Spiderman into Spiderverse (Boondocks version)

Changes

Michael Caesar woke up one morning and decided to take a look at himself in the mirror. As he stood there, he realized that his body had undergone some significant changes overnight. He was taller and more muscular than he had ever been, with broad shoulders and toned abs. Intrigued, he decided to examine his new physique in more detail. As he looked down, he noticed that even inside his pants , he had grown in ways he never thought possible.
Ceasar (surprised ) woah!!!
His eyes widened as he realized just how physically capable he had become.

Little did he know that these changes were only the beginning and that much more was in store for him in the days to come.

Suddenly, Michael heard a knock at his door. It was his friend, Huey, who had come to see him.

"Hey man, what's up?" Huey asked.

"I don't really know," Michael replied. "I woke up this morning feeling different."

"Different? How so?" Huey asked, looking at Michael curiously.

"I don't know, man. I just feel...stronger. Like something inside me has changed."

Huey raised an eyebrow. "You mean like, physically stronger?"

Michael nodded. "Yeah. It's like I've become some kind of superhuman or something."

Huey laughed. "Dude, that's crazy. How do you even know that?"

Michael hesitated for a moment, then decided to show his friend. He flexed his muscles and lifted up his shirt, revealing his toned abs.

Huey's eyes widened. "Whoa, man. You really have changed."

Michael smiled. "I know, right? It's like a whole new world has opened up for me." I just woke up like this !!

Michael Caesar was excited to test his newfound strength, so he raised his hands up to the ceiling, intending to do some pull-ups. But as he did so, he was shocked to find that his hand had become stuck to the ceiling, as though glued in place.

He pulled with all his might, but he couldn't loosen his hand from the ceiling. That's when he noticed that, just above his hand, was a golden handprint that seemed to glow with an otherworldly energy.

"Whoa, what is this?" Michael muttered in disbelief.

Huey, who had been watching all along, was equally mystified. "What the hell is going on?"

"I don't know," Michael replied, "but I think I might have just stumbled onto something big."

As Riley walked into the room and saw Michael's hand stuck to the ceiling, he was taken aback. "Yo, what's going on, homie ?" he asked, staring up at Michael's hand.

But as he continued to speak, he suddenly stopped mid-sentence, eyes widening in disbelief. "Nigga...why you glowing ?" he blurted out, surprised at the golden aura emanating from Michael's handprint.
This nigga got taller then us .

Michael looked down at his hand, then back up at Huey and Riley. "I have no idea," he said, completely shocked at what was happening to him.

Huey, always the logical one, stepped forward and began inspecting Michael's hand. "This is crazy," he muttered, running his fingers over the glowing handprint. "I have no idea what this is, but it's definitely something special."

Michael looked up at the hole in the ceiling where his hand had been stuck just moments ago. He realized that he might be in trouble with his parents, since they were strict about keeping their home in perfect condition.

"Oh no, my parents are gonna kill me when they see this hole," he muttered, feeling the panic rising in his chest.

Huey put a reassuring hand on Michael's shoulder. "Don't worry about it," he said. "We'll figure out a way to fix it before they even notice."

Riley nodded in agreement. "That's right. We'll just say there was a spider or something up there and we had to knock it down."

Michael smiled, grateful for his friends' support. "Thanks, guys," he said. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

With their help, Michael was able to repair the ceiling before his parents even knew what had happened. This is wicked ."

Back in school .

Michael arrived at school wearing his usual jeans, but they now felt much tighter due to his recent growth.
The voices in his head were louder than ever, and he found it hard to concentrate on anything else. Ming Long Dou, the girl he had been trying to impress, walked by, and Michael decided to take Uncle Arron's advice and try touching her shoulder and saying 'hey.'

Michael approached her nervouly

Ming Long Dou turned around and was greeted by the sight of Michael Caesar, who seemed to be undergoing a rapid transformation before her very eyes. Suddenly, he walked  forward and grabbed her by the shoulder, only to find that his hand was stuck in place, unable to move.
"Hey !!!"

Ming Long Dou tried to pull away, but it was like Michael's hand was glued to her shoulder.
As she looked into his eyes, she could see a wild, almost feral look in them – something had definitely changed inside him.

As Michael's hand remained stuck in her hair, he suddenly had an idea. He knew he needed to get away from Ming Long Dou and figure out what was happening to him, but he couldn't just leave her there. So, without warning, he began spinning around, hoping to build up enough momentum to break free from the grip of whatever was holding him back. Ming Long Dou's eyes widened with fear as she saw Michael start to spin, and she cried out, "No, Caesar, don't do this!" But it was too late – Michael was already in motion.

As he spun around, Ming Long Dou swiftly slid along the ground and grabbed onto his leg. Then, with a quick and well-practiced move, she tossed him onto the ground with a loud thud. For a moment, everything was still. Then, the two of them heard a sickening crunching sound, and Michael's eyes widened in horror.

Later, in the nurse's office, they had to cut Ming Long Dou's hair to get Michael's hand free. The clippers hummed loudly as they buzzed through her tangled locks, leaving Michael to sit there in stunned silence, his mind racing as he tried to understand what he had become.  the nurse worked to cut away the tangled mess, something caught her eye. Michael's handprint was imprinted onto Ming Long Dou's hair, like a spider web etched into a surface. She couldn't believe what she was seeing – it was unlike anything she had ever seen before. The handprint seemed almost perfectly embedded into the strands of hair, creating a unique design reminiscent of Gwen Stacy's iconic haircut.

Michael watched in silence as the nurse continued her work, his mind still reeling from the events that had just taken place. He had never felt anything like this before – the power, the speed, the primal instincts that had taken over his body. He had so many questions, so many fears, and no idea where to turn for answers. As he sat there in stunned silence, he wondered if he would ever be the same again.

Michael looked over at Ming Long Dou and tried to speak, but his words caught in his throat. He could sense the anger and frustration radiating off of her, and he didn't blame her one bit. "Ming, I'm sorry," he managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't mean for any of this to happen to you."

Ming Long Dou didn't seem to soften at his words. "Are you good?" she asked, her voice laced with anger and irritation.

Michael shook his head. "No, I'm not good," he awkwardly went outside

Michael took a deep breath and stepped outside, hoping to clear his head and get some fresh air. But as soon as he left the building, he felt as if everyone's eyes were fixed on him. He could feel their gazes piercing through him, and he knew deep down that they had all seen him change in some way.

He turned around and saw that everyone was staring at him, some with looks of fear and others with curiosity. Michael felt as if he were on display, some kind of freak show exhibit   that everyone had come to gawk at.him also being tossed by a girl .

He tried to keep his head down and walk away, but the more he tried to hide, the more attention he seemed to attract. It was like a nightmare come to life, and he couldn't wake up from it.

As he walked home, head bowed and heart heavy, Michael knew that things would never be the same again. Whatever had happened to him, it had changed him in ways he couldn't even begin to imagine.