(platonic)
your parents? disowned you. your friends? never talked to you. family? betrayed you.
Have you ever understood why no one liked you, was it because you said something? was it something you did? nothing you could think of what you possibly have done. maybe it was when you accidentally put curry powder in the cookies instead of nutmeg? so many thoughts pondered your mind as you walked the frigid streets of your home city. Your only friend that was still talking to you Sari, wanted to hang out with you. but that wasn't till later.
you wanted to visit the old abandoned warehouse that no one bothered to go to, you had been there so many times, and the local police let you get in there once every week between 10 am to 12 pm.
walking into the broken warehouse there is nothing but silence, placing your bag down, you opened a small container. Five small spiders crawled out; Peacock jumping spider. Peacock jumping spider, Mirror or sequinned spider, Brazilian wandering spider, Red-legged golden-orb-weaver spider, and a Wasp spider. Your grandfather brought you spiders from around the world, he was the only one who loved you on your family side, he ways said;
"you've always reminded me of your great grandmother, she always loved spiders, and she always thought that even the smallest of life desired chances of new life."
by the time you turned 8, you already had over 110 different spiders, and once that had become old enough you brought them here. the locals had difficult times with the number of bugs swarming in there during the summer, so you figured you're doing the city a solid.
the moment the movement a box caught your attention.
"W-whos there?!"
Two crimson eyes poked out from the darkness.
"So, your the one who's been putting all the spiders in here?" A sweet feminine voice spoke out
"yes, who are you?" you slowly spoke.
a metal-like spider creeped out of the darkness, with black and gold armour and purple skin. instead of coming in fear, you had stars in your eyes.
"my name is BlackAraicind, but you may call me Araicnid"
"wow... You are really Pretty! what kind of spider are you? you look like a widow spider, my grandpa has a bunch of tho-" before you could ask another question she lifted you up whispering;
"shh..." Arachnid spoke placing a finger on your mouth.
you're probably going to visit her more.
she treats you like her own child.
it's nice.
shes nice.
YOU ARE READING
Transformers x reader one-shots (Canceled)
Fanfictionyou know who it's it I do all types of one-shots just no bot to bot ships :) Now taking all genders because i have no request lol # 1 in idw
