Side chapter: Another Side of the stories

Norman Osborn's stern demeanor intensified as he addressed his assembled guards, his tone brooking no room for error. "Don't tell anyone that Octavius escaped," he commanded, his voice echoing with authority.

The guards, standing at attention, responded in unison, their voices a unified affirmation of obedience. "Sir, yes, sir!" they chorused, their loyalty unwavering.

Norman nodded in satisfaction, his demeanor cool and composed. "Good," he acknowledged. "Now that you understand the task at hand, proceed with searching for Octavius's whereabouts."

With a sense of urgency, the guards dispersed, each tasked with the crucial mission of locating the escaped Octavius. Norman watched them go, his mind already turning to the next steps in his meticulously planned strategy. In the high-stakes game of power and deception, secrecy was paramount, and Norman Osborn was determined to maintain control at any cost.

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[Meanwhile Dr Octavius]

As Dr. Octavius and Chameleon stood within the dimly lit confines of the base, the tension in the air was palpable. Dr. Octavius's voice trembled with a mixture of desperation and frustration as he implored Chameleon for assistance.

"You said you could help me," Dr. Octavius muttered, his words echoing off the cold, stone walls of the basement.

Chameleon's gaze narrowed slightly as he regarded Dr. Octavius with a cool detachment. "Yes, I can," he replied cryptically, his tone carrying a hint of amusement.

Dr. Octavius clenched his fists, his patience wearing thin. "Hurry up! Before my sanity slips away completely," he snapped, his voice tinged with desperation.

"Relax, Doctor," Chameleon reassured, his voice oozing confidence. "I promise, you'll get what you want soon." He stepped towards Dr. Octavius with calculated precision, his eyes shining with a cunning determination.

"Let's start with what's bothering you," Chameleon said softly. "All those memories and the pain you've been through, they're messing with your head, right?"

Dr. Octavius nodded, his brow furrowed with frustration. "Yes, the memories... They torment me, haunt me," he confessed, his voice tinged with anguish.

Chameleon's smirk widened as he leaned in closer to Dr. Octavius, his eyes glinting with a predatory gleam. "You want to know who's responsible for your suffering, Doctor?" he whispered, his voice laced with malice.

Dr. Octavius nodded eagerly, his eyes wide with desperation. "Yes, tell me," he demanded, his voice trembling with anticipation.

Chameleon's grin grew wider as he reveled in Dr. Octavius's vulnerability. "It's Spider-Man," he declared, his tone dripping with venom. "He's the one who's been tormenting you, driving you to the brink of madness."

Chameleon's words struck a nerve within Dr. Octavius, stirring up a whirlwind of emotions. "Bullshit!" he spat, his voice raw with anger and pain as he clutched his head in agony. The memories of that fateful day at Oscorp flooded his mind, each one a painful reminder of his tragic transformation. It felt like the tentacles were going crazy, flailing around and causing chaos as they struck out uncontrollably.

As the chaos escalated, the tentacles appeared to gain a mind of their own, rampaging and wreaking havoc with each passing moment. Amidst the turmoil, Chameleon's voice pierced through the chaos, his words like poison penetrating Dr. Octavius's vulnerable mind.

Chameleon's voice echoed through the chaos, dripping with malice as he skillfully dodged the thrashing tentacles. "You know deep down it's Spider-Man's fault," he taunted, his words cutting through the turmoil. "He failed to save you, abandoned you when you needed him the most. That's why you're here, isn't it? Because of him."

Dr. Octavius gritted his teeth, his fists clenching as he struggled to maintain control. The memories and the pain threatened to overwhelm him, yet somewhere deep within, a seed of doubt began to take root.

"It's not true!" Dr. Octavius protested, his voice strained with anguish. "Spider-Man wouldn't abandon me... He couldn't have..."

But Chameleon's insidious words continued to worm their way into his mind, clouding his judgment and sowing seeds of doubt. "Wake up to reality, Doctor," Chameleon urged, his tone laced with contempt. "Spider-Man didn't save you. He stood by and watched as you were consumed by your own creation."

As the darkness surrounded him, Dr. Octavius felt like he was losing his grip on reality. Truth and lies battled in his mind, while the tentacles thrashed wildly, adding to his confusion and fear. He didn't know what to believe anymore, and it felt like he was teetering on the edge of madness. Chameleon's words cut deep, making everything even more confusing. With each moment, Dr. Octavius felt himself slipping further into despair. Then Chameleon seized the opportunity to further manipulate the broken man before him, pushing him ever closer to the brink of madness.

[Meanwhile Fantastic 4]

Meanwhile, in another part of New York City, chaos erupted as four mutants wreaked havoc, their powers causing destruction and panic among the citizens. Buildings trembled, cars were overturned, and the air was filled with the sounds of mayhem. The situation quickly escalated, drawing the attention of the Fantastic Four.

As their iconic Fantasticar descended upon the scene, Reed Richards, also known as Mr. Fantastic, surveyed the chaos below. His mind raced, formulating a strategy to neutralize the threat posed by the mutants.

"Human Torch, on your mark. Get ready on your position," Reed Richards instructed, his voice steady and commanding.

"Okay, Stretch, I'm ready," the Human Torch responded, his fiery energy crackling with anticipation.

Reed turned his attention to the Thing, his rugged teammate ready for battle. "Are you ready on your side?"

The Thing clenched his fists, his determination is showing in his gaze. "I'm ready!" he declared, his voice gruff with resolve.

With his team prepared for the impending confrontation, Reed nodded in approval before turning to his wife, Susan Storm.

"Are you ready, Susan, to fight these four mutants?" he asked, concern etched in his voice.

Susan met her husband's gaze with steely determination. "I'm ready, babe. I'll sneak behind them. Just you wait," she assured him, a hint of confidence in her voice.

With their plan in place and their resolve unwavering, the Fantastic Four prepared to take on the formidable foes threatening their city, united in their mission to protect the people of New York from harm.

[Doc Octavius]

After Chameleon's persistent persuasion that feels like an hours, Dr. Octavius became overwhelmed with emotions. Doubt and resentment clouded his mind, and every memory that came back made him more convinced that Spider-Man caused his suffering.

Clutching his head in agony, Dr. Octavius screamed in torment, the weight of his anguish bearing down upon him like a suffocating blanket. The memories of his tragic transformation, the pain of his loss, all seemed to converge into a singular, overwhelming truth: Spider-Man had failed him.

Then With that the seed of doubt planted by Chameleon took root within his mind, fueling his growing resentment towards the masked vigilante who had inadvertently caused his downfall.

"Yes..." he muttered through clenched teeth, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's his fault... Spider-Man Red will pay for what he's done to me."

With growing anger, Dr. Octavius focused on getting revenge against Spider-Man Red. Chameleon's words fueled this desire, leading him to plot how to make Spider-Man Red pay for what he believed was justice.

Meanwhile Kraven

Kraven sat over the lifeless bodies of two lions, tearing into their flesh with primal ferocity. The taste of the hunt made him feel powerful, each bite a reminder of his dominance over nature. As he savored his meal, his thoughts turned to his next target.

Kraven the Hunter thrived on the thrill of pursuing formidable prey. He heard the deal about Chameleon that both the Legendary Spider-Man and Spider-Man Red would be his target this time stirred an excitement deep within him. The mere thought of such a confrontation ignited his competitive spirit.

"I hope this duo is stronger," Kraven mused aloud, wiping the blood from his mouth. "After all, I crave a strong opponent."

Kraven's gaze drifted to the distant horizon, where he imagined the epic battle to come. The thought of testing his skills against two famous heroes excited him. He longed for the challenge, the ultimate test of his abilities.

"Time to hunt," Kraven declared with a smirk, rising to his feet. The thrill of the chase and the promise of a legendary battle fueled his every step.

End of the Side chapter