34 Dr. Fenrir

A middle-aged man, now reaching his elderly years, strolled through what appeared to be a posh basement. As he moved forward, he noticed a series of cages, and in one of them was a rather overweight person with robotic tentacles.

"Octavius?" he called out, a hint of recognition in his voice.

The man spun around, his face contorting into a mix of shock and disbelief as he gazed at the person standing before him.

"Osborne?" he uttered, unable to fully comprehend the unexpected encounter.

Norman Osborne looked at the robotic man with a face filled with apprehension, his mind struggling to grasp the sight before him. In a state of stupor, he finally managed to ask the burning question.

"What happened to you?"

Dr. Otto Octavius looked visibly offended as he glanced around for a moment before responding.

"What happened to me...you are the walking corpse," he retorted sharply.

Norman was taken aback by the cryptic response. "What do you mean?" he asked, seeking clarification.

Otto stared at him, a snarl forming on his face as he let the words sink in before delivering the shocking revelation, "You died, Norman... years ago."

Norman Osborne chortled dismissively as he shook his head lightly, not willing to believe Otto's words.

However, their conversation was suddenly interrupted by another voice, intruding into the tense atmosphere. A black muscular man spoke, his voice filled with amusement. "God... I love it here," he chuckled, seemingly unfazed by the intensity of the situation.

A naive and innocent voice interjected hastily. A boy clad in a red and blue suit, unmistakably Spider-Man, could be seen standing behind Norman Osborne. He observed the villains assembled with his best friend and girlfriend, Ned and Michelle Jones, by his side.

Wearing a neo-modern Spider-Man suit, he stepped closer to the cages, pointing towards the confined figures with a determined finger.

"What are you talking about? He is standing right there; he is not dea--" Spider-Man's words trailed off as a new voice cut in, adding to the unfolding mystery.

"-Dead. They both died... fighting Spider-Man." The newcomer was a tall and muscular figure, seemingly made out of sand.

The room was suddenly engulfed in tension as both Norman Osborne and Peter Parker, who bore an uncanny resemblance to Tom Holland, exchanged a significant glance.

The pressure in the room intensified as the Sandman's voice echoed off the walls of the eerie basement. He recounted past events with a mix of bitterness and amusement, drawing the attention of everyone present.

"It was all over the news," he began, his sandy form shifting and swirling with emotion. "Green Goblin? Impaled by the very glider he flew around on... and a couple of years later..." The Sandman turned to face Dr. Octopus, his voice now laced with a taunting sneer.

"...you, Doc Ock. Drowned in the river with your machines,"

Dr. Octavius' expression contorted with offense and frustration, his reaction akin to that of a Karen. His voice, sharp with bitterness, cut through the Sandman's words as he defended himself vehemently.

"That's nonsense," he retorted, his words filled with conviction. "Spider-Man was trying to stop my fusion reactor. So I stopped him,"

The man's body jerked with an involuntary gesture, his hand gesturing mid-air in a choking motion as if reliving a moment of pure rage. Anguish and regret poured out from the gaps between his gritted teeth.

"I had him... by the throat... and then I..." he began, his voice trailing off, unable to continue.

As the man's expression fell midway, confusion washed over his face. He looked around the room, seemingly disoriented, and then he spoke again, the realization gradually dawning upon him.

"...and then I was here," he said, his voice tinged with a mix of bewilderment and astonishment.

Electro's laughter echoed through the room, his eyes locking onto Tom Holland as he sought validation and attention from the other spider villains present.

"Oh, please, let me tell you somethin'..." he began, his voice a mix of arrogance and excitement. "I was whooping Spider-Man's ass. He'll tell you himself! Then, he caused an overload, and I was stuck in the grid, absorbing data... I was about to turn into pure energy... and then... and then... and then..." he paused, "...And then, oh shit... I was about to die," he confessed, his bravado momentarily fading.

From the other side of the room, a humanoid green monster with a massive tail, likely the Lizard, spoke up with genuine curiosity.

"Max, do you know? Do I die?" he inquired, his question directed at Electro, seeking some insight into his own fate.

Right at that moment, a new figure appeared in the room, dressed in blue robes with a red cape. This middle-aged man had distinguished grey sideburns, adding an air of wisdom to his appearance. He approached Tom Holland, and the atmosphere in the room seemed to shift as all eyes turned toward the newcomer.

"Blah blah blah blah..."

"Blah blah blah blah?"

"Blah blah..."

"-blah blah blah blah!"

"Some of these guys are going to die, Parker... it's their fate.

"Come on, Strange have a heart."

Dr. Strange paused, his fingers deftly manipulating the cubic device that seemed to be constructed with an air of mystery and magic. The device hummed with an otherworldly energy, responding to the sorcerer's skilled touch.

"...in the grand calculus of the multiverse, their sacrifice means infinitely more than their lives." He looked at Peter with a sympathetic gaze and uttered out. "I'm sorry kid. If they die... they die."

The room fell into an expectant hush, the villains watched in awe and trepidation, their fate resting in the hands of the Sorcerer Supreme.

As Holland's Parker's gaze fixated on Doctor Strange, a sense of uncertainty and vulnerability washed over him.

He felt a lost look creeping onto his visage as the sorcerer continued to manipulate the mysterious cube known as Machinna du Kadavus. This powerful artifact held the ability to send those who had been accidentally summoned from different dimensions back to their respective homes.

In a sudden and unexpected move, Tom Holland's instincts as Spider-Man took over. With quick reflexes, he shot his webs, snatching the cube - Machinna du Kadavus - away from Doctor Strange's grasp. The artifact glowed with power, and its abrupt removal disrupted the delicate spell the sorcerer was weaving.

...and then they began to fight.

Inside the basement, the villains maintained their stoic expressions, seemingly unphased by the unexpected turn of events. To them, Spider-Man's actions may have seemed in line with his character, as he was known for his impulsive and heroic nature.

Electro's attention shifted towards the person in the corner most cage, who had remained silent throughout the unfolding events. This individual seemed to be an enigma, keeping to themselves and revealing nothing about their past or intentions.

"And you...? Who are you?"

The figure remained silent for a moment, then finally spoke in a voice that was barely a whisper,

"I am a creation... an experiment gone wrong."

The mysterious man dressed in a white kimono, sporting a fox mask and a cowboy hat, stepped forward. With a slow, deliberate motion, he retrieved a coin from his pocket, holding it up for everyone in the room to see.

All eyes were fixed on the peculiar figure as he scanned the assembled group, a soft whimsical giggle escaped his mouth as he spoke to himself psychotically.

"Heads, I tell you all my name. Tails I do not."

*Ping!*

He flicked the coin in the air and it landed on his palm. The fox-masked person did not look at the result but simply spoke, smiling from behind his mask.

"In my world, they call me Dr. Fenrir."

A sly smile played on his lips as he suddenly began to remove his mask with a deliberate movement.

"-But since we are all acquainted here... you can call me Peter Parker."

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I'm sorry guys, I was planning to give 2 today but I am unable to. I'll give a bonus chapter within this week itself.