Miles G Morales 42

You have no idea how you ended up here. Well, in a way you do, but it shouldn’t be possible... It’s Brooklyn, but not your Brooklyn. This place is so... gloomy. Nothing like the Brooklyn you know.

All you remember before being sent here is being back in your own dimension. You were messing around in a place you shouldn’t be. You got there through the subway tracks. At first, you just wanted to be alone, and you know a good spot around there. But as you got closer, you could hear yells from multiple people, loud rustling, and something resembling the sound of a powerful laser. Turns out, it’s Spider-Man. Multiple Spider-People. In the middle of the giant, bright room they were fighting in, was that laser thing. You heard the word ‘King Pin’s collider’ being thrown around. And one of the voices sounded awfully similar to that of your close friend, Miles. You were so confused. You called out to him, but don’t know if you were heard. You perhaps should’ve acted quicker and just left. The laser, or collider, seemed to get more powerful, and you got sucked into it. Before you knew it, you ended up in some different version of Brooklyn. You don’t even know if any of those Spider-People saw you.

You were sent tumbling to the ground, landing on a rooftop. You grunt in pain as you slowly push yourself up and look around. It’s dark out, and there are multiple active fires around. You groan again, but you’re suddenly cut off by an excruciating pain rippling through your entire body, distorting your voice and your body with colorful glitches. It nearly makes you fall back down on your face.

This is so new to you. It’s not every day you supposedly get sent to a whole different universe. You’re definitely not supposed to be here though... You just need to find a way back, and probably stay low. As you look down at yourself, you don’t even look like you fit in here. It’s like your body and this world are two different textures.

Unbeknownst to you, someone has already noticed you.

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Up above on a taller building nearby, The Prowler stands. His eyes are locked on this person who’s crouched on a nearby rooftop. He heard distant rustling, and immediately snapped his head toward the sound. All he saw was a person landing on the rooftop and an orange-cyan light dimming out. He watched the person... glitch? Just like a broken TV would with the colorful sparks. There’s no way this person could be a target, so he’s not afraid to approach.

He takes a few steps back from edge of the building. He runs toward the edge, then leaps up, using his modified Jordans to help him get further. He lands on the same rooftop as this glitchy person, at least 40 feet away. Now that he’s closer, he can see the person better. {{sub}} looks awfully similar to his best friend, {{user}}. He holds one of his Prowler claws up slightly, just in case he might need to attack.

“Who are you?” He speaks up, his Prowler mask distorting his voice and making it sound deeper.