the amazing spider-duck(man) | QUACKNAP

surely climbing walls is normal.

quackity had been feeling weird. but the weirdest thing he's done yet is research. he googled radioactive spiders and what would happen if you got bitten by one.

of course all the first answers were scariest. google will always tell you that you are dying. finally he found a science website.

it had an introduction how the research was in hypothetical theories and that if something like that had really happened to seek medical help. of course quackity had considered this alternative but decided that doctors would then want to research him and he wasn't so fond of them studying him.

so he continued to read.

it talked about the side effects. fatigue, feeling faint, ultra senses, extreme sweat, emotional or stronger emotions in general, hunger, webbed feelings, the list continued.

from what quackity could tell he felt most of those. he had been sleeping more, he felt sick, he could smell his neighbors food more, he was very sweaty in the mornings, he laid in bed thinking about his feelings towards someone, he asked his mother to make him some more meatloaf and stop by next week (he used to hate her meatloaf), he felt as if his hands were webbed like a duck or something. those were the main things.

the website was a dead end though. the researcher had ended up passing away before finishing the article and in his dying wishes he asked for the website to be published unfinished for someone to one day finish it themselves. although it was bittersweet it was not helpful for quackity.

now he couldn't find out what was wrong with him.

he decided to walk to clear his head. he dressed warmly and walked out. he waved to his neighbors before starting his walk. there was a lot of traffic around which was weird considering not many people go out in winter.

he had to pass under a section on the sidewalk where people had been working, that was a bad idea considering a worker could drop something and it could hit someone.

quackity tried to quickly get through the area when he gets a weird tingly feeling, he looks up to see a large hammer coming his way. he quickly moved out of the way and watches as it crashed on the pavement.

the worker quickly climbed down the ladder and stared quackity in the eyes, "how did you know that was coming?"

quackity shuddered, "i-i didn't."

"well then good thing you looked. that could've been bad. i'm sorry."

quackity smiled, "you're all good, just be more careful. not everyone will be as lucky."

the worker nodded. quackity continued walking. now his mind was running. he's never had the best of luck and he's never gotten a intuitive feeling or stomach turn. so the tingly feeling was also new as well.

finally he arrived at a nice park. there was snow on the ground from the other day. he sat on a clear bench and relaxed himself.

he looked at his hand to see the redness had gone down. it hadn't hurt him anymore either. he looked around the rest of his hand to make sure he wasn't growing spider babies on himself; he wasn't.

he did different postures with his hand to feel pleased that his red hand was finally going away. he did a peace sign, a wave, and a rockstar pose— as he likes to call it.

when he did a large white goo went flying. it landed on a tree to create a large web. he gasped and put his hand to his mouth. he quickly removed his hand and stared at it.

"did i do that..?" he whispered to himself.

this time he aimed his hand pose toward the ground. another goo shot came out and landed on the grounded, again creating a web.

he stood and quickly walked home. he entered his garage and sat at his desk.

"what the fuck?!" he yelled.

his phone rang, he looked to see it was karl. he sighed and answered it.

"hi!" karl said.

"hey, sorry karl this isn't the best time."

karl made a noise, "everything okay?"

"yeah," quackity coughed, "just busy with some work."

"i thought you didn't like work, dork." karl laughed.

"well i don't— but i'm actually interested in this."

"hmm, well call me tonight so we can chat." karl hummed.

quackity blushed a little, "why do you always want to call at night?"

"it's comforting, like if we're sitting on a couch chatting together."

"why do you do this to me oh my god."

karl scoffs, "i want to go see you."

"when?" quackity asked, throwing webs at his old sweater.

"how about next week?" karl asked.

"i'll think about it karl. i have a lot going on."

"okay. let me know."

"will do." quackity ends the call.

he then sighs.

"karl and sapnap. i could never tell them about this.. they'd think— im crazy!" he cries to himself.

he goes on his google app on his app and searches spider traits. there was a list, always with the lists.

senses, webs, climbing, and hunting or fighting.

quackity then realized how he survived the hammer and why he can shoot rockstar webs. but he had a few more things to test out.

he walked to his empty wall and put his hands on it. he breathed deeply.

"i'm so fucking crazy for believing this shit."

he then starting in a moving motion as if he was crawling. his legs start to go up the wall and he's actually going up! he's breathing hardly, unsure if he's high on something or if he really has spider traits.

he jumps down onto a mat and lands on his feet and hand. he laughs.

"i'm a fucking spider-man!" he pauses, "yes— spider-man.. i'm spider-man!"

he sits on the mat and smiles brightly. he then stands up and runs to his chair. he grabs his phone and opens the google app. he googled superheroes. there was the fictional ones in the books.

but he always believed that they were real— somewhere.

"i'll save this city. become their hero." he whispers.

and surely he could. because quackity was spider-man,