Three Spiders on the Same Screen (Not)

Carl mimicked Spider-Man's pose clumsily, swinging through buildings on webs. His movements were stiff but powerful, and with every leap, he could feel the wind rushing through his cheap cosplay costume, a chilling sensation seeping through the gaps in his body.

The changes brought on by consumption fascinated him—his mother's flesh and blood, the screams of the nerds from the comic book store, all transformed into power flowing through his veins. He could feel his muscles rearranging, his bones stretching, even the ability to decompose into a swarm of spiders at will, or contort into any face he had "digested."

And at this moment, the only thing that filled his mind was Peter Parker's hateful face.

That scrawny Peter, puffed up with pride after being bitten by a spider, actually dared to resist him, dared to make him worry.

"Bitten by a spider and you think you can resist me?" Carl grinned, tightening his grip on the web fluid, his cheap suit flapping in the wind. Dad was right, survival of the fittest was the only truth—those small guys were born to be stepping stones for the strong.

"It's time you learned who's boss, Parker."

And so, this clumsy Spider-Man began his prowl. He turned sharply in the air, his crimson lenses reflecting another figure swinging in the distance. Hah, what a conspicuous target.

Found you, Parker!

"We found Spider-Man!"

Inside a secret minivan on the other side, Quentin Beck spotted Spider-Man rushing back, but something seemed off. "This Spider-Man seems a bit off. He's changed back to his old costume."

Quentin, feeling that something was amiss, grew confused, and Chameleon only asked one question.

"Is Spider-Man swinging in the sky, or running on the ground?"

"He's floating in the sky..."

"Then it's him, he just changed back into his suit." Chameleon didn't seem to care. "Probably to distinguish himself from me. After all, we're wearing his current new suit and impersonating him, so he has to create some differentiation. But it doesn't matter, Spider-Man will soon fall into the abyss of death. Set up the projectors, Beck, it's time for us to get to work."

Chameleon said as he picked up his pistol. This time, he would eliminate Spider-Man once and for all.

Carl King landed quickly and looked at the fake Spider-Man in front of him. At this moment, he hadn't realized that the figure before him wasn't the real Spider-Man. On the contrary, the projection, which was originally just a projection, had been supplemented by Chameleon to interact, and the Spider-Man that appeared now was impersonated by Chameleon.

"Another imposter?" "Spider-Man" looked at Carl King, exclaiming in surprise, then made a gesture of exasperatedly holding his forehead. "Oh my god, I mean, hey, buddy, don't you have anything else to play with? You know I'm the real Spider-Man."

"You? You're just a complete bastard!"

Carl King clenched his fists and charged at Chameleon. Chameleon laughed, instantly pulled out his pistol, and fired a shot at Spider-Man's head. The bullet accurately pierced Spider-Man's skull. Then, Chameleon deactivated the projector and spoke in Spider-Man's voice and tone, "Sorry, pal, it's all over. Kingpin's plan wasn't even needed."

"It's all over!"

A sudden roar interrupted Chameleon. He turned to see Spider-Man's suit rapidly collapsing, and countless spiders swarming out towards him. After less than 0.1 seconds of thought, he immediately chose to flee, his eyes filled with extreme terror.

Damn it, why didn't anyone tell him that the so-called Spider-Man was this kind of thing?

After a short chase, Carl King realized that the spiders' speed was indeed inferior to humans. So, the swarm of spiders once again filled the cheap costume, restoring him to human form, and he began swinging on webs to chase Chameleon.

"What are you running from, huh? Aren't you Spider-Man? Why are you running? Hahahaha!"

Carl King, shouting arrogantly, chased after Chameleon. Chameleon, quick-witted, immediately darted into a construction site. There was no one inside, but hundreds of kilograms of explosives were buried there.

"Hey, damn detective, are your explosives ready? You have absolutely no idea what Spider-Man is."

Chameleon, panting, asked as he reached the ambush point. McDonald let out a cold laugh. He had said long ago that Spider-Man would come, but Chameleon hadn't listened. Now, look at him, he's in big trouble, isn't he?

"They've been ready for a long time. You should hurry and escape, or you'll die right in front of me."

Chameleon rested for a moment, found his escape route, and watched Spider-Man swing in. For some reason, the spider monster before him gave him a very strange feeling, but it didn't matter.

He had to die here today.

"Why aren't you running anymore, Spider-Man? Do you know you're doomed?"

"What? Doomed?" Chameleon felt happier playing Spider-Man than ever before. He leaped backward, his wingsuit unfolding for gliding. "That's for you, baby!"

A violent explosion instantly engulfed the entire building. First, the gas pipes in the basement erupted in blue flames, then the support beams snapped like dominoes. Every floor detonated, burned, and collapsed in rapid succession. Huge clouds of smoke billowed up, swallowing Carl's laughter and obscuring nearly half the sky. Thirty floors of buildings, carrying tens of thousands of tons of steel, crashed down, smashing into "Spider-Man" and burying it completely. Having accomplished all this, Chameleon, gliding in the sky, couldn't help but laugh heartily.

"I succeeded! I succe—"

A specially made bullet, accompanied by the sound of a gunshot, hit Chameleon in the sky. The unlucky fellow plummeted from the sky, crashing hard near the ruins.

And only then did Spider-Man, arriving late, land beside The Punisher. Peter had seen the rising smoke from afar and couldn't understand how things had gotten this way without him.

"Uh... what happened? How did it get like this already?"

If he hadn't received a call beforehand, The Punisher would have thought that the swarm of spiders was actually Spider-Man. He glanced at Peter indifferently and said nonchalantly.

"You should go down and see for yourself. Another freak who imitates you has appeared, and this time, it's a whole swarm of spiders imitating you."

Spider-Man, completely unable to understand what The Punisher was saying, once again used his new mask's movable eye function to display a vivid "What the hell are you talking about?" expression.

And above the ruins, Chameleon, still in his Spider-Man disguise, struggled to get up. The shot had luckily missed, and his suit had some protective function. He had somehow survived. Coughing up blood, he staggered, intending to leave.

Damn it, I need to find a safe house before Frank Castle finds me...

He heard a rustling sound. Chameleon turned and saw a large swarm of spiders crawling out of the building's ruins, slowly coalescing into a human shape.