Let’s Try This One More Time
Miles shot through the window, and began grabbing his things. “Hey Ganke, what did I miss?”
Ganke Lee looked up from his game, “Just another Spanish class.”
Miles cringed as he took off his mask, “Shoot, hope it wasn’t a test-”
“It was,” Ganke interrupted.
“What!?” Miles continued changing and talking “My mom’s gonna kill me!”
“Well, sorry. Wish I could do more to help.” Ganke shrugged and looked back at his game, “But at least when you are there you can do it pretty fast.”
“Of course, I know Spanish. I just had to learn two words, for Spain.” Miles rolled his eyes. “Just hope I don’t fail.”
“Hey,” Ganke paused his game, and pointed the controller at Miles, “can’t help being Spider-Man.” Ganke was shockingly chill with having the new Spider-Man as his roommate. Even at the start he was chill. The not chill phase lasted a single day. It was kind of surprising how quick he got over it.
Miles sighed, “God, this isn’t any good.”
Ganke looked at his controller again, “By the way, I saw something kinda weird yesterday.”
“Yesterday? Why didn’t-” Miles looked at his roommate again. “Right, sorry. We both have it. Yours is just a little worse.”
Ganke smiled while looking at his game, “It’s alright dude. Anyway, I saw some wire thing in some alleyway yesterday. Before you ask, I know it was wires because of the way it moved.”
“What do you mean by that?” Miles asked.
“Thought it was a snake but then I saw the shape of it.” Ganke absentmindedly explained while he played, “I have no idea what it was. So I thought it wouldn’t be a good idea to approach.”
“Sounds like a smart move. But what was it doing?” Miles grilled him, “Was it humanoid? How dangerous did it look? How exactly did it move?”
“Dude.” Ganke paused again to glare at him. “I don’t remember a lot of those things. Also, what have I told you about being the guy in the chair?”
“I’m not,” Miles was quickly interrupted, avoiding eye contact.
“It seems like you are.” Ganke chuckled, “You put too much faith in me.”
“I’m not trying-”
“I know, I know, you said you're not. It's probably from your dad being a cop.” Ganke looked at Miles, “I can give some descriptions, but not answer all of your questions.”
Miles rubbed his hands together, “Great, thank you.”
“But first,” his roommate gestured to Miles, “finish getting changed.”
Miles looked down, realizing he never finished getting out of his costume. “Uh…” he blushed, embarrassed, “I’ll get to that.”
Miles sat on the top bunk and watched Ganke play. “So, about that wire thing?”
“Okay. So, I have no clue what it was doing, but I think it went into the sewers. It looked humanoid at first, but then it kind of piled and slid into the sewer. It kind of… globbed?… and slithered—" Granke shrugged at Miles' confused face—" I have no idea how dangerous it was, if it was at all.” Ganke kept playing while explaining. “I don’t know what you can do with that information dude, but hope it helps some.”
Miles tilted his head, “Huh… Haven’t heard anything about that, surprisingly enough.” He jumped onto the ceiling, and kept watching Ganke play, “Thought my dad might have said something about it, but I dunno. Also, you missed a collectible.”
“Oh, thanks.” Ganke spotted it the moment Miles pointed it out, “Guess hanging upside down while playing can help in some ways.”
Miles shrugged. He already knew having other perspectives helped.
Now that he thought about it, there was a cold case that Miles was aware of. He scratched his chin. An old death, and disappearance. Locals from the scene were reported to have said a mass of snakes or wires (the reports conflicted on which it was) left the scene through the sewer. The suburbs of New York were on edge for a long time after, from what Miles heard at least. But the body from the scene was said to have vanished extremely quickly from the scene. Almost like it had just got up, and walked away. It didn’t make sense, which was why the case went cold.
“Any ideas?” Ganke said, “You’re making your ‘I’m thinking of some old case,’ face.”
Miles un-scrunched his face, “Huh? Oh, just some cold case from the eighties-”
Ganke paused again, “Hold on, the dang eighties !?!?”
Miles rolled his eyes, “It was released to the public. A long time ago too.”
“That’s not my point. You have a case file, in your head, from the eighties .” Ganke set down his controller, “I am chronically online. Not you. And I had no clue about that.”
Miles facepalmed right after Ganke mentioned how chronically online he was. He knew it, he has seen it, but that didn’t mean Miles didn’t also know about things online, even if he wasn’t like Ganke. He's enjoyed watching communities come together to solve things, so he knew that many times the internet had tried to come together to solve the case, but never succeeded. “I think there was one common thread between most of the case solving attempts. They lead back to some Freddy’s cases.”
“Oh man,” Ganke actually turned off his PlayStation, “haven’t heard of that in a while.”
Miles placed his forehead in his hands, “I don’t like thinking about it.”
“Does anyone?” Ganke pointed out, turning off the television, “It was a tragedy. Kids died, went missing, or had both happen. People just doing their jobs got brutalized by machine malfunctions.”
Miles chimed in, “And the bites.”
“And the bites.” Ganke moved onto his bed and sighed, “and the bites.”
Miles looked at the ceiling. Was he going to have to deal with the Freddy’s franchise? He didn’t want to deal with a corporation. A bit much to deal with anything like that this early into being Spider-Man. Let alone adding the death and disappearances connected to said franchise. With how much Fazbear Entertainment had dealt with, it was shocking that they were still in business. Let alone with locations sprawling across the nation. He couldn’t take that on.
On the other hand, if Miles exposed Fazbear entertainment, he could save lives across the country. But he didn’t know what he was dealing with.
A purple man stood in a dark alleyway. He held two papers in his hands, both related to Freddy’s. One an advertisement poster, and the other a job application. He looked at the ad… and glared. The purple man threw the poster on the ground, and stomped on it. He then pulled out a match, struck it, and dropped it onto the poster. Setting it ablaze, as he walked away, into the dark.