Chapter 4: Can't Really Call Us Liars

Hello readers, as English isn't my first language, it may contain many grammar issues. That's why I will be using Grammarly. The sponsor of today's vid...

Still, if you find any incorrect grammar or punctuation inside this fanfic, it would be awesome if you would write a correction in the paragraph comments.

'...' : thought

"..." : talking

/...\ : something is written

[...]: place/time

{...} : talking per phone/pc/tv

>...< : sound

(...) : the all mighty me ᕕ( ಠ‿ಠ)ᕗ

Without further ado, let's begin the Story!

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Time after the Queensboro bridge incident: 1 Week 4 Days 2am

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[Arround 2am | Secret Lab | Norman Osborn's POV]

"Mr. Osborn! Here is the report on David Thompson!" I heard Nels say in a disgusted but respectful tone.

'Still trying to hide your dislike of me, aren't we?' I thought to myself as I took the report and started reading it.

/Name: David Ken Thompson

Parents: Martha and Thomas Thompson

Friends: Peter Parker...\

I pause for a moment after reading Peter Parker's name and start flying over the bits of unimportant information. Searching for Nels' evaluation of him.

/He is short-sighted: His plan has a decent start but comes with many risks that he most likely didn't consider like the police taking blood samples or his family recognizing that the corpse is not his.

Tunnel vision because of his hatred of Spider-Man: His hatred made him blind to the risk of coming with me after getting offered to have the same powers as Spider-Man. Another example would be that he didn't even ask why we chose him for the experiment. Which also could mean that he has high self-esteem. Finding himself to be unordinary.

Family situation: From his attempt to take his own life, I can conclude that he loves his family but doesn't consider himself an important part of it.

Impulsive: Loses control over his emotions quickly...

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I stop reading as I see Dr.Doser talk to the experimental subject. I press the button for the speaker and wait a while to hear what they are talking about.

"What is 'It'?" 

"It's a-"

{Dr. Doser! Less talking, more acting. Understood?} Getting the idea of what they were talking about, I spoke into the speaker and heard my voice being broadcasted across the whole room.

I see how the subject and Dr. look in my direction, trying to see me, but fail because the glass is reflective.

{And you Mr. Thompson! Your questions will be answered once you enter the isolation room.} I spoke again, trying to not waste more of my precious time than needed.

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[3am | David's POV]

As I lay inside the glass dome, I inhaled slowly to calm myself down.

"Now! Where are the answers to my questions?" I yelled, trying to get the voice to answer my call.

{No need to scream Mr. Thompson. I can hear you just fine with you only talking.} The same rough voice from before answered.

{The answers to your questions is right next to you.} As he said that, I saw a gap open on the right side of the dome. Out of it came a black goo that moved in my direction.

{This is a small part of an alien symbiont brought back from the moon. We had it contained and tested, but without further human experiments, we can't complete our research.} He said in an amused tone, while I struggled to get the restrains off.

'That sick a**hole is enjoying this?!' I thought, continuing my pointless struggle.

"F*cking liars! You promised me-" 

{We tried to bond it with different types of spiders from an experiment that may have created Spider-Man, so you can't really call us liars.} He added, cutting me off mid-sentence.

{The spiders were Stegodyphus dumicola, Caerostris darwini, Allocosa brasiliensis, and Pholcus phalangioides. To name a few. Even if all the spiders in the experiment were dead, it still was able to bond with them... Enough science talk now. Rejoice in the fact, that you may or may not be the first human to survive the bonding process.} He continued before I heard the speaker deactivating.

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[Sheryl Doser's POV]

After the speaker goes silent, I look at the Symbiont and see how it becomes faster and faster, like a moth seeing a bright light.

"No! No, don't let it touch me!" The boy screamed, fearing for his life.

'I- I'm sorry!' I apologize in my head. I closed my eyes while looking away, knowing from the former experiments what is soon to come.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHŋđħđŋđðđſæ«¢„"ŧ¶€¶ſ" He screamed in pain before it entered his mouth, making his screams of agony into something unrecognizable.

'Next, the lights are going to flicker.' I begin to list the 'normal' way this always goes in my head.

>pzz pzz<

>pzz pzz<

As I predicted, the lights started to flicker.

'Then, the ground is going to shake, and 'it' is going to make sounds, sounding similar to an ancient chant.' I continued stating the procedure.

"ł€æ¶€ŧħ€ſæµ€"

"ł€"øŧħħæŧ€ħ→µ"

"ł€"øŧħħæŧ€ſþ→ð€¶–µæ""

(For those brave enough to encode this, it is just keyboard + alt gr (; )

And again, the event unfolded as predicted.

'Lastly, everything is going to stop and he will be...' 

"Dead" I finish the thought out loud.

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[same time | Nels' POV]

As I look through the window, I can not trust my eyes.

"It- It suceded?!" I exclaimed out loud, questioning the reality before my eyes.

The boy who should be dead, like every other human that was bound to 'it', is standing there seemingly perfectly fine.

"It did. It did indeed." Mr. Osborn said with a grin wider than his face should be allowed to produce.

"We should probably get going now." Mr. Osborn said while turning around.

"Why? Everything is going according to plan." I asked, wanting to hear his reasoning.

"Because we saw everything that we needed to see." He answered in a joyful tone while opening the door.

"Are you coming?" He asked, expecting no answer.

{Me and Mr. Osborn are leaving! In our absence, you are to follow the orders of Dr. Doser!} I order through the speakers before following Mr. Osborn.

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[Sheryl Doser's POV]

"Phenomenal! His stats are off the charts!" I exclaimed in pure joy looking at the monitor.

"Open the dome for me!" I barked out, ordering the heavily armed guards.

As I walked into the dome, wearing the safety suit, the glass dome closed behind me. I made my way to the boy only to see that his pupils were nowhere to be found.

'What?' I asked myself wondering what happened.

>creak<

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Well, that was many POV changes!

Now a question to keep your mind going:

Why did Norman Oscorp react so weirdly to Peter's name?