Hey God, Peter here, could you send the real Peter's ghost here to get his body back? After a whole day, I've been thinking that maybe this is no prank.
Why would you do this? Peter has a family! My last dying wishes were to read a comic book where Peter doesn't have to deal with the complete bullshit that is Mary Jane and Paul's marriage. Or whatever complicated status they had going on.
I didn't fucking ask to be reincarnated as him.
With great powers comes great responsibilities? Sure, I get that, but why in the actual fuck do I have to fight everyone, from mook to literal demon Gods? You would think that the guy had any powers besides the proportional stats from a Spider. It's not like he had Miles' Anime electricity powers, it's not like he could fly the same way the Spider-Women do. Peter was a guy too smart who could've changed the world if he focused on it.
Peter was the best of us, I'm not.
Peter could somehow manage to find strength after being fucked senseless by his villains, and finding out that his chick cheated on him. I'm not sure I can do the same.
Besides, I wasn't bit by the Spider. I'm not even sure how smart I am in comparison to Peter, did he make me smarter? Did I make him stupider? It's more likely that the latter happened. My parents always said that I brought people down to my level.
I even went out of my way to bitten by that damned thing. It just decided to bite every single other person in the place outside of myself.
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I had my camera in hand, trying to look natural as I tried to find the spider, I even put myself next to Cindy since she's more likely than not to be bit by the same spider that gives my powers.
I didn't really understand why I would be reincarnated as Peter, but being Spider-Man is frankly the only way I can redeem myself for stealing the body of an important character like him.
But then I heard Gwen Stacy, who apparently was in school with me even if that's not supposed to be a thing in the comics, squeal in pain for just a moment, the scientists not even noticing it as the spider went for the person closest to her. Eugene "Flash" Thompson, the second biggest asshole in the school right behind Carl.
Then Harry approached them, got bit as well. Then the spider finally came for me… and it evaded all my attempts of getting in it's way to bite Cindy before jumping through the window. And because I really wanted to be Spider-Man, I followed it only to find that it had bit Miles, or well, a kid who I believe is Miles, and it died.
I pinched myself a few times right there and then to make sure that this was indeed reality.
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And well, I was more saddened than annoyed or pissed. Perplexed too. Because I can't figure out what else can I do here. Especially now that I couldn't be Spider-Man, what am I supposed to do in this universe? There were so many Spider-People, I can already see the Parker luck killing me three times over just so that everyone can have their characters develop since apparently, the best way to prove that is by killing a Parker.
And usually there's only me still alive, so it tracks.
As I lay down on my bed, I can't help but think 'Wallahi, I'm finished', because it's the universal truth.
But then I grab my computer that was laying next to me in the bed, an admittedly old think pad that was my uncle's before he had broken and Peter fixed it.
I began typing on my computer, not even sure how useful that would be in all frankness. This computer which I had completely deactivated any entry to the internet or any kind of network ever since I had gotten to this world. Cataloging heroes, villains, events, history, magic, trying to remember every tidbit of information that could be useful to myself.
I don't know what's more to this world. I have to act at the very least like I wasn't fucking myself over with indecisions and incompetence.
A knock on my door stops me from typing.
"Come in," I said as uncle Ben opened the door, he had yet to tell me that with great powers comes great responsibilities, but that's mostly because I haven't been acting like Peter has. Because I will be the first to admit that early on in the series Peter was quite frankly an misanthrope, that is, he hated basically everyone outside of his immediate family.
"Hello Peter," Ben said casually as he sat next to me, looking over the computer. "What are you doing?" He asked curious.
"Nothing much, just making a report over the science fair and some other things that I just thought I should think more about, such as the Cosmic radiation that gave the Fantastic Four their powers." I said as he nodded.
"It's incredible isn't it? You know, your father and I learned our motto from your grandpa, 'With Great Powers comes great responsibilities', and we've been holding it for so long, I'm happy to see that more people have decided to become heroes when they're blessed with powers like they have." He said as I nodded, not knowing what to say. So the two of us simply kept to ourselves, allowing the silence encroach us.
After some time, uncle Ben got up and tapped my leg, trying to remember something.
"Your Aunt did some meatloaf if you want to take that to school tomorrow." And have it stolen by that fat fuck Carl? No thanks, I will just forego eating and get home quick.
"Thanks uncle Ben, I'm gonna finish my notes for today and go to sleep." I told him as he left the room. "Sleep well, champ." He said, closing the door behind him as I just plopped in the bed, falling backwards with my head hitting the soft pillow, looking at the ceiling.
[System Availability: 100%]
Huh? What the hell is this?
[Would you like to play a Game of Life?]
I can't believe this, because it looks too bullshit! A Gamer power? Like in the novels I've been reading? Well, this is a comic book world, so it wouldn't be that weird in comparison to some of the more strange Mutant powers.
[Yes] [No]
After a minute or two of wondering how dumb of a decision this might be, I clicked on the yes button, and noting that nothing happened, I just groaned.
Did I just get pranked by some telepath?
God I'm already so sick of this shit.