Dr. Johnathon Ohnn would have actually stopped and thought about what he was doing.

He would have looked at the man who had confronted him and, while dressed in a rather garish version of the traditional Spider-Man outfit, realized he MUST be Spider-Man or at least someone connected to him. And thus he would have instantly moved to restrain him, never allowing him to go on his long speech that had been designed just to taunt him.

And he certainly wouldn't have wildly chased after the man who called himself Spider-Chaos because it was clear to ALL that he wanted to be followed. From the way he was dangling from the train, wiggling his body like a worm on a hook, to how he had made sure that he KNEW what he was doing, to even the damn song he was playing… he wanted to be followed.

Now, can I kick it? Thank you
Yeah, I'm so damn grateful
I grew up really wanting gold fronts
But that's what you get when Wu-Tang raised you
Y'all can't stop me
Go hard like I got a 808 in my heartbeat
And I'm eating at the beat like you gave a little speed
To a great white shark on Shark Week, raw

But he wasn't Dr. Johnathon Ohnn anymore.

He was The Spot.

He would destroy each and every world that didn't bow to him, so that his enemies learned to respect him. He would travel the multiverse and he would find a land that appreciated him and loved him and he would be their glorious king, assuring that they, and only they, in all of existence knew happiness. And he would kill any that dared to get in his way.

Starting with Spider-Chaos.

The web-slinger hit a long stretch of straight rail and the Spot smirked as he popped up on a building, spotting him still wiggling and flailing about on his line. Yes… yes he was a worm. The Spot could see that, just like he would have seen it as Dr. Ohnn. But he wasn't some tiny guppy… he was a shark and he would devour the whole damn line!

The Spot didn't fly. No… he didn't have that power. Instead he was able to control portals and that allowed him to do amazing things. He was able to create small portals to different gravity wells that allowed him to hover but true flight wasn't something he could achieve. But he could do better than that. He was able to appear instantly anywhere. Each portal allowed him to leap miles, thousands of miles, light years if he wished, to wherever he wanted to go.

'If they say I am a god that's what I am…' he mentally sang, though the lyrics were slightly off thanks to that DAMN SONG PLAYING! 'And its time this intruder learned that…' He focused and created dozen of portals near the train, leaping into one in order to appear right in front of Spider-Chaos-

There was a brief flash of green, so quick that he couldn't even be sure that it had actually happened, and then he found himself floundering as rather than ramming into Spider-Chaos he found himself JUST passing him, tumbling just under him and being forced to create another portal that brought him to another roof which he crashed into.

"Okay… what was that?" he muttered to himself in annoyance.

Time to go off, I'm gone
Deuces, goodbye, I got a world to see
And my girl, she wanna see Rome
Caesar'll make you a believer
Nah, I never ever did it for a throne
That validation comes from giving it back to the people

Spider-Chaos was getting away from him but that wasn't a problem for the Spot. When he could appear anywhere at any time the only true way to get away from him was to hide. And Spider-Chaos wasn't trying to hide.

"Or is he?" the Spot whispered. "What's the best way to hide but in plain sight? To be so visible that you disappear! That has to be it… that has to be what he is doing… he is right in front of me and that is allowing him to disappear!"

He paused, considering the grand revelation he'd just had.

"…no, that's really stupid." He shook his head and fired off another set of portals, diving through one just as the train took a corner and the Spot knew that it would have to slow down for that curve. It would leave Spider-Chaos dangling and that was just what the Spot wanted. He dove through, only inches from the man's face-

Except now he soared over his head, the man having JUST slid down his webline so that the Spot missed him!

Once more the Spot found himself floundering only this time, because of the curve in the rails, he ended up slamming into a building, striking it so hard it made his teeth rattle, before his body began to slide down it. He quickly made another portal but the last thing he heard before he entered the portal was Spider-Chaos' taunting "Meep Meep!"

The Spot landed on the roof of an apartment building, crashing into some patio furniture that had been set up, the table covered in stubbed out cigarette butts that someone hadn't been considerate enough to at least put in an ashtray. "I should really do something about that… its just rude and- no, no, focus on this fight first." He got up and brushed himself off, the churning white circles on his body, looking like a child's scribbles, whirled and pulsed with a desire to unleash more portals. They reflected his rage well that the loud-mouthed FREAK was still taunting him!

The Spot was tired of people not showing him the respect he deserved.

Now, sing a song, and it goes like
Raise those hands, this is our party (Hey, hey, hey)
We came here to live life like nobody was watching (Hey, hey, hey, oh)
I got my city right behind me, if I fall, they got me (Hey, hey, hey)
Learn from that failure, gain humility (Hey, hey, hey)
And then we keep marching, I said

"Fine… I can't catch you?" The Spot said before thrusting out his hands and sending out a MASSIVE portal right in front of the tracks. "Lets see how you like it when I send that train right into a volcano!"

He could easily hear the screeches of the train's breaks but knew there was no hope. It would go in and they would die. Maybe… maybe he should feel bad about that. Maybe. But he found that he really didn't care.

"Everyone on there hates me anyway, I just know it," he muttered darkly. "They see me as a joke… as someone to dismiss. Just like everyone else in my life. Well… the last thought that will run through their minds before they are consumed by lava is that maybe they shouldn't have underestimated me… hmmm." He leaned forward. "Maybe I can hear their screams from here? Or should I get closer? Closer might be nice but I don't want to miss anything… of course everything happens in an instant with my portals so I suppose that doesn't matter. So I can get closer. But there is something to be said for the cheap seats… not that I could even get those. Lousy Mets never lowering their ticket prices."

He shook his head once more. He was getting sidetracked again. That kept happening for some reason, he wasn't for sure. He had always been a bit scatter brained, he would admit, but he thought that made him a better scientist. Too many of his co-workers became hyper focused and thus couldn't see new opportunities right in front of them. He, on the other hand, was able to plunge into things without the worry that he'd never be able to dig himself out. Octavia was a perfect example of that… so obsessed with her tentacles that she never thought about the millions of other uses for her polymers.

She, and many of his other fellow scientists, went to the amusement park and stood in line to ride a single ride over and over. He darted about taking in the entire experience and yes, it might mean he didn't wait long enough to ride all the rides… but he got a richer experience.

"Admittedly things had been getting worse lately but that's just because there is so much to focus on," he mumbled. "Not because of absorbing more power… no… no that is a good thing. A right thing. The best thing ever. Yeah. Yeah."

He continued to stand there.

"What we waiting for?" Spider-Chaos said, moving to stand beside him.

"The train to fly through my portal. Its gonna go right into a volcano. I can't wait to hear the screams."

"Cool. Cool cool cool." Spider-Chaos tilted his head. "So… does sound travel through that portal?"

"…fuck!" the Spot screamed in frustration. "Fuck fuck fuck!"

"Sorry, just pointing-"

"No no, my fault. I'm just distracted and didn't think of that."

Spider-Chaos nodded. "Where's the kaboom?"

"Pardon?"

"The Kaboom. There's supposed to be a planet shattering kaboom."

That was odd. The Spot leaned down and saw the train was just… sitting on the rails. Right in front of the portal. Doing nothing. It shouldn't have been able to stop like-

The Spot realized just who he had been talking too.

"Meep meep!" Spider-Chaos declared before he had the GALL to fire webbing at him, locking onto his shoulders and yanking him forward right into a kick.

Can we go back? This is the moment
Tonight is the night, we'll fight 'til it's over
So we put our hands up
Like the ceiling can't hold us
Like the ceiling can't hold us
Can we go back? This is the moment
Tonight is the night, we'll fight 'til it's over
So we put our hands up
Like the ceiling can't hold us
Like the ceiling can't hold us

The Spot was sent flying back but he quickly came to his senses and created a portal, which allowed him to redirect himself back at the Spider and begin the fight properly. "I was worried about you! I heard you were deadly but you seemed kinda drugged up, honestly!"

"You should worry about yourself!" the Spot screamed as he begin to form more portals around Spider-Chaos, hoping to punch and hit him from angles he couldn't counter. But there was another green flash and Spider-Chaos actually reached through a portal and punched him back! The Spot snarled and began to fight all the faster, the two of them trading blows even though they were a dozen of feet apart.

The Spot had no real training when it came to fighting. Spider-Chaos has been trained by some VERY good people. The Spot knows both of these things. He also knows his powers were allowing him to keep up but that Spider-Chaos had something that was allowing HIM to counter what should be blows that take him down hard. That green flash. Whatever it was, and the Spot couldn't figure it out for the life of him, it was allowing him to match him move for move. This wasn' twhat Spider-Man was able to do… though that's a part of it. The Green Flash… it was what is allowing him to match him.

"What is that green flash, hmmm?" the Spot asked as he decided to switch it up and rather than strike Spider-Chaos try and grab him. But the man began to deflect his blows, quickly countering every attempt to snag onto his costume. "What sort of trick is that?"

"Oh, that's just the Time Stone," Spider-Chaos said. "Ancient Relic that controls time, though I admit here its weakened greatly. Best I can do is see a few seconds into the future."

The Spot knew that's a lie and it was something else but he decided to probe further, to see what he could learn. Even lies could tell you a lot about a person. "So… you saw me send that train into a volcano and stopped it?"

"I just saw a big hole in space and I decided to stop it. Froze it in place. Not the people… organics are too complex for the stone right now but I can do non-living matter."

"Good to know," The Spot said before he created a portal to the bottom of the atlantic, making the one right next to Spider-Chaos the size of a baseball. The result of all that water pressure was like a cannon, striking the hero in the chest and sending him flying through the air. At once the Spot was on him, creating more portals that sent water at him, bouncing him about like a pin ball being beaten in a game. After the man had taken such delights in mocking him the Spot REVELED in seeing him brought down low.

Finally he created two portals around his arms and two around his ankles, squeezing them shut so he couldn't move. Sadly he still can't seal a portal while something is in it, otherwise he would have chopped the bastard's legs and arms off and watched him wiggle on the ground like a fly whose wings had been plucked but he could make the portals small enough that there is no hope of him getting free.

"And now the spider is trapped."

"Thanks for not making a web joke," Spider-Chaos replied even as he wiggled a little to try and find a way out of the trap. "That gets old so quick its not even funny. I mean… can you talk about unoriginal?"

"You know I have to admit that I do admire how you hero types still manage to quip even when you are facing death." He formed a much smaller portal to the bottom of the ocean and the stream of water began to cut into the roof they were on, the Spot commanding it to slowly begin moving towards the man's groin. "Is this the part where you tell me that I can't get away with this?"

"Nope," Spider-Chaos said though he wasn't sounding as confident as before. "Just the, uh, point where I thank you for not pulling the "I'm actually the hero here" bullshit."

"But I am the hero," the Spot said. "If only to myself."

"Yes, because heroes are selfish now. How Gen Z of you."

The Spot merely leaned down close, studying him. "Sometimes we must be our own heroes. No one is interested in helping me."

"I can't imagine why, what with you wanting to kill everyone because, let me check my notes." He bobbed his head back and forth. "Oh yes, some random person threw a bagel at your head!"

"He turned me into this!" the Spot screamed.

"Then change yourself back!" Spider-Chaos countered.

"You think I haven't tried? That I haven't done all I could to fix myself? I can't and its all because of him."

"…you can travel the multiverse."

"Yeah."

"And Multiverse Theory states that all things are possible."

"Right."

"…I want you to think about that for a moment. I'll give you a minute." He began to hum the jeopardy theme. "That enough time yet? Well?" He scoffed. "Go to a universe that is more fucking advanced and get yourself fixed up! Can probably also get plastic surgery to fix any defect you have. Shrink that massive dick you have right down."

"I don't need a bigger dick- wait, what?"

"I decided to try being polite." He could practically hear the smile in his words.

"Huh." The Spot sat down next to Spider-Chaos. "I never considered that."

"Sometimes the obvious answers aren't easy to see. But now that you do…"

"…I kinda want to still destroy the world. You know, for science. And also because of revenge. Revenge is a good motivator. I can still fix myself up after I destroy this planet."

"Fuck, I was really hoping you wouldn't pick up on that." Spider-Chaos began to try and inch his way from the stream of water that was still tearing through the roof. "Listen, have you-"

And that's when a solid mass of muscle struck the Spot.

Shaking his head, the Spot tried to clear his vision only for a meaty fist to be driven right into his jaw, causing his head to snap back so hard he was rather sure that his skull was going to pop right out of his skin and go flying a across Manhattan. That was followed by a punch to the stomach that had him doubled over.

"You really thought you could threaten all of existence and no one would respond?" the new arrival said. He was HUGE. A literal brick wall assuming the wall was made of muscle and anger issues. The way he bit out his words had the Spot just knowing that he wasn't the full source of the man's rage but he would be the punching bag for it. He let out a groan and shook his head, holding up his hand to try and get a time out only for the new arrival to grab his wrist and twist it. The Spot howled in pain and tried to shift his body to relieve some of the pressure and that allowed him to get a better look at the figure. Blue and red outfit but… not the standard Spider-Man suit that everyone knew. No, this was a bit too… well, Try-Hard was the word that was popping into the Spot's head. It was some teenager who thought the world didn't understand him's attempt at making a Spider-Man costume.

"Damn it, O'Hara!" Spider-Chaos shouted. "I thought we told you to stay back!"

"You're welcome," the new Spider, O'Hara, stated. The Spot frowned, trying to remember where he'd heard that name.

"I had it covered, you fucking idiot!" Spider-Chaos roared and the Spot turned to see the blue and gold Spider rushing him. The Spot, realizing what was about to happen, quickly created several new portals under first Spider-Chaos' feet and then O'Hara's feet, causing them both to try and leap away. He hadn't been aiming to trip them up though… just to force O'Hara into a different position. One that allowed the Spot to create a portal in the middle of a New York garbage barge, sending trash and a slurry of slime at O'Hara who sputtered and let go to shield himself.

The Spot at once leapt into a portal and put himself a good distance away from the two.

"We have a plan you roided up nimrod!" Spider-Chaos shouted even as he began to swing towards the Spot, who quickly began to move away, using his portals to dart out of their reach. Now that he was free he was the one running but he had no problem with that… the chase would make them tired and when they were tired they would make mistakes. Perfect for him.

"And it was a shit plan. You nearly died-"

"I had ways to get out! The Time Stone-"

"Well now we do things my way!" O'Hara shouted as he suddenly launched himself far faster than the Spot was expecting and-

"DO YOU HAVE CLAWS!?" The Spot demanded. "Why do you have claws? Spiders don't have claws… do they? Do spiders have claws? I need to look that up."

"Shut up!" O'Hara roared. "I am so sick of everyone never shutting up! The villains. The Spiders. The other heroes. The citizens. Talking talking talking talking! What we need is a bit more action!" He swung his hand at the Spot but he was able to fall down a portal and land behind O'Hara. "A bit more focus!" O'Hara twisted to chase after him. "To get the job done!"

"Miguel!" Spider-Chaos shouted.

The Spot… stopped running.

O'Hara… Miguel O'Hara… rushed him and swung his fist…

…and screamed as he drove it into a portal linked to an industrial smelter.

He pulled out his hand, cradling it, his suit smoking and crackling around his fingers and wrist.

But the Spot just stared at him.

"Miguel… Miguel Miguel Miguel." He began to tremble, to twitch. He suddenly found himself with so much energy to burn. Too much energy. "The one… that killed MY Spider-Man. My nemesis."

"Oooooh fuck," Spider-Chaos whispered.

The Spot slowly raised his arms and portals formed all around him. He wasn't even for sure where they led… he just knew they would bring death with them. All over New York portals formed, some drawing people into danger… others bringing it to them.

"Miguel…" The Spot whispered.

And then… he unleashed destruction.