On his way back to mafia with cinnamon in hand Wendell felt a profound joy. Finally he was doing something to get Angela's attention.

Down the hall he heard VINNY!!! A crash of some kind and "THIS CANNOT BE HAPPENING!!".Wow she is really broken up about this cinnamon, she might be so appreciative that she'll give me a kiss.

While Wendell dreamed of that future encounter there was a conflicting smell permeating the air. Red Baccarat perfume mixed with an odd metallic scent.

As he approached the open doorway he singsonged , "Aaaaangelaa guess what I got?"

*****

Meanwhile at that exact moment Kurt was pacing back and forth nervously in his home office. Updating his Wattpad page incessantly hoping for likes on his stories.

When the screen refresh a curious message popped up on his feed from PatiahLicious "{Dude I don't what your name is, Maurice has an urgent message: REWRITE YOUR ENDING!! KAAZAAM WILL BE DESTROYED IF YOU DON'T!!! HURRY!!!}

Kurt was stunned, it can't be... can it? He raced over to his desk, logged on to his laptop and began typing furiously.

*****

As Wendell entered mafia he was struck immediately with a panic attack. What his eyes were witnessing was not conducive to reality. A gigantic spider almost 2 meters tall. Whose mere presence was absorbing the light surrounding it as its body wavered visually.

It was holding Angela aloft by her hair, she was thrashing and kicking her legs. She did not scream because her mouth was covered in black webbing. She had a terrified, pleading look in her eyes, begging him to do...something. At that moment Wendell realized that was the first time she actually looked at him and not through him.

"STOP!!! LET HER GO!!! I'LL DO WHATEVER YOU WANT!!!" Wendell shouted with an authority that he never knew he possessed.

The blue one spoke, "oh! Look who it is, our overachiever. Well it looks like you are a tad bit too late" he snapped his fingers. Accompanying it was a grating sound of bones being severed.

 Angela's body slumped to the ground with an ever expanding pool of blood. Blood that was still gushing from the place where  her head should have been.

Blind rage filled Wendell at the sight of Angela's demise and he lunged himself screaming at the shadow spider. It turned suddenly and sunk its long fangs deep into Wendell's chest.

Time slowed....uunce ...Wendell could feel the poison enter his body...Uunce his vision began to blur... uunce in his periphery images were a chaotic jumble...uunce... various scenes flashed into view ... uunce... some in fast forward, some in reverse. They began to over lap, superimpose themselves onto each other....uunce... Angela's terrified eyes melded with a concern mother's. Both bodies slump to the ground/deck in a pool of crimson blood.

Two voices synchronized but discordant as if warped by the fabric of reality itself. Screaming MAMA!!!/ANGELA as one voice.

In both stood that blue figure watching, inquisitively cocking his head like a puppy would. Wearing a wry toothy smile. The vision flickered then was gone, swallowed by an all encompassing darkness.

*****

After typing furiously for an indeterminable amount of time Kurt collapsed, completely drained. Several hours later when he regained consciousness he looked at the screen. He became chagrined upon seeing the result.

OH MY GOD! WHAT HAVE I DONE?