GhettiMan: The first noodle

3. The suit, and training

Heather had been asleep for a couple hours when he finally woke up. He stretched a bit and stood up. Heather smiled when he saw the sauce stain on the wall. "So it wasn't a dream" he whispered. "I am Ghettiman! The greatest of them all!" Heather said and he laughed a little. It looked like he forgot his uncle died. It was better this way, he was happy now. Heather grabbed the Spider-Man suit he bought yesterday. He printed a spaghetti plate on a piece of fabric and sewed it on the spider. Heather made the mask look like a spaghetti plate with eyes.

After 2 hours he was done. Heather looked at the suit, he was proud. "So, let's try it on" Heather smiled. He grabbed the suit and tried it on. It fitted perfectly, like it was made for him. He looked in the mirror and made a few poses. "I am going to be the best superhero of all time!". He walked towards the window, opened it and made a noodle appear so he could climb down easily. He needed to train, he must train! Otherwise he could be the best superhero of all time! Better then Superman, then Spider-Man, then Ironman, even better then Batman!

Heather used the noodle to climb down. After a minute he stood on the ground. He still wore the suit. Heather started shooting spaghetti and spaghetti sauce everywhere. He was getting better and better. All of the sudden Heather got a great idea. "I'm going to give everyone spaghetti! So they don't have to starve anymore!" He said and he walked towards a building with homeless people. While walking there people stared at him, he was wearing a weird suit after all. "Hey weirdo!" Someone said. Heather turned around and smiled at the man, but the man couldn't see that because of his mask. "Hello!" He said. "What are you doing?" The man said and he started walking towards Heather. "I'm going to the homeless people to give them spaghetti!" Heather said. The man nodded. "Well, I can't let you do that" the man smiled an evil smile. Heather frowned. "Well, okay" he said and he shot spaghetti sauce at the man. "Ah! My eyes! It's in my eyes!" The man yelled and he fell on the ground. Heather walked away, he continued walking towards the homeless people.

After 15 minutes, he arrived. "Hello homeless people! It's me, your savior! Ghettiman!" Heather said. Almost all the homeless people glared at him. One girl smiled, she didn't look very homeless. She wore a dark blue jeans and a white t-shirt with orange sleeves. Her brown hair looked very nice and fitted perfectly with her hazel eyes. Maybe she helped them! Maybe she was a rich girl who gave money to the poor!

"Hello, my name is Paige" the girl said. I waved. "Do you have any plates?" Heather asked. "Yes, wait a second" Paige said and she started looking in a cabinet. She grabbed a few paper plates. "Here" she said while handing them to Heather. "Thank you" Heather said and he bowed. "You're welcome" she said and giggled a bit. Heather let spaghetti appear on every plate. Everyone looked at him in awe. "How did you do that?" A homeless man said. "Magic" Heather replied. The man laughed. "I don't know how you did it, but thanks anyway" another man said and he smiled warmly at Heather. "Thank you, but you let way more food appear then we need" Paige said. "You let 25 plates fill with spaghetti, but there are 17 people here" she continued. Heather nodded. "Well, then we'll eat a plate, and maybe some people want two plates" He said. The homeless people had started eating the food by now. Paige nodded. "I'll eat a plate" she said. "I LOVE spaghetti, but my sister hates my cooking. I always burn things, and she just gets a hamburger from the bar next doors". "You share a house with your sister and parents?" Heather asked. "No, only my sister. But she's 'working' a lot" Paige answers. "What do you mean with 'working'?". "Just taking to many breaks, things like that". Heather nodded. Paige smiled again. "Bon appetit" she said. Heather nodded again and watched Paige eat the spaghetti.

Then, she started coughing, and coughing, and coughing. She wouldn't stop coughing. All the homeless people looked at her. They couldn't do anything, they didn't know how. Heather looked at her in horror when he saw she was turning a little purple from the lack of oxygen. Eventually she stopped coughing and fell on the floor. Everyone gasped. Heather felt her pulse.

Nothing, she was dead...

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