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It's been a while, so let's start from the beginning — again. His name is Miles Morales. He was bitten by a radioactive spider and for the last year and four months, he's been the one and only Spider-Man. Well, in his universe anyway.

But this isn't about him right now, there's someone else the multiverse needs to worry about right now; the Spot. Used to be a scientist at Alchemax, but you can take a guess at how that went. He is now a arched, lengthy man covered in black spots with white skin, doomed to stay this way for all time.

The Spot entered the convenient store where he spotted a man sitting in the counter covered by shelves of food and medic supplies, typing away on his computer not even sparing a glance at him.

"Excuse me, do you have, uh... an ATM machine?" The spot inquired.

The man signaled towards the back. "Yeah, right around here, in the back."

"Preferably not chained to the wall?" He added in low volume.

"What?" The man at the counter frowned in confusion.

"Nothing!"

Once the spot made it to the back, he crouched down at the ATM, putting his sunglasses back in place. He moved his sleeve up and pulled one of his holes off from his arms and onto the ATM. The hole grew which gave him space to put his hand through the machine which ended up reaching through the other side.

The spot frowned as he picked up a can of soda. "Oh! That's not right."

He continued reaching his hand through the hole, but it kept going into different directions. Finally, he made it inside where the money was stored, but ended up pulling half of it down outside the street, making a kid trip.

The store owner took notice in this and turned his attention to the back where he saw the Spot pushing the ATM through his hole. The man put on the facade of pretending everything was normal, slowly grabbing a bat from under the counter and slowly walking towards him.

"What you doing back there, man?"

"Nothing! Nothing, everything is — everything's cool, man!" The Spot replied, bouncing on the ATM. "Just forgot my PIN number!"

Lenny swung the bat at the Spot, but he was able to doge and ran away from him, knocking some items off the shelf in the process as Lenny began to chase him.

"Sir, please! Just let me rob you!" The Spot exclaimed.

He fell on the floor, trying to fight back as Lenny gripped onto his bat tightly. In the middle of this, Miles swung around, first at a case full of food and then to the microwave where he placed the beef patty to heat it up. Once he was ready to reveal his presence, he popped his head out of the ceiling.

"Why do people say ATM machine?" Miles wondered, gaining the Spot's attention. "The M stands for machine"

The Spot gasped, falling through one of his own holes with the ATM, causing a shelf to collapse. Miles swung down from the ceiling with his mask over his mouth.

"Hey, Lenny... how much do I owe you for this beef patty, man?" Miles asked.

Lenny grunted, trying to get out of one of the hole. "Spider, if you catch him, it's on the house, brother."

Miles pushed the Spot through his hole and to the other side of the isle. He took a bite of the beef patty where he finally met the clumsy figure in full form.

Miles frowned in confusion. "So, are you like a cow or a Dalmatian?"

"I am..." he pulled off his disguise and stood up in full form, presenting himself to Miles. "The Spot."

Miles chuckled, watching the Spot leaning against one of the shelves with a loaf of bread flowing out from a hole on his stomach and got out his phone.

"We meet again, Spider-Man," the Spot took a pause seeing Miles take out his phone. "Hey, you're gonna do this at our—"

"Sorry, just sending this to my girlfriend," Miles snapped a photo with a chuckle. "Hang on, she says — is he a cow or a Dalmatian? Reading my mind."

"Oh, this is funny to you?" The spot snapped.

Miles put his hands up. "Of course not." He then looked up in down at the black and white skin of the Spot. "So, is that a costume?"

"Unfortunately, for both of us, this is skin," he lifted up his stomach to show before lowering his town. "I'm from your past. One year ago..."

Before the spot could finish, Miles's phone buzzed with a message from his dad and ( Y/N ). The one from his dad was about a meeting with the guidance counselor for college. Rio and Jefferson want him to stay close to home, but Miles has other plans. Him and ( Y/N ) wanna go to Princeton since she can do photography and he can do all his multiverse shenanigans.

"Oh, come on!"

"Uh-oh. Well, this has been fun, um.." he then took a glance at ( Y/N )'s text. "Aww, she says love you."

Miles tapped on her message and went to typing. "Love you too... heart emoji."

"No, no, no! No, go ahead, take your call," The spot shrugged.

Miles shot two webs at him, causing the Spot to move backward. The Spot opened a portal which shot Miles's webs right back at him, causing him to stumble.

"This job is so dumb sometimes!" Miles muffled.

Miles stumbled out of the convenient store, failing to pull the web off his face, gaining attention of the other citizens around him.

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The chase between Miles and the Spot went all over the city. They ended up in a little neighborhood near a Mexican food place where a taxi was about to be tossed at a few pedestrians on the sidewalks. Miles shot two webs at it and stuck it to two buildings, landing right in front of the people.

Miles found the Spot on the sidewalk, giving him the opportunity to punch the Spot right in the face. His fist ended up going through one of his hole, getting him stuck.

Now it's time to catch you up on the past year and four months; Miles and ( Y/N ) helped aunt May move to Florida, he guest hosted Jeopardy. Endorsed baby powder — which lead to him apologizing for endorsing baby power, the video was filmed by ( Y/N ). Speaking of her, her and Miles started going out.

He also had to make another YouTube apology for a "mustache fail", which was pointless. Miles developed a new trick too, gotta put those electric powers to good use ( except for when he caused a blackout on the entire city once ).

Miles and the Spot were now on top of a bus. The Spot was throwing punches at Miles, who was dodging them as he read and replied to his dad's messages.

"You understand this is the fight of our lives, right?" The Spot questioned.

"Sorry, sorry."

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Finally, they ended up on top of a roof top near Visions. Miles shot webs all through his holes and tied him up, holding he wouldn't escape. He then swung as fast as he could to his room where Ganke was playing a video game with his feet up on a chair and his back resting on a comforter on his bed.

Miles swung through the window, landing with two legs down behind him, one hand down in front of him and the other holding onto the window outside. "Yo, what up man?"

"Umm, writing an essay," Ganke mumbled.

As Miles flew inside, he went up to the ceiling and to his bunk, pulling his Visions suit over his SpiderMan one and flying through the room as he tied his tie upside down. He swung down, pulling his gloves off.

"There's a bad guy on the roof of the Peterson building," Miles informed him. "Can you call the police?"

"I dunno. Sounds like a slippery slope,"

"Just this one time?"

"It starts with one call, then it's walkie talkies and synchronized watches... ( Y/N )'s real excited about the walkie talkies, by the way. Thanks for that—"

"One of her lovable qualities," Miles shrugged.

Once Miles closed the door behind him, Ganke continued his rant. "In a month, it'll be a spider signal... I'm not your guy in the chair!"

Before Miles left, he noticed something he saw while he was rushing out so he opened the door again. "Are those my Jordans?"

"I can't help it if we're the same size."