To quote the Grinch: "Tomorrow is Christmas. It's practically here!"

Merry Christmas Eve!

Depending on your household, here's a Christmas Eve present: A New Chapter! (Waves arms in the air and says "Yay!" Kermit The Frog.)

This chapter in particular will be from Frost's perspective. If you want the action, check out the original film or here's a Youtube clip: watch?v=w01aReCK9us

Chapter 3

Peter left in a version of his Spider-Man suit that was just the inner technology of the suit that got paint on it, minus the cloth part. Ned and MJ taped a smartphone to his chest, so they could see what he saw via Zoom. Frost couldn't see what they were looking at on the laptop monitor, but assumed Peter was still traveling towards the military research facility they talked about earlier.

"Keep an eye out on the trees. We don't really know where this guy is," MJ told Peter. "I genuinely don't know how you do this without throwing up."

Frost assumed she was referring to Peter web swinging. There was a part of her, that she assumed was from Caitlin, that wondered what it would be like for her Peter to take her swinging. Her face against his chest, wrapping her arms around his warm torso, feeling the wind in her hair, being in such danger and yet being so safe at the same time. She had to shake her head of those thoughts. Peter was her enemy. He left STAR Labs, abandoning helping her. At least, that's what Savitar told her. Sure, he was there again, but only because she, Cisco, and Peter had to fix a machine to restore Barry's memories. But even so, the team seemed to care more about saving Iris than helping her.

"Did you guys see that?" Peter whispered over the phone.

"Um, no," replied MJ.

"It's-it's really dark," said Ned.

"Okay, okay, okay, okay," whispered to himself.

Suddenly, a small crackling noise comes from the computer speakers that starts to get louder.

"What's-what's happening?" Asked Ned.

"Peter, what is it?" Asked MJ. "Are you getting the "tingle" thing? Is the tingle happening? Is your tingle tingling?"

Frost let out a small laugh, assuming she was only referring to the Spider-sense.

"Are you guys seeing this?" Asked Peter.

"Yeah," replied MJ.

"Osborn?" Asked Ned.

"No, he was green. This guy's blue," He told them, before addressing the blue guy. "Um, you wouldn't happen to be from another universe, would you?"

"What's he doing?" Asked MJ.

"I don't know. Looks like he's charging," Peter replies back."

"I don't like this. Just web him."

A few seconds after she told him that, a tree appears in one of the other cells, surprising MJ and Ned.

"GO LEFT! LEFT, DUDE, LEFT! LEFT! GO! LEFT! YES!" Ned yelled at the computer.

"What are you talking about? Right!" Argued MJ. "Go to the right! Right! Right! He means right! Don't listen to him!

The two were now talking over each other.

Maybe they weren't like Team SpiderFlash at all. Then again, they are teenagers, they're probably just starting out, thought Frost.

"Guys, this is not helping!" Yelled Peter.

Suddenly, there was an explosion from the speakers and then static.

"Oh, no, no, no. What happened? Peter? Peter?" MJ asked with worry in her voice.

They heard groans from the computer and then more noise that Frost wasn't sure what they were.

"Whoa!" Peter exclaimed.

"Peter?" Said a new voice from the computer "It's me, Flint Marko. You remember?"

Flint Marko? Frost thought. The Sandman! I don't think my Peter has fought him since before the Particle Accelerator explosion.

"Um, I'm Peter, but I'm not your Peter." Peter replied to Flint

"What do you mean, "Your not my Peter?" What the hell is going on?" Asked Flint.

"I'll explain everything. But first, can you help me stop this guy?"

"Okay"

"You try to surround him and I'll pull the plug. Alright, let's go."

I guess this Sandman is a good guy. Frost thought.

For the next several seconds, a lot of action, grunts, groans, and sci-fi noises came from the speakers.

"I can't hold it much longer!" said Flint, in anguish.

Frost can hear the familiar sound of "thwipping" from web shooters, teen Peter must have a plan.

"I got it! "I got it!" He yelled!

After few more seconds of grunts, thwips, and explosions, the noises started to stop.

"Different Peter. Weird." Flint remarked.

"Thanks. Sorry."

"Don't worry about it."

After a few seconds, another voice is heard from the speakers. "I got my body back."

"Hey, um...this is gonna sound really crazy, but, uh, this isn't your universe," Peter told him.

"Another universe?" The new guy asked.

"Uh huh"

"What?" Asked Flint.

"That's what I was feeling. The power, it's different. I like it," the new guy said, greedily.

"Easy, buddy," Flint said, trying to not start another fight.

"It's actually my fault that you're here," Peter revealed.

"Like, the universe or the woods?" asked the new guy. "I hate the woods."

"I meant the universe, sir."

"So, what, y'all just gonna stand here and act like ain't butt-ass naked?"

The statement surprised everyone in the basement. Frost was half curious if the new guy was going to appear in his cell naked.

"I am," replied Flint

"Uh, no, no," said Peter. "I, uh, there's some clothes over there."

A few minutes later, an African American man in bright yellow electrician worker clothes appears in one of the other cells. Now that she sees what he looks like, Frost recognizes him as Max Dillon aka her Peter's electricity based villain: Electro. He notices and admires the energy of the forcefield and spots his fellow occupants.

"Hi," Frost says to him flatly while waving.

"What was that? What did you just do to him?" Asked Flint.

"No, it's okay," Peter told him.

"Did you kill him?!" He asked with more worry that he might be next.

"Whoa, whoa. Whoa, I can explain everything. You just have to trust me. Please, just trust me," Peter tried to reassure him.

"I don't trust you. I don't know you!" Said Flint, who a second later, then appeared in one of the cells. Frost was curious why he didn't look like a human, but a (well) sand man. Just a man made of sand. Flint groans as he encounters the forcefield.

"What is this?" He asked.

"You picked the wrong side," Max told him.

Curt Connors, the Lizard, chuckles. Max turns to him and recognizes him.

"Connors?" Max asked.

"Wait, you know this creature?" Asked Otto.

"No, no, no. Not a creature, a man."

Ned realizes and tells MJ, "Oh, the same universe!"

"Dr. Curt Connors, he was a scientist at Oscorp when I worked there. A brilliant scientist, until he turned himself into a Lizard. Then he tried to turn the whole city into lizards, it was crazy."

"It wasn't crazy, Max. It was the next step in human evolution," The Lizard said for the first time since the sewers.

"The dinosaur can talk," Ned whispers to MJ.

"Lizard," she corrects him.

"Right."

"Speaking of which, what happened to you? Last I recall, you had bad teeth, glasses, and a combover. Did you get a makeover?" Asked Lizard. "You know, I can give you a real makeover!" he growled.

"Let me guess: into a lizard?" Max replied, not having any of it.

"Exactly!"

"Would you two just shut up?" asked Flint, before asking the teenagers. "Where are we?"

"It's complicated," replied Ned.

"A wizard's dungeon," answered MJ.

"A wizard's-wizard's dungeon?" Max stuttered.

"There's no real way to sugar coat that, it's literally the dungeon of a wizard."

"Complete with a washer and dryer!" Frost quipped as she points to the appliances behind the teenagers. "It seems to be a dungeon/basement combo. All it's missing is a ping pong table."

"You can keep your magic, I want a taste of that new energy I just felt," Max says as he lifts his hands up, causing the lights of the dungeon/basement to flicker. Soon after, MJ's phone rings.

"Oh, Peter, hey," she answers. There are pauses between each sentence, waiting for his answer. "Yeah, they're all here and locked up." "Okay." "Yeah, of course."

"Hey, ask him if this is like a tree monster or, like,a scientist who turned into a tree." Asked Ned, pointing at the tree in one of the cells.

"It's just a tree, man. Just a tree," Max tells Ned.

That's it for now. Another chapter tomorrow for Christmas Day.

To quote Kermit The Frog (again): "After all, there's only one more sleep 'til Christmas!"