flashiist:
"Goodbye. 8)))"

         scraps of red fabric are on the floor, his body is covered in severe cuts, he’ll admit, it HURTS, it STINGS, all too much. in all honesty, he’d never expect to head OUT like this, by a MONSTER. beneath his mask is a smile, as his cut fingers take out a source of communication, calling his FRIEND, his BUDDY. & with that, he hears the ‘ leave a message ‘ line, parker laughs a little, the parker luck TRULY is something, isn’t it? he realizes this is his last MOMENT. 

               ❛     hey, bud. don’t think i’m gonna..make it to the museum, i’m       a bit caught up, with THINGS.     ❜ 

         pieces of metal can be heard, CRUSHING, and POUNDING with each blow from the BEAST, bawling his last name with each strike. 

                  ❛     listen     you’re my BEST friend, okay? thanks for everything, i enjoyed hanging out with you, i really did.     ❜

          the doors finally break, with a loud CRACK against the wall, it seems as if the horror’s finally broken in, his head arches downwards, letting out a small breath, bleeding out with each one. 

                  ❛     th     thanks for the memories, tell my aunt, and tell MJ, that..i LOVE them to DEATH, okay? make sure no one HURTS them, please, for me.      ❜

           digits loosen their grip on the phone, placing it on the floor. he soon ARISES, to face the ENEMY. he’s learned to stand STRONG, to stand TALL, and that great POWER had come with great RESPONSIBILITY. it looks like he’ll be with uncle ben, soon ENOUGH. 

                      & that was the LAST anyone had heard or seen of the SPIDER.

peter’s final words - ACCEPTING!