41 Tinkering

In a dimly lit sewer, Peter sat with a deadpan expression, fully engrossed in his work on the arc reactor. Having successfully fixed the Stark Fabricator, he found the task surprisingly manageable, thanks to the assistance of Electro's powers.

The sewer's gloomy ambiance seemed to fade away as Peter's focus intensified. Tiny sparks danced around the arc reactor, and his nimble hands moved with precision, adjusting the intricate components. Each adjustment brought the device closer to its optimal functionality.

'The newfound abilities I gained from Electro are extraordinary - Flight, Teleportation, and Electrokinesis. This should have given me a whole new buff.'

With a warm smile, he glanced at his loyal companions who had been standing by his side, providing valuable assistance. There was Mr. Poopoo, the monk mouse, with his wise and serene presence.

'Heh. I owe my life to him. Truly, the best thing I ever did since arriving in this world. Experimenting on a mouse."

Next to him stood the newly named raven, Mr Birbum who had regenerated from his electric injuries. His keen senses and aerial prowess would be invaluable in scouting from above and alerting of impending dangers plus he was a cool mount... good at pecking enemies as well.

Finally, there was Dr Connors who Peter had partially cured. Connors had retained his Lizard transformation without any side effects.

'Heh. I am taking him with me to my dimension. He will be a good asset to my Ak-47 Gang.'

The decision to take Dr. Connors with him was rooted in two profound factors. The first was the Gwen saving incident that left Peter with a heavy heart - he had killed the Dr. Connors from his dimension in self defence by bombing his way through his stomach. The loss of the man whom the original Peter regarded as a secondary father figure was deeply tragic, leaving Peter with a lingering sense of guilt and sorrow.

As for the second reason, on second thought, Peter found himself questioning himself.

'I-I... don't remember.'

Together, Peter, Mr. Poopoo, Mr. Birbum, and Dr. Connors formed an unlikely but effective team.

'As for the maggots, it appears they have consumed more of my hand, we are bound together- they are a part of me as much as I am of them. Our connection runs deep as we share the same senses and even the same brain. I tried cutting my hand off... but even when it regenerated, I can't escape from my fate. Somehow... magically, they reappear on the new hand along with the soul gems.'

Deep in thought, Peter reflected on the unexpected amalgamation with the maggots and the transformative effect it had on him. As he delved into his memories, he realized that while his consciousness was asleep, the extra set of vision and hunger had taken over his body, shaping it into an abnormal and mysterious primal form of itself.

Bewitched by this revelation, Peter analyzed the abilities he had witnessed in this peculiar state. The first ability appeared akin to a black hole, capable of devouring anything within its range. Remarkably, it could even consume emotions.

The second ability he observed was the power to corrupt souls. This ability held immense implications, making him wary of its potential for destruction and manipulation. The notion of tampering with one's essence was unsettling, adding another layer of complexity to his existence of transmigration.

Lastly, he uncovered the ability to induce a psychotic trance in his prey, causing them to confront their darkest inner conflicts. It was as if he could tap into their innermost fears and doubts, provoking a battle within themselves.

'However, all of these abilities can only be used when I go in my Hanged Man mode and according to my deduction, this can only happen if I let the hunger take over. It is a double-edged sword.'

Peter pondered a little more as he glanced at the eyes and mouth on his palm, which appeared to be sleeping.

"From what I noticed, compared to before, my palm has seven pits instead of five, two of them already filled," Peter murmured to himself, analyzing the subtle changes that had taken place. "This happened after the maggots conquered more of my body. So did eating myself upgrade it?"

Lost in thought, Peter absentmindedly tapped the makeshift table he had made, his mind racing with ideas and possibilities as he whispered to himself.

"Creeping Hunger would be a good name for my golden finger. It sounds fitting."

Mr. Poopoo's eyes glimmered with wisdom as he nodded and the raven cawed softly, as if acknowledging the weight of the chosen name.

Indeed, it was rightly chosen. It symbolized the duality - the creeping nature of the hunger and the power it weld.

Working diligently on the fabricator for a few more minutes, Peter customized a new suit for himself since the garbage attractor key that had his three suits too was destroyed. His cowboy fox suit had been completely burnt by Electro and what was left was lost when he transformed into Reverse Jesus.

Peter's sudden burst of laughter filled the room, his amusement was evident as he shared a lighthearted joke with Mr. Poopoo, Mr. Birbum, and Dr Connors.

"Why did the cowboy in kimono's clothes get his outfit burned in battle while fighting asleep?" Peter quipped, his eyes glinting mischievously. "Because he was dreaming of being a 'hot' samurai!"

The two animals, Mr. Poopoo and Mr. Birbum, continued to stare at Peter with an absolute deadpan expression, their features betraying no hint of amusement. Peter felt a slight discomfort, his cheeks reddening as he coughed lightly, trying to break the awkward silence.

"It wasn't a bad joke," Peter defended, though a hint of self-consciousness crept into his voice. "I mean, humor is subjective, right?"

Dr. Connora, ever composed, managed a small smile, appreciating the humor. After being cured, the dominating influence of the lizard genes had not been reduced by even a little.

"Indeed your majesty, t'was a clever play of words. Your wit knows no bounds."

Peter's grin widened at Dr. Connors's words, appreciating the support from his knight. He glanced at his watch and smiled at himself and then at his friends.

"Should we go and retrieve Ms. Speepee and Aunt May?"

Mr Poopoo revealed a rare smile as he nodded while Dr. Connors appeared a little puzzled.

With a playful flick of his wrist, Peter threw three small Pokeballs at Mr. Poopoo, Mr. Birbum, and Dr Connors. The two animal companions swiftly retrieved the balls and clicked on them. To Dr. Connors's surprise, a set of clothing materialized before his eyes.

A posh, small-sized suit was tailored for Mr. Poopoo, the gentleman, and a monocle was prepared for the raven, Mr. Birbum. The latter perched gracefully upon Peter's shoulder, who had also changed into an entirely new outfit.

"Remarkable," Dr. Connors exclaimed, his eyes widening with awe as he gazed at the Pokeball.

He tapped the small white button, and to his amazement, a set of clothing materialized before him. It was a magnificent draconic armor, shimmering with intricate details.

Peter smiled, proud at the work of the fabricator and what he had achieved in a few hours.

Emerging from the dark, damp sewers, the lizard party found themselves standing under a tapestry of stars spread across the vast, inky-black expanse, twinkling like diamonds in the sky.

Peter gazed upward, his eyes drawn to the ethereal glow of the celestial satellite that they were being bathe in.

He nudged a monocle that now rested upon his nose as his lips curled up.

"The moon is close. It will be a long hunt tonight."

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A/N: Send da sthones