TW: Swearing (well, not exactly but like just the word 'frigging' used in a hateful context) and talk of handling weapons (a gun specifically)
CW: Same as the other generated story, I didn't write it - I made it in a story generator.
~(-_-)~ dance party with Jeremy
Peter Parker was thinking about Doc Ock again. Doc was an intelligent tormented with short abs and skinny legs.
Peter walked over to the window and reflected on his cloudy surroundings. He had always loved busy Queens with its sore, slow skyscrapers. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel sleepy.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the intelligent figure of Doc Ock.
Peter gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a tall, chiselled, choccy milk drinker with wobbly abs and hairy legs. His friends saw him as a sore, slow saint. Once, he had even helped an unkempt kitten cross the road.
But not even a tall person who had once helped an unkempt kitten cross the road was prepared for what Doc had in-store today.
The sun shone like shouting kittens, making Peter violent. Peter grabbed a cute gun that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.
As Peter stepped outside and Doc came closer, he could see the ill glint in his eye.
"I am here because I want revenge," Doc bellowed, in a witty tone. He slammed his fist against Peter's chest, with the force of 6177 frogs. "I frigging hate you, Peter Parker."
Peter looked back, even more, violent and still fingering the cute gun. "Doc, get away from Queens," he replied.
They looked at each other with confident feelings, like two hushed, hilarious hamsters drinking at a very vile party, which had jazz music playing in the background and two clumsy uncles sitting to the beat.
Peter studied Doc's short abs and skinny legs. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, but I can't give you revenge," he explained, in pitying tones.
Doc looked confused, his body raw like a knobbly, kindhearted kettle.
Peter could actually hear Doc's body shatter into 714 pieces. Then the intelligent tormented hurried away into the distance.
Not even a drink of choccy milk would calm Peter's nerves tonight.
} = - ) - This is Jim. Pls don't bully him for his monobrow
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A/N:
Yeah I know I've already done one of these but I entered completely different things for fun and got this - so here you go. Yay! I know I have uploaded things between these generated story ones but I had to put them together as you see. I want to keep things with more than one part together (even though these ones aren't technically a 'series'). Again, this is the website I used: https://www.plot-generator.org.uk/story/ so use it as you please - I don't own the website.
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