[Look, he could take the idea of bumping into some dork in a Spidey costume as a bizarre fluke, even in the middle of what looked like a mental breakdown. That's the right outfit for it, spanky-tight super suits and insanity are the merriest of bedfellows.
This is a second coincidence, far more surreal than the last. He wishes he could blame it on having a stroke or some natural brain spasm. Drugs. A spider-mutant with Peter Parker's camera, the cosmos is really having its chucks today.
No sound comes from the alien mouth. Just a hungry click that springs all his body hair to standing, Richie rises to his feet, extra slow. He stares it down in silence. What does he have on him? The jack knife Steve gave him. His zippo. Nothing bigger or better. Fuck.
He takes a step back. Then a calculating second, grass softly folding under his boots. If he moves slow does that take him out of the prey zone?
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This is a second coincidence, far more surreal than the last. He wishes he could blame it on having a stroke or some natural brain spasm. Drugs. A spider-mutant with Peter Parker's camera, the cosmos is really having its chucks today.
No sound comes from the alien mouth. Just a hungry click that springs all his body hair to standing, Richie rises to his feet, extra slow. He stares it down in silence. What does he have on him? The jack knife Steve gave him. His zippo. Nothing bigger or better. Fuck.
He takes a step back. Then a calculating second, grass softly folding under his boots. If he moves slow does that take him out of the prey zone?
What a way to go this would be.]