Sticky Fingers [Spiderman in the Anime world, an Anime-verse story]

I Died

I died. I don't know how, but I died.

It's really easy to decipher, seeing as how I'm nothing but a dotted orb floating in the endless darkness. Am I going to hell? I hope not. There's no internet there.

It's strange really, not knowing the reason behind your death. What makes it even more strange is the fact that I don't even remember who I was. Like, I don't even remember my name. It's confusing to a point that I don't even want to think about it.

So that's what I'd do, not think about it. What's the point? I'm dead anyway, it's not like I can change that if I somehow get my memories back.

"You're correct. It's stupid to think about it."

Hearing that voice coming from... I don't know man, it's coming from everywhere, I try to find the speaker. Thankfully, an average-looking boy, who appears to be 16 to 17 years old stood in front of me out of nowhere. There was no transportation, no magic, nada.

Is he a god?

"Ding! You are correct. I'm God." The young-looking god winked at me, a bright smile adorning his face.

'So you can hear my thoughts, cool.'

"Hm?" God put a hand on his chin, a thoughtful expression on his face, "You don't seem to be surprised by that, unlike some other humans who would start freaking out just by looking at me once."

I shrugged my shoulders, or at least I tried to, considering the lack of shoulders on my dotted body.

'What's the point to freak out? It's not like I wasn't expecting to meet you here. I'm dead, so I know there's going to be some sort of hearing, where you decide on where I should go based on my past life's actions.'

The young-looking God hummed, a slight smile on his face. I'm confused as to what he might be thinking right now, but I'm fine as long as I get to get reborn again. I don't want to go to heaven, nor do I want to go to hell.

Heaven seems like a cool place, but I'm not sure if I deserve to be there. It's better not to get my hopes up.

"You don't have any confidence in yourself, do you?" God asked, his smile shrinking a bit. I thought about what he said, before putting it in the back of my head.

'I don't know, maybe it's a trait from my past life.'

"Oh, you don't remember your last life."

'No, I don't.'

"That's strange. You shouldn't have forgotten who you were. At least, not yet." God came closer to me and grabbed me in his palms, his face coming dangerously close.

'Hey dude, hands to yourself. I don't swing that way.'

"Is this your attempt to crack a joke?" God asked, still holding me in place. "I'm going to be honest with you, it was terrible."

'Meh, blame my past self for that. I guess he had a terrible sense of humor.'

God chuckled, finally letting go of me. "You're weird. How come you remember your gender if you have forgotten everything about yourself?" He asked, a strange glint in his eye.

Now that he said it, I don't know. There are some things I still remember about my past life, like what my personality was like and my gender. But that's just coming back to me as I talk. It's a strange feeling.

"No use thinking about it now. Why don't we discuss what to do with you?"

I was broken out of my thoughts by God's voice, and the words he said made me give him my full attention. I hope my past self wasn't some evil egomaniac terrorist who wanted to end the world. I don't want to go to hell.