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W̶o̶r̶d̶s̶ ̶i̶n̶ ̶b̶o̶l̶d̶ ̶a̶r̶e̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶i̶n̶d̶i̶c̶a̶t̶e̶ ̶w̶h̶i̶c̶h̶ ̶c̶h̶a̶r̶a̶c̶t̶e̶r̶ ̶i̶s̶ ̶s̶p̶e̶a̶k̶i̶n̶g̶.̶̶̶
U̶n̶d̶e̶r̶l̶i̶n̶e̶d̶ ̶t̶e̶x̶t̶ ̶a̶r̶e̶ ̶f̶o̶r̶ ̶e̶x̶p̶l̶a̶n̶a̶t̶i̶o̶n̶s̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶s̶i̶t̶u̶a̶t̶i̶o̶n̶s̶ ̶i̶n̶ ̶g̶e̶n̶e̶r̶a̶l̶.̶̶̶
*̶T̶e̶x̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶ ̶i̶t̶a̶l̶i̶c̶s̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶b̶e̶t̶w̶e̶e̶n̶ ̶a̶s̶t̶e̶r̶i̶s̶k̶s̶ ̶i̶s̶ ̶f̶o̶r̶ ̶a̶c̶t̶i̶o̶n̶s̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶t̶h̶o̶u̶g̶h̶t̶s̶*̶.̶̶̶
-̶-̶-̶ ̶T̶h̶e̶ ̶u̶s̶e̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶m̶i̶d̶s̶c̶r̶i̶p̶t̶ ̶i̶s̶ ̶f̶o̶r̶ ̶s̶c̶e̶n̶e̶ ̶c̶h̶a̶n̶g̶e̶ ̶o̶r̶ ̶t̶i̶m̶e̶ ̶c̶h̶a̶n̶g̶e̶s̶.̶ ̶
-̶-̶-̶̶̶(̶T̶h̶e̶ ̶u̶s̶e̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶i̶n̶ ̶p̶a̶r̶e̶n̶t̶h̶e̶s̶e̶s̶ ̶i̶s̶ ̶f̶o̶r̶ ̶c̶l̶a̶r̶i̶f̶i̶c̶a̶t̶i̶o̶n̶ ̶w̶i̶t̶h̶i̶n̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶t̶e̶x̶t̶s̶)̶̶̶
¿̶¿̶¿̶/̶/̶T̶h̶e̶ ̶u̶s̶e̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶d̶i̶a̶g̶o̶n̶a̶l̶s̶ ̶i̶s̶ ̶f̶o̶r̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶n̶a̶r̶r̶a̶t̶o̶r̶/̶/̶?̶?̶?̶
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--- This happens at the same time as the events of that spider...---
Narrator? JA// Yes, of course...
Weeeell
Someone has to have the initiative
Don't you think?
Norman Osborn...
The infamous Green Goblin.
The inclement
The Life-Taker
The dreambreaker
Now turned into a hero?
HAHAHAHA HAAAA
What a joke in bad taste.
Seriously? After all....
Can he fly back and forth saving lives?
Just because it got good...
Or did they force him to be good?
Since they took a part of it.
They took away his malice
They took away his sins
What He made Himself be.
Simply ridiculous.
¿Who comes up with these things?
It's like taking away a snake's venom.
An important element of its nature.
For its correct operation.
In fact, everyone is a snake
They all have their poison.
Some more powerful than others.
Some deny it and others do not.
Some use it and others do not.
But in the end....
They all have poison...
Now, I can give it back to you.
Norman: Who are you or what are you...
Norman was confused, the last thing he knew was that he went home to sleep like he did every day and now he was in the middle of a cold and broken forest.
Norman: ¿Are you narrating?
Hehehe confusion in someone like him, it's quite gratifying.
Someone like him... now...
-------------- Night 2 ---------------
Once again we are here, how do you feel Norman?
Scared?
Fearful?
Intrigued?
The anxious...
Norman: None, just annoying, since everything you try isn't going to work.
We'll see hehe
--- Night 3 ---
Norman: You're sick
That's the genius idea
I do what I want, when I want
Altering life so that they lose faith in it.
Which is working, although very slowly.
I'm going to do it even with the interference of those spiders
Norman: Wait, this is about Spider-Man?
There are things happening without you even realizing it.
--- Night 4 ---
You know you want them back, after all... They are yours by right
Norman: I refuse, those things must be forgotten.
Where do you think we are? Even forgetfulness knows that they shouldn't be here
And, besides, if you refuse so much, why haven't you said anything to anyone?
Norman: ...
That's what I thought
------------ Night 5, and this lasted longer than required ---------
You know how this will end Norman, you're just delaying what will eventually happen.
So don't keep your little brothers waiting, they're very... eager to play with you at the command.
Norman: Well, they'll keep waiting.
--- Night 6 ---
Now you're a nobody Norman, pretending to be something you're not, but still keeping the name you hate so much now. That is only done by those who are nothing by themselves.
Norman: the king who has nothing says it
Heh, that's what you think.
I'm more than you think.
--- Night 7 ---
Norman: If you try again to convince me to return my sins, forget it, you're just wasting your time
I'm not trying to convince you, I'm just entertaining myself with the charade
Norman: Wait... your...
I impose what I want, and even more so when the good imposed something at the wrong time.
Now I'll do the same.
He proceeds to take out Norman's sins and add a bit of his essence to them.
Norman: No, no, no, No, NOOOO...
Become my Ultimate Goblin.
--- Night 8 ---
Hehe, better?
Norman: Hahaha Better than ever... DAMN BASTARD, AH, you haven't even told me anything relevant about you.
Hmm, I see you're grieving, it'll pass, it always happens.
And answering your question, the simplest way to call me is...
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Things are already moving.
How I long to recover my former glory.
When life always hung by a thread.
When every day was a struggle for survival.
When immorality was law.
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But until that day comes.
They will be able to sleep peacefully.
Because sooner rather than later
They will never do it again.
Bye...........
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