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My name is (first), I was created from a plea of cries. Wishes that are wished to be granted is my job to configure. If it's a small wish like getting into a college or win a new car, the chances are 50-50. One cannot be in poverty and suddenly have a bundle of cash. No that would disrupt the balance of things.
For the first time in my everlasting life, I saw a was a wish so demanded. It traveled across galaxies and dimensions. And even the the strength to waken me from my monotone state. Of course this took my interest almost immediately. So I decided to be up close to earth this time. It seemed the more reasonable choice.
Every step I got closer to the granter, our connection got stronger. I could even sense his heart rate. His memories was a subject I'll review later, his sanity levels were slowly dropping. His emotions were filled with despair, anger, regret, aggressiveness and of course desperation.
All this walking was getting annoying, so I flew my way there. As if I was submerged in water, I floated next to the large windows of my granter'a home. There stood a young man, smashing plates and glass cups everywhere. He looked very crazed and dying. His hand seemed to change into a green shade.
Harry Osborn
Was his name, he was dying from a disease carried from his genes. He didn't want to die...
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DONT OWN CELESTIAL METHOD AND SPIDERMAN
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Random(Harry Osborn x Reader) (Spider-Man X Celestial Method) I DINT OWN ANYTHANGGGGGG Maybe there will be a lemon, maybe not ;3
