(Peter will remember that)
Once again, Mecha Man shocked everyone with that answer.
Everyone already knew they were great colleagues, but they never imagined they were that close, to the point of being best friends. And Robert usually didn't give details about his personal life to avoid problems, but this time he couldn't help himself.
Looking at the crowd, Robert sighs, just wanting to get this over with.
Mecha Man: Alright, just one more, please. I gotta get back to uh, just, one more.
No one stands up for a couple of seconds, then someone carefully rises out of their chair, right at the front row.
Reporter 4 (AKA Big Fat bitch): Charles Kingsley. South Bay Signal
Just by listening to his voice, you could tell this guy was going to be a fucking asshole. He seemed like the physical embodiment of the words "troll piece of shit."
Big Fat bitch: So Shroud kills your father, goes to jail for fifteen years, breaks out and immediately dupes you into a trap where he destroys the Mecha Man suit and puts you in a coma for months.
...
The imbecile said in an insensitive tone and with a shitty attitude, even though he had literally just spoken about the death of someone's father.
And after that he says nothing more, as if he just wanted to throw those words in Robert's face.
Robert stares at the man. He was expecting something more, but that fat guy wasn't saying anything.
Mecha Man: I didn't hear a question in there.
Big Fat bitch: Two parter. First, why didn't Shroud kill you?
The reporter asks snidely.
Big Fat bitch: You haven't been conscious for months. It'd be easy money taking you out.
The reporter says, snapping his notebook shut like he's in some sort of TV show.
Mecha Man: Ok, Shroud wanted the Astral pulse and Mecha Man gone. He got both. I'm not sure I mattered much.
Robert theorizes. Although deep down he was wondering the same thing.
Big Fat bitch: Right. You're unimportant. which leads me to the next question. Most heroes avenge their families. You did the opposite. You killed their legacy. How disappointed would your dad be if he were here right now?
The bitch kept talking in that shitty tone, practically begging to get his ass beat.
The atmosphere grows quickly uncomfortable, as a few reporters clear their throats to try and disrupt the awkwardness. However, the big fat bitch reporter carries on
Big Fat bitch: Your father, your grandfather, they must be rolling in their graves.
Robert stands there staring the reporter down; he could hear his heartbeat thundering in his ears. Every part of his body was on the verge of madness.
In the game's original story, Robert, despite being furious, would be emotionally mature enough not to harm the reporter. Even if the reporter deserved it, it wouldn't be the right thing to do. Instead, Robert would answer the question, hoping his words would be enough to confront the hatred directed at him.
But luckily we're not in the game, and in this story, the author (in case you haven't noticed XD) hates that fat old bastard.
Robert says nothing, he just steps off the stage to stand in front of him. He gestures for the fat man to come closer, as if he wants to answer the question discreetly. The old man obeys and approaches, but he doesn't expect Robert to headbutt him in the nose.
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DISPATCH: WEB OF HEROES (+18)
Fanfiction"With great power comes great responsibility." Those words have always defined me. For a long time, I believed that being Spider-Man was the only meaningful thing I could do, that this mask was the only thing I could have in this life. But all that...
Pivot.
Start from the beginning
