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Uncle Ben was making pancakes. The loud sound of the butter melting on the pan filled the kitchen. A younger Peter jumped happily to sit at the table.

"Uncle Ben!" He shouted. "I had a very good dream!"

"Now did you?" A very non Uncle Ben voice asked. Peter realized this and stiffened at the voice.

The man turned around with an evil smile. This was not uncle Ben.

"Mister!" Peters young voice cried out in fear. "The stove!"

The man turned around to see the stove producing flames,he continued to crank up the stoves heat higher. The once comforting sound of the butter became a sound of rushing lava. Hot melted butter was coating the floors and was becoming higher. The man didn't even seem concerned his flesh was melting and mixing in with the butters pale yellow.

Peter now older scrambled onto the table as the butters volume raised. A hand came out of the blood polluted butter in a jerking motion. The hand proceeded to latch onto Peters leg.

It was uncle Bens hand. Peter could hear Bens voice. Peter could feel the hand of the fleshless man choking him. Peter could feel someone shaking his shoulders. Peter could hear Aunt Mays bones breaking.Peter could -a feeling of cold water against his face created steam when thrown against the hot murky air from the dream,no, nightmare.

From the steam Peter awoke seeing the concerned faces of his room mates.

"Told you it would work." Sam smugly told Luke.

Luke just sighed deeply. The two left seeming to already be ready for the school they attend. Peter started taking deep breaths.A method he learned from Ms.Pye.Trying to recollect himself from what he saw in the world of sleep.

"My friend." A voice started disrupting Peters breathing. Peter calmed down once he realized it was just Danny. Peter directed his attention to his foster sibling to let him know he's listening.

"What you may have seen was frightful last night, don't let that keep you from attempting a path." Danny informed cryptically as always.

Peter signed a quick thanks even though he'll never understand what Danny talks about.

After Peter left the room Danny got onto the computer the boys all share.

Danny typed in "What does it mean to dream of butter?" into the search bar.

100,000,000 results

"I can be a little bit late to school." Danny told himself.

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Peter watched as all his house members got off the bus at a different school. Since he got to Midtown on a scholarship they decided it would be best for him to keep it. Which means the people who he basically is forced to "get to know" aren't even friends with him at school.

Peter smiled to himself. "I do have friends now so no need to be upset about that anymore." He reminded himself.

"Hey what are you smiling about?" Felicia Hardy,a troublemaker,asked. Peter just rolled his eyes. Darn Harry and M.J are rubbing off on him.

"Fine,keep it to your self." Felicia told him as she continued to get off the bus. Soon the bus pulled out back onto the road and he watched his foster siblings get smaller and smaller.

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  When the bus approached Midtown instead of watching people he considers strangers get smaller and smaller he watched people he sees as friends get bigger and bigger.

   Ned eagerly waved from the sidewalk as the bus pulled up.

    He expected M.J to be reading a book as per usual but instead she had a cup of coffee and Mary Jane next to her. The girls noticed his staring.

   "Sleepover." MJ told at the same time Mary shouted "She woke me up at 4 AM 4 AM Peter!"

  "That's your fault for going to bed so late." M.J told her. Peter braced himself for the argument about to start. But instead he was met with Mary's nod of agreement.

"Yeah." Mary said.

  Peter looked over at Ned as Ned looked over at Peter just as shocked.

  The thing Peter feared had come true. Instead of them deflecting each other now they are accepting each other.

The pair of girls are now unstoppable.

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A week of non shouting matches had really surprised the residents of Peters table.

Sure the ever present heated debates between M.J and Mary Jane were still present but anything else was absent.

It was nice. Which is why it eventually had to end.

OG Flash had come into school that morning not even greeting anybody he knew. Not his footballs buddies,friends that are girls,the smart ones he's amended with or Peters group.

He looked sickly and beyond the point of "I need a nap."

Thankfully Flash decided to sit at their table today. Which meant getting to the bottom of his condition.

"My dad is going to jail." Flash told as soon as he sat down.

That caused even Harry to shut up.

"That's good isn't it?" Mary Jane asked hesitantly.

"I mean it should be." Flash responded. "I should be happy."

"Right?" Flash questioned voice wobbling. He sucked in a breath waiting for a response. When no one said anything he got up from the table leaving behind his food.

Mary Jane ridiculed herself for not saying anything better.

Harry was just lost. Harry loves his dad... but would he happy if he went to jail?

Ned didn't see himself fit to answer since he's never had many family issues.

Peter had so much to say but he didn't think it was important enough to be heard.

M.J though. M.J got up and followed Flash.