariel Inselberger - Room 1368
7th: Honors English - Karl Patton - Room 1010
8th: Spanish 2 - Cameron Wood - Room 1742
Walking down the hallway, Peter found himself getting pushed against a locker, causing him to drop his schedule. Angered, Peter adjusted his glasses and saw that it was his nemesis Flash Thompson.
"Sorry, Parker," Flash Thompson mocked, walking by with his best friend Kenny Kong.
"What a pussy," Kenny taunted as he and Flash left.
Peter picked up his schedule, sighing as he proceeded to find his first period class.
…
For his last period of the day, Peter walked into his Spanish class. Sitting at a random table, Peter went on his phone.
UNCLE BEN: Hey sport! How's the first day so far?
PETER PARKER: Literally sucks
Peter's Spanish teacher proceeded to get up from her desk.
"Hola! Como estas! Me llamo señora Wood," Mrs. Wood introduced.
Peter looked around the classroom, not paying attention to the teacher. He eyed his peers, and his heart started pounding once he spotted a familiar face. He texted his uncle under his desk.
PETER PARKER: On second thought, LIZ ALLAN is literally in my spanish class!
UNCLE BEN: Actually? Haha I remember you crushing on her so much when u were an 8th grader
PETER PARKER: Yeah and I still am for a reason
Peter put his phone away and started ogling Liz. He did that for the entire period until the bell rang. As everyone left the classroom, Peter saw Flash waiting for Liz outside. He watched the two kiss as Flash shot him a smirk.
"Yipee," Peter remarked as he walked in the opposite direction.
…
Walking into his house, Peter kept his head down as he started approaching the stairs. However, his Aunt May was cooking in the kitchen, and she didn't allow that to happen.
"Peter Benjamin Parker, don't take another step," Aunt May commanded.
"What am I? A dog?" Peter jokingly asked.
"Peter, just get over here and tell me how your first real day of high school went."
Peter walked into the kitchen and set his backpack down. "It was alright. Nothing special."
"You learn anything interesting?"
"Aunt May, it was only the first day. Also, it's me, remember?"
"Mr. Modest over here."
Peter sat down. "It was pretty boring in all honesty. Nothing much to learn, and nobody worth talking to. It's probably gonna be like this for the next four years."
"I beg to differ," Uncle Ben disagreed, walking into the kitchen. "It's only the first day. Sure, it was uneventful, but it's like you said yourself. Four freakin' years. Think about how much can happen in that period of time."
"I don't know," Peter sighed.
"You'd be surprised. How else do you think I met your aunt?" Uncle Ben pointed out.
Peter looked confused. "You guys met in high school?"
"We never told you? Class of Midtown 1984," Uncle Ben revealed.
"Okay, I really have to hear this. How'd you guys specifically meet?" Peter asked.
"Well, a buddy of mine had this girlfriend. Said girlfriend had a friend who had a little crush on me. So they decided to set us up on a blind date. We met up at some diner, and let me just say. We were not impressed with each other," Uncle Ben admitted.
"No we weren't. Your uncle was the captain of the Midtown wrestling team, and all that seemed to matter to him was getting the ladies," Aunt May revealed.
"Your aunt's not wrong. I had dated a lot of girls before her. Your dad, not as much. But that's besides the point. I was just getting to know this May gal, and she was that stereotypical cheerleader who smoked pot with all the jocks and constantly cut class."
Peter looked at his aunt in shock. "Is he for real?"
Aunt May nodded. "Unfortunately, yes."
"My point is, we were not impressed with each other in the slightest," Uncle Ben continued. "However, we went on a few more dates, and there was something to her that stood out from all the other girls. A sense of genuity. As we both became more honest with each other, that was when I realized May Reilly was the first person I had ever fallen in love with."
"Sounds like a movie," Peter commented. "And I don't mean that in a bad way."
"Many years later, he popped the question and here we are today," Aunt May said.
Uncle Ben got up and kissed his wife on the lips. "Indeed."
"Gross," Peter remarked.
Uncle Ben sat back down. "The moral of the story is to not give up on high school already. Sure, it may seem like nothing interesting is gonna happen, but I promise that's far from the case."
"You better be right. Seriously. I've been looking forward to starting freshman year for a while, and right now, it seems like it's not gonna be worth it. Don't get me wrong, I know I'm gonna be more than fine with my grades. What sucks is that after fifteen years, I still haven't really made any friends. I don't want this to be like elementary to middle school where I had nobody to talk to or hang out with! Instead, I had that douchebag Flash constantly torturing me. I don't want it to be like this the entire time," Peter vented.
Uncle Ben put his hand on his nephew's shoulder. "Listen, Pete. I'm not gonna pretend to understand how it feels to be bullied for your gifts. However, I do understand what it's like to be lonely. I know you've never really had any friends, but all you can do is have faith. Believe me, they'll come in time. And if you let it happen naturally, the more real those friendships will be."
"Your uncle's right, Peter. I remember one day last year, you came home crying after Flash had given you a beating. I called the principal that day, but you seemed to be more upset that there was no one to stand up for you," Aunt May reminisced.
Peter rolled his eyes. "You're not exactly helping, May."
"What I'm trying to say is that there'll definitely be someone there someday. Someone to stand up for you, and someone that you'll stand up for as well. This isn't a hunch, Peter. I know it'll happen, and you'll never be alone," Aunt May promised.
Peter got up. "Well, I hope you're right. Until then, I guess I'm on my own."
"Come on, Pete. Liz Allan's in one of your classes! Wait, is she still dating Flash?" Uncle Ben asked.
"Unfortunately, yes. I don't have a chance in hell with her," Peter complained.
"You don't know that. You're a smart guy, Peter. Girls like that. I'm sure she'd love to date the next Tony Stark! Speaking of science stuff, don't you have that visit to Empire State University next week? That exhibit on that genetic stuff?" Uncle Ben asked.
"Cross-species genetics," Peter corrected. "And yeah. Just let me know when dinner's ready."
Peter went up to his room.
"He's definitely his father," Uncle Ben said. "Can't say I blame him for how he feels. Fifteen years of being constantly picked on. I would've taken that much worse."
Aunt May shrugged. "Well, he is our boy. And I think we've done a pretty good job for the past nine years. He's gonna turn out more than okay."
…
That night, Gwen Stacy was doing homework in her room. Sitting at her desk, she was taking notes for AP chemistry from her textbook. There was a knock at the door, yet Gwen didn't react.
"Can I come in?" the voice of Gwen's father asked.
"Sure," Gwen responded.
The door opened and George Stacy walked in. Approaching his daughter, George sat on Gwen's bed as she continued to do her homework.
"How was the first day?" George asked.
"Fine."
"Uneventful, I assume?"
"Pretty much."
"You make any new friends? Any interesting classes or-"
"Nope," Gwen interrupted.
"Nothing?" George chuckled.
"Nothing, Dad."
"Okay. But if I recall correctly, you spent a majority of the summer just self-isolating. And you've been looking forward to high school since sixth grade. I would've expected you to show more enthusiasm."
"It's not that I'm not excited. It's just nothing special so far, you know?"
"Well, I'll tell you now that it's probably not gonna be like the movies where you get drunk every weekend, pull pranks on the assholes, and hook up with any pretty boy you see at a party. Especially not with the NYPD Captain as your father," George affirmed.
"Oh yeah, 'cause that's the type of stuff I would do every day," Gwen deadpanned.
"I'm just messing with you. Well, not really. You do any of that illegal shit and you'll have to deal with me. I just want to make sure you're having a good time. After all, you only get to be in high school once."
"I still have plenty of time to have fun, but I'm obviously gonna prioritize my grades."
"Nothing wrong with that, but make sure to balance that out well with friends. Speaking of friends, how's Harry been? You haven't talked about him in a while."
"Nothing to talk about. He's probably fine though," Gwen blandly responded.
George's eyebrows furrowed. "And how do you know that?"
"I can just tell."
"Poor kid. Must've been super tough for him when his mom died a year ago. I remember you were there for him when all that was going on."
"I was. But it's like you said. It's been a year, and he definitely has to be doing better by now."
"Are you sure, because-"
"Dad," Gwen interrupted. "He's fine. Trust me."
"You're smarter than me, so I'll take your word for it. But if I were you, I'd still check in on him. He is your best friend after all."
Gwen paused for a bit before continuing. "How are things at the precinct?"
"They're alright. We just had a new officer transfer over today. Jean DeWolff."
"How is she so far?"
"Young and ambitious. Reminds me of myself when I was her age."
"I can't tell if that's a good or a bad thing," Gwen admitted.
"Well, I can already tell this girl wants to be commissioner someday. Until then, she has to be prepared to take the highest risks and make the biggest sacrifices," George pointed out.
Gwen looked down for a bit before going back to her notes. "Do you know when dinner's supposed to be ready?"
"Knowing Mom well, it'll probably be half an hour. I'm gonna leave you to your work now, okay?"
"Okay. Thanks."
George got up and left Gwen's room. Gwen picked up her phone and looked at Harry's missed text from earlier.
HARRY OSBORN: Hey Gwen! Just got to school lol! Dad was bein a hardass again before hand but shocker. Whens ur lunch? Mine is 5th period
Sighing, Gwen started typing.
GWEN STACY: 6th period. but sry, i'm already too busy with school work to hang tbh. maybe another time tho
Sending the message, Gwen put her phone down and went back to her notes.
…
Maxwell Dillon sat in a booth at a Chinese restaurant that night. Waiting for his mom, he scrolled through his emails on his phone.
"Max!"
Max looked up to see his mother Anita approaching.
"Mom," Max replied, getting up to kiss his mom on the cheek.
"How are you, sweetie?" Anita asked her son as they sat down.
"I'm alright. How 'bout you?"
"I've been fine. How's Oscorp been treating you recently? Have they been better?"
Max sighed. "Same old same old."
"I'm sorry, Max. You deserve much better."
"It's fine."
A waitress came up to take Max and Anita's orders. "Hi, I'm Kelsey, and I'll be serving you both today. Can I get you any drinks?"
"I'll just have water," Anita ordered.
"Same," Max agreed.
"Alright, I'll be back with those soon," Kelsey said as she walked away.
"How's everything been in your life, Mom?" Max asked.
"Like I said, I'm fine. Work's been alright, so I'm just getting by. I'd be more worried about you," Anita sighed.
"Jesus, Mom."
"Seriously. I'll never forget the excitement we both had when you first got that gig at Oscorp a year ago. Now, look where you are. How much better has your life gotten since?"
"I mean, they're paying me well. Yeah, the people can be douches, but I've been feeling okay," Max answered.
"By okay, do you mean underappreciated?" Anita asked.
"I know it sounds like they're not taking me seriously, but they're gonna. I recently pitched my ideas for a new power grid, and they're likely gonna look over it. After that, people are probably gonna start wanting to be my friend," Max excitedly revealed.
"Oh, Max."
Kelsey came back with two glasses of water. "May I take your orders now?"
"Yeah. We'll have individual plates of the chicken fried rice, mongolian beef, kung pao chicken, dumplings, and chow mein," Anita ordered.
Kelsey wrote the orders down. "Sounds good. Those will be out for you soon."
Kelsey walked away, and Max took a sip of his water before speaking. "Mom, trust me. I'll be fine."
"You can't blame me for being concerned. I just don't want you to be alone."
"Mom-"
"You know what I mean, Max. I'm aware the income's been good, but what about everything else? After what you had to go through as a kid, I was really hoping things would be different for you."
"Mom, please don't worry about it. I know it seems concerning, but-"
"But I can tell you still crave actual friends, Max. And that's okay!" Anita exclaimed. "Just be honest with yourself about it."
"Yeah, it'd be nice to have some people to talk to, but I'm getting by on my own. A girlfriend also wouldn't hurt, but I'm still getting by," Max stated.
"I would like to believe you, but I can't stop getting flashbacks to when you were young. When you used to cry all the time about barely having any friends. When you felt like you didn't have any real purpose in life."
"I was a kid. And let's not forget how much of a psychopath Dad was, so that definitely didn't help. Now that he's out of both of our lives, it's made a huge difference."
"I suppose. But healing massive wounds in the past won't patch up any smaller ones in the present," Anita said.
Max nodded. "Fair point. I'll admit that the way everything's going hasn't necessarily been ideal, but believe me, it could always be much worse. Like, I can't really complain."
"Okay. I just wanted to make sure you're all good."
"What about you?"
"Work's been alright. The office has been giving me a couple more hours. I could always use the extra money," Anita admitted.
"I get it. I could always help you out with the bills if you want," Max offered.
"At least you realize for yourself that everyone needs help sometimes."
"Not saying I don't. I'm just not focused on helping myself right now."
"Growing up, you always talked about how much you wanted to help others. For the longest time, you just weren't aware of how you wanted to do it."
"Yeah, honestly. I couldn't handle the pressure of med school. I can't imagine the pressure of being a therapist. Remember when I wanted to be a cop for so long?"
"Well, with your brains, you ended up going with the right choice."
Max nodded. "Yep. With the new power grid I'm planning, Oscorp will be able to convert aging power stations into a field of hydroelectric towers. Generate cleaner and more sustainable energy to power Manhattan-"
Kelsey came back with a cart of the food, proceeding to set the plates on the table. "Alrighty, I got the chow mein, chicken fried rice, mongolian beef, kung pao chicken, and dumplings. Enjoy, guys!"
"Thanks!" Max said with a smile.
"Thank you," Anita followed.
Kelsey left, and the mother and son started digging in.
"I know you really want to help others with your engineering gifts, but I just really hope Oscorp's the right place for that to happen. For whatever reason, that Norman Osborn strikes me as a sleazy guy," Anita expressed.
"Don't worry about it. He's tough, but Mr. Osborn's a great man," Max insisted.
…
A week later, Peter found himself leaving the subway station and approaching the campus of Empire State University. He walked into the building and up to the front desk.
"Hi, I'm here for Dr. Connors' exhibit," Peter explained.
"Full name?" the front desk lady asked.
"Peter Parker."
The front desk lady pulled out a visitor's pass for Peter and handed it to him. "Make sure not to lose that. The research laboratory will be in the building to the left of this one."
"Thank you!"
Peter left the building and went to the one on the left. Walking inside, Peter found the research laboratory. He joined a group of college students as they faced two scientists, with one of them particularly missing his right arm.
"Welcome, everyone! My name is Dr. Curtis Connors. But you can call me Curt or Dr. Connors," the armless scientist greeted.
"And I'm Dr. Martha Connors. Today, we're here to present my husband's research on cross-species genetics," the other scientist introduced.
"Now, if you'll follow me. I'm gonna assume that you're all here to learn more about the beautiful and expansive world of biology. Or you're just doing this for extra credit in your class," Curt chuckled.
Peter and the college students all laughed as they followed Curt and Martha throughout the laboratory. Peter looked around in fascination, taking pictures of some tanks.
"I've currently been teaching classes in the biology field for over a decade. I particularly excel in genetics, and my wife's been helping me a lot with my research. For those of you wondering about my arm, I used to be a surgeon for the U.S. Army. Many years ago in Afghanistan, a wartime blast hit my base. My arm was burned to a crisp, and they had to amputate it, which resulted in me being honorably discharged," Curt explained.
"Oh damn," a student commented.
"Indeed. With our research, the day will hopefully come when my arm will be back," Curt said as he and Martha approached a tank filled with lizards.
"With our recent discoveries, we're only getting closer to that reality," Martha excitedly revealed. "If you look at these lizards in the tank, we've been experimenting on them. Specifically, we're studying the reptilian DNA and discovering how well they can correlate with human DNA. By examining this cross-species combination, we're getting closer to figuring out how it can potentially grow back human limbs."
"Holy shit," one of the students said.
"Yeah, seriously," another student agreed.
At that moment, a genetically modified spider was hanging from a web attached to the ceiling. Descending to the ground, the spider started crawling around. It made its way towards Peter.
"Believe it. By further examining the world of hybrids and cross breeding, it opens up further possibilities for what we can be capable of in terms of expanding the compatibility of certain genes and hybridizations. For all we know, we could be talking about genetic advancements of human beings. Imagine the next Captain America," Curt presented.
The spider crawled up Peter's leg and crept its way to his arm.
"Ow!" Peter hissed as the spider fatefully bit his hand.
The students turned around and laughed, and the spider leapt off of Peter and crawled away.
"You okay, hon?" Martha asked.
"Y-yeah, I'm fi-fine," Peter stuttered.
Curt looked skeptical. "You sure about that?"
Peter started groaning as a nasty headache started to hit. "On second thought, no. I'm really sorry, but I gotta go now."
Peter ran out of the laboratory and left the building. He ran as fast as he could to the subway station, preparing to head home.
…
Peter walked into his house, quickly approaching the stairs.
"Hey, sport! How was the visit?" Uncle Ben asked, sitting at the kitchen table.
"Oh, oh, it was alright! Pretty interesting if you ask me," Peter quickly answered.
"You like the campus? What'd you learn?"
"A lot, a lot! Genetic hybrids and whatever. I'm gonna go take a nap now."
Peter walked upstairs, leaving his confused uncle. Stumbling into his room, Peter took off his glasses and dropped them to the ground. He collapsed in bed. Looking up at the ceiling, Peter started dozing off. He looked at the bite mark on his hand, and everything started going blurry. Eventually, everything turned dark.
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Disclaimer: Spider-Man and any other Marvel characters are created and owned by Stan Lee and Marvel Comics. I do not have any ownership over them.
Well, here's the first chapter of "Spider-Man: An Amazing Fantasy." If you choose to stick around for this journey for the years to come, expect to see Peter Parker go from a bullied and isolated nerd to one of the greatest heroes in the Marvel Universe. Speaking of which, I'm classifying this world as Earth 0709. There's also a good chance that you read my previous story "The Extraordinary Spider-Man." I'm sorry if you're disappointed by the cancellation of that story, but I promise this'll be much better.
If you want me to be honest, one of the reasons I'm starting this new series is because I've been struggling a lot with my mental health recently. I'm just trying to fix my insecurities and relationships, and writing this story is one of my healthiest coping mechanisms. As for anything else that's been going on in my life, I've also been going out to hang with friends, and I plan on watching Wonder Woman 1984 when I wake up for Christmas. If you read my previous story, you should have a decent idea of what's been going on in my life up until this point.
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