The Bagel Effect
The Butterfly Effect.
A small act that leads to an avalanche of consequences of epic proportions in ways that might not make sense linearly.
Well, in my case, the small act was a bagel being thrown at my face.
All my life, I was a joke. Even my origin story began as a joke.
It didn’t matter how much I studied, or how high I climbed the Alchemax ladder, or how much I pushed the boundaries of science, nobody took me seriously. I was just another spot in the crowd.
They mistook my gentleness, my meek and innocent and shy personality, for disgrace. Whether consciously or not, it doesn’t matter.
Because of a joke, I was in the wrong place, at the wrong time, as the wrong person.
I lost my job. My life. MY FACE. My family won’t even look at me. Even the villains mocked me. And Spider-Man, the one who made me into this, laughed and fought me while typing on the phone, looking away, calling me a ‘villain of the week’.
No one in my life ever gave me an ounce of respect. A sliver of dignity. A drop of honor.
They don’t know how it feels to have a hole eating you inside. Having a black spot in your heart. The feeling of being a hollow shell. Of being less than zero, less than nothing. Of staring at the abyss, and the abyss staring at you, pouring into you.
They should have known better.
I am done playing nice. I am done being weak. And I’m tired of pretending I’m not. I won’t be a ‘villain of the week’ anymore. They will see the consequences of epic proportions. They will see The Bagel Effect. They will see ME.
LOOK. AT. ME.
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