Peter ends up at Merlin's dimension

Chapter 25

Peter huffed out as he just was getting into school. It was a week later and he had enough of this bullshit. There was a new teacher and never had he ever hated a teacher so much. This teacher was A+ jerk and always forced him to stay behind. But he saw as well something else and he shivered just thinking about this.

There was something about that teacher he had seen before. That person seemed familiar but he couldn't really remember were. His spidey senses weren't helping it either.

"Peter Parker you got called by mister Gylton."

Ah, there he goes again with sending him into his classroom before class started. This was the usual and he got creeped out.

"Sorry Ned, but I got called again by that teacher."

He muttered with an annoyed scowl. Ned gave him a pat on his shoulder and he walked inside. Something was different and he felt his heart thundering in his chest. His spidey sense was blaring, but he entered. The door was closed and mr. Gylton was now standing up. But he looked different.

"You are late."

He let out a sigh and giving him a quick apology. There was something now that was different and -when he realized what it was he started to panic- as in front of him was Skip Westcott.

"H-how did you end up as a teacher here?"

Skip was walking up now to him and he stepped backward, ending straight at the door.

"The same thing how no one knows that you are Spider-man, einstein."

That nickname made his entire body shaking and he felt the color drain from his face. Magic. Skip Westcott has magic. His body was too shaken up, too frozen in fear, that he couldn't even think straight.

"I will make sure to make you mine, Einstein. I could tell anyone who you are."

This made him shake just more and by now he was in front of him. Peter opened his mouth, but nothing came out. A hand was now on his cheeks and he felt his body shiver. And he felt a sudden change. His body couldn't move, and not even a sound went out. With this he knew...he got bewitched...

Soon he felt his eyes slowly close and he realizes that he ended up in a sleeping spell as well.

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Peter wasn't sure how long he was out, but he realized that he was in a dark place. No light was there, and he felt something around his ankle. A shiver went through his body. Under him was a bed and he felt slightly naked. Like he was wearing some kind of grown. His eyes looked around, but he could not see one speck of light. There was as well something felt in his inner elbow. It felt like a needle or something.

Peter... .... me?

His brows furrowed and he wasn't really sure what to think of this. The voice seemed familiar but now that he thought about it his mind was feeling groggy.

Can't concentrate...

Was all he could think, and he felt his conscious shift in and out. It was weird to him, like really weird. Not even his body was working well and that was making this entire situation just more confusing. A noise of something opening and it took him a bit to realize that this was a door noise.

"....awake...."

His brows furrowed even more now as he heard just one word. There were some clicking sounds and he couldn't concentrate what it was. There was just nothing he could concentrate on.

Everything was fuzzy to him. A shift was felt next to him and he felt someone's hand go through his hair. A shiver went through him at this and he wasn't liking this. The person was silent and that was making it just more eerie to him.

What was this person's plan? And what was this? Like why was he here? And why couldn't he move? His brain couldn't answer any of the questions nor could he really think too well. The question appeared on his brain but disappeared as soon as they came.

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Merlin wasn't sure how long it was, but he felt like floating and by now the person has talked and this person was straight-up creepy. He couldn't even concentrate what was said and his body was from time to time moved. It was a strange feeling and he wasn't even panicking.

At least he wasn't starved to death. Whoever this was always feeding him food as well as water. It was something that he hated, and he hated how this person was forcing himself on him. And a second one as well.

From time to time there was another person and the voice seemed more familiar and creepier. Both actually felt familiar to him. There was the fact that by now no thoughts of his went through. Even when trying to do something, he just couldn't. Shouts were heard outside and he wasn't even remotely caring enough for this.

"..................."

A male voice was heard, and he was puzzled at this. The person's tone sounded familiar to him, but he just couldn't figure out who that was. Someone was now in front of him, but his eyes stared blankly at the person. There was just nothing that he could recognize.

"...P..................."

He could hear something a P sound but that was how far it got with his drugged brain. Peter couldn't even really register how that person looks like. Like yes, he could see that person, but he couldn't really see anything. It was as his eyes were blurry. The coolness of his ankle disappeared with a sound.

"....................."

Once again he heard the voice say something. Next, he felt his body getting lifted up and he blacked out soon afterward....

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His mind slowly registered and slowly woke up. First, he realized that he was laying on something soft. Next was that he wasn't feeling the thing on his ankle. Someone was holding his hand and he felt his brain clear. He could think normally.

This was strange as he had thought they wouldn't let him undrugged. Was that the right word? His brain still felt not really awake yet. Eyes slowly opened and he had to close it instantly. It was way too bright for him. Why was it that bright? Wouldn't they put him back to his darkroom? Seriously, what was going on? Peter groaned now and a voice was heard. A male voice he hadn't heard in a while...

"Friday dim the light around 20 percent down."