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Chapter 25: Fusion of the Two Spirits

"Good question..." it mumbled, thinking of what the answer could be. "I'm not sure. When Elise made her request she broke your very sense of being, your reality. So if I had to guess, your reality would need to be shakened - no, questioned- dramatically. Someone needs to ask you or tell you something that makes you question your rationale, your moral principals, every thing. How that would happen, I'm not sure," it explained to you.

Your head dropped down in defeat. Now you have a solution but no way to get someone from the outside to enact it. "Why are you telling me this when you know I can't do anything about it?" you asked. "Because you're pitiful, and seem to have no idea how any of this works. May aswell give you some kind of head start."

"Headstart? You're not gonna help me?"

Your reflection scoffed before starting to laugh and giggle. "Help you?! Why the hell would I do that? I've helped you enough already," it complained. "You prefer being split up? Wouldn't you rather just be one entity?"

"If we fuse back together then I don't exist anymore. It'll be all you. Cause you're such a goody-two shoes. I will be snuffed out like a candle flame, but you get to keep on living like nothing happened,"

"You'll still be part of me. I have my bad days, I'm not always good,"

"Please, you couldn't be bad if you tried,"

"I don't have to try, because sometimes I'm just a shitty person. If I see someone drop something I wont help them retrieve it. I don't donate to any charities, or give change to homeless people. I'll preach about saving the Earth or some shit but I'll never join a protest or do volunteer work. I'm really not that good. I try to be...but I'm not," you mumbled. Your reflection looked at you with skeptical eyes, but on the inside it new you were being sincere. "Hell I'm technically the reason all that happened. I'm the bad side, remember," it replied.

"And I guess that would make me the reason for all the good stuff we've done, but we still remember doing the opposite. If we fuse back together, it's not that we'll stop existing. The old Y/n - the good and bad version - will be back. We'll still exist within their subconscious, maybe that's all we need to be right now."

It looked at you sadly. And nodded it's head. "Damn I wish you weren't so damn reasonable. ...Whatever. Look I don't know how to give you back full control. As far as I can tell I can only give you back partial control of one body part. What's it gonna be?"

"...my head. Just like before, so I can talk to Peter," you replied. "Your wish is my command better half," it mumbled. "See you on the other side worse half," was the last thing you said. Your vision was engulfed in darkness as you closed your eyes. When you opened them, you were back in May's kitchen, sitting back in a chair. May and Peter were exactly where they were before. "Guys," you mumbled. "Guys! It's me! It's me! I'm sorry if I said anything dangerous to you but that was my worse half talking,"

Peter's eyes shifted towards you, his gaze laced with skepticism and confusion. "Your worse half?" he repeated. "No time to get into that! My mind is broken. In order for me to fuse my two halves back together, someone needs to tell me or ask me something that will make me question my reality," you hastily explained. "What?? What would that even be??" Peter asked.

"I-I don't know! But that's all I have, you guys have to help me out here," you cried. "Something to make them question their reality?" Peter mumbled to himself. "Okay uhmm...some very important things to me are uhh, books...comics, I love comics, and art, I like drawing. And uhh," your mind became scrambled as it tried listing everything you considered important to your identity. "Superheroes- OH SPIDER-MAN! Obviously, can't believe that wasn't the first thing I said."

"Spider-Man?" Peter thought to himself. A light flicked on in his brain. "I mean I'm obviously obsessed with him ha, you'd think that would be the first thing to come to my mind because he's such a core part of my reality and life and general happiness-" you rambled, being interrupted by Aunt May. "Y/n dear, if you could keep listing other things," she insisted.

"Right right right, sorry. Uh, well you guys obviously, are very important to me, I mean if you guys have some sort of secret about yourselves that would change my reality now is a great time to mention it!" you replied, the quick speed of your voice reflecting your nervousness and uncertainty of when you may lose control of it. "May I know what we have to do. What I have to do," he declared. "Well would you mind hurrying up!" you complained, watching as your hand moved out of your control.

"I don't think I have much time left." The three of you watched as your hand grabbed the knife from the table and began carving into the surface. "I think nows a good time to mention I don't have any control over my body," you informed them. "Ti...tim..." you said to yourself trying to figure out what it was trying to say. "Peter if you have something to say to me you'd better say it now," you mumbled, talking to Peter but staring at your hand. "Time...times." May mumbled. "I-I don't know I mean now that I think about it this may have serious repercussions, I might do more harm than good," Peter said.

"If you think that, then whatever information you have is probably our best bet!" you decided, urging him to spit out whatever he was holding back. "Y/n..." May whispered, pointing at the words on the table. You looked at her worriedly before looking down at the table. The words read, 'Time's Up'. You looked back up at them, watching them stare back at you. "Guys?" was the last thing you could utter before your vision was shrouded in darkness. When you opened your eyes again, you were back in the blank space.

"FUCK!!!"

May and Peter were no longer sitting with you. They were now sitting opposite your worse half. "Damn you guys are slow talkers," you said. "Y/n?" Peter uttered. You made a buzzer sound effect, mocking him. "Wrong. Nice try but you won't get rid of me that easy. Peter Parker. Can't do the simplest of tasks. You can't even save your own friend. I mean what are you good for other than screwing everything up you useless-"

"Shut up! Just...shut up. Y/n I don't know if you're still in there or if you can hear me, but you want a reality bending fact? I'll give you one," he started, looking into your eyes. He felt his heart beat quicken. Was he really about to do this? All he had to say was a few simple words but it felt like he was getting ready to jump off a plane. "...Shit, slowest talker award goes to Peter Pa-"

"Y/n! ...I'm Spider-Man."