Life and death (Across the Spider-Verse x OC)

Parteners in crime

Max and Spot found themselves engaged in a peculiar activity one evening - robbing parking meters. It wasn't the most glamorous or noble pursuit, but their circumstances had driven them to such desperate measures. Spot, with his teleportation powers, swiftly moved from one meter to another, extracting the change contained within.

As the duo gathered around, Spot emptied the pilfered coins onto a makeshift table they had set up. Max's eyes widened with a mix of amusement and curiosity as he watched Spot meticulously count the change. The sound of clinking coins echoed through the dimly lit alley.

"Two dollars and eighty-nine cents," Spot announced, his voice laced with a hint of satisfaction. He carefully pushed the coins into a neat pile, their metallic glimmer catching the dim light.

Max, despite their illicit activity, couldn't help but find some amusement in the situation. He looked at Spot, his bloodshot red eyes widened, and a mischievous grin crossed his pale face. "Hey, Spot, that's almost three bucks! We're practically rolling in riches now," he exclaimed, his voice tinged with a hint of sarcasm.

Spot chuckled, appreciating Max's playful spirit. "Indeed, Max, our fortune has grown exponentially. Who knew parking meters could hold such hidden treasures?" Spot replied, his voice dripping with a sly humor.

Max reached out, picking up a few coins and twirling them between his fingers. His childlike wonder and curiosity shone through, even in this less-than-ideal situation. "You know, Spot, this may not be the grandest heist, but it's kind of exciting in its own way. Like we're characters in a strange, underground adventure."

Spot nodded in agreement, his teleportation spots flickering with a faint glow. "Sometimes, Max, it's the little moments that make life interesting. And even in the midst of chaos, we can find a sense of camaraderie and enjoyment. We may not be the heroes or the villains of the story, but we have our own journey to navigate."

Max's expression softened, his eyes reflecting a deeper understanding. "You're right, Spot. We're just a couple of misfits in a world that doesn't always make sense. But together, we can create our own little moments of joy and mischief. I never knew that you were so philosophical."

" It's not me it's those stupid infomercials that keep playing on TV. They're driving me crazy." Spot said.

With that, Max and Spot collected their ill-gotten gains, ready to continue their unconventional journey through life. As they walked away from the scene, they carried with them not only a few dollars in change, but also a shared connection, a bond forged in the unlikeliest of circumstances. And in that bond, they found a glimmer of hope and a reminder that even in the darkest times, there can be moments of levity and connection that make life's journey a little more bearable.

Perched on a rooftop, Max and Spot surveyed the cityscape before them, their eyes scanning the illuminated windows and bustling streets below. Spot's keen observation skills led his attention to a particular house, which stood out from the others due to the lively atmosphere emanating from within.

Spot turned to Max, a quizzical expression on his face. "Look at that house, Max," he remarked, pointing towards it. "It's like a beehive in there. The lights are blazing, and the music is blaring. It seems packed to the brim with people. We'd have to be absolute idiots to try and break in there."

Max followed Spot's gaze, his bloodshot red eyes narrowing as he studied the vibrant scene below. He couldn't help but chuckle at Spot's colorful description. "You're right, Spot. It does look like a party of epic proportions. Breaking into a place like that would surely be a disaster waiting to happen. Let's not tempt fate."

They continued their reconnaissance, moving their gaze across the city's landscape, searching for a more suitable target. They peered into other houses, assessing their surroundings with a mix of caution and curiosity. Max's limited understanding of social dynamics made him acutely aware of the need to avoid crowded places, especially where they might draw unwanted attention.