Chasing Ghosts / Hobie Brown x Reader (Oc)

Chasing Ghosts (Chapter 1)

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Prolog

Sleep thru Ur alarms

It's a late night. Raindrops drum against the windowpane while the room is illuminated with a dim light. Its oddly Relaxing. like the calm before the storm.
I sip on my Camomile tea while I sit on the right side of my bed. It makes a small qreak with every movement.

One last sip and the cup is empty. I put it next to my full ashtray on my bedside table, lay down in my bed and pull the blanket up to my shoulders.

If I died today, i wouldnt mind.. not at all. Before I close my eyes I check my phone and if all of my Alarms are Set on for tomorrow. And then, I quickly fall asleep.

Today was not a good day, at least not physically, but mentally. Being Spider-Woman has its dark sides, especially when you can't save an innocent civilian. You blame yourself when they jump of the roof to end their Life, because you couldnt safe them, since you werent there fast enough even though you swore to yourself You'll never let a life slip through your fingers again...but then it happens. Thoughts that go like Bullets through your head before you can sleep.

Next day

the next morning I jump awake as if from a nightmare. I look around, something feels odd. Different and not right. I look to my side and the cup is gone and my ashtray is empty.
How weird. I could have sworn I left it there. I look at my phone. Its way too late, I slept through my Alarms. how strange, that has never happened to me before that I turned them off in my sleep, especially since I always had a weak sleep.

Man i'm losing my head.

I live alone, all by myself, so it must have been me who put it away. Maybe I just forgot.

Getting dressed in my usual punk-gothic clothes and doing my morning Routine like everyday..
But I notice a difference while looking in the mirror.
That there in the reflection... that isnt me.
I move my hand to touch my face. My long thin fingers tracing my own skin. The person inside the mirror doing the exact movements like me.

Maybe that is me after all?
Then why don't I recognize myself?
I feel like a stranger..

I leave the apartment after my morning routine. For once, the large stairwell doesn't smell like cigarettes and piss.
...how odd, the walls look somewhat cleaner, the bad graffiti looking decent and the depressing Vibe is replaced with something else....whatever it is, I prefer it over the other.

Outside everything seems to be the same as always, the cars race along the main road way too fast without any care.
At least something didnt change.

I check my phone and scroll though the last chat my friend and me had before she passed.
I told her I wish I were dead. But now i'm the one alive and she isnt. I got away with an broken arm and she lost her life. Because of me.

Whatever, I just shake my head and the thought off me while I wander aimlessly through the streets like a lost soul.

I look up, when suddenly I hear a noise and see a weird portal open.

"What the fuck." I mumble under my breath. Nobody but me seems to notice it.
A huge man with a (for my taste) way too tight spider-man suit comes out of it. I need to jerk my head a little back to look at him because - holy shit he is tall.
What did they feed him?

Unfazed I cross my arms in front of my chest.
"Spider-Skull." He says and glances at me.
I narrow my eyes and stare at him back, tilting my head to the side.
"And you are?"
"Spiderman 2099." He introduces himself, he has a hint of  a spanish accent.