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Dark.
It’s so dark.
He doesn’t know why. He knows he should.
Why is it so dark?
Where is he?
Footsteps.
Flick
Bright.
Too bright.
It’s too bright.
“Wakey, wakey, Паук!” A voice calls out.
Loud.
The voice is so loud.
There's a weight.
A weight on his head.
A warm hand on his head.
Паук leans into it. It’s so warm. Burning.
The hand curls and suddenly yanks.
Someone is screaming.
Паук is screaming.
He’s strapped to a chair.
His wrists are heavy. So are his ankles.
There’s something heavy around them.
There is metal in his mouth, between his teeth and tongue.
The chair starts to fall, fall back.
Паук screams again as he feels shocks going through his body.
Then it is dark. And Паук remembers nothing.
A sigh. His name. “Peter!” a high-pitched voice called out. “Wakey, wakey!”
Peter opens his eyes.
A brunette is standing over him. Aunt May, his brain registers.
Aunt May leaves the room.
Peter gets up and opens the attic. A red and blue suit fell.
Huh.
What a weird dream, Па–Peter thinks.