Wrong number :/~~Spider-Man

Drog

Yeah, he was doing that.

Talking.

Yeah he was-

..No.. no no..

No he wasn't doing that..

More talking.

He was walking, but walking and talking were different. He knew that.

No.. not talking..

Humming.

Yeah, that sounded right.

What was he humming?

Was he humming?

He could feel the vibration of the song, but it didn't sound..

Sound..

It didn't sound like Peter's voice.

His arms weren't wrapped around himself either. When did he grow more arms?

Arms.. humming..

Oh yeah.

He wasn't alone.

A squeak escaped his lips as he tried to speak.

Someone was hugging him.

Someone was crying.

Someone was saying his name, talking to another person. The humming stopped and another person hugged him. The first one was gone. He stopped walking. Walking.. he can't walk that far in an elevator.. did they already go down?

More walking, he was being guided.

Things got bright. So bright. He couldn't lift his arms all the way.. why? They felt so heavy..

The guiding turned to a tug, and the tug turned to a drag. He was being dragged now. Who? Why? Where?

"Wai—t" Peter's voice sounded so.. weak.

He was in a car now. Car? Yeah. A car. He could feel the humming. Not the other humming. The car humming. The humming that cars make.

He liked the other humming better.

Walking again.

More walking.

Always walking.

He just wanted to lie down. Maybe sleep. Maybe cry. Maybe talk. Maybe sit in silence. Just no more walking.

A door slammed. He lied down.

That was nice.

His hands looked so funny..

He heard a faint click.

"Alright everyone, this is a stick-up! Don't anybody move! Now empty that safe!" Something screamed in his ear.

That was.. familiar..

His head hurt. Funny hands were shaking. He curled up. When? When did that..

"Ooohh! Moneymoneymoney" explosions rang in his ear, sounds of clinking and footsteps toppling over what he wanted to hear.

Funny and shaky hands clasped his ears.

Afraid?

Yeah, that's what it was. He was afraid.

Terrified even!

Why?!?

Why was it so familiar?? Why was he so scared of it??

"Stop it, you old mean potato!" Coins rattled, more clinking.

Was it..

"Quiet Bo Beep, or your sheep get run over!" Music..

Oh.

"Help! Baaaaa! Help us!!!" A child mimicked explosions for dramatic effect.

He knew what it was now.

Yeah, he connected the dots. He was smart.

Duh, what else could it be?

This was movie night.

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Woo!

I am very much in agony and a mixture of feelings this week, so I'm creating drAmmaa

Sorry that it's so short! Ending it here seemed festive and I want to get more chapters out while I still have the Urge to write. 

I hope you guys enjoy, and I'm sorry that the last one came so late. I thought I posted it before I left, but I didn't. So yayy! Here it is, six days late! Woo..

Anywhoosies, as always, have a wonderful day, or I will wrap you in a sheet and force you to have to watch me be a dumbass for four hours straight.

Love you all💛💛

Sincerely, literally the coolest humanoid out there ✨🤌🦵