Fics like The Friends of Mr. Spider

The strings wrapped him in their web, starting from his chest and twisting and fluttering around him. There were friends at the ends of these strings, Mr. Spider had told him as a child. He just had to follow the strings where they lead. There were victims at the ends of these strings, The Mother had told him. They would be delicious. With curiosity, Jon reached out and let the bright red string curl around his finger freely. The most beautiful, he thought. It tightened around him. In response, Jon gave it a gentle tug. Instantly, his vision was overtaken. Tea, made perfectly with milk and a dash of sugar and a lot of love. A deep, deep loneliness. A lie on a resume. White fog, dusty shelves full of documents, a sound like wet pasta. Fear, fear, fear. Jon’s face, all eight of his eyes open, gazing sharply at something behind him. Love, love, love. So much love. A gunshot. “Martin!” Jon gasped, coming to. “Who the hell is Martin?” Or: Jon doesn't escape Mr. Spider, and becomes a child avatar of the Web. This changes some things, but not others. Now complete!

Fics like The Friends of Mr. Spider

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