"Let's do this one more time...
My name is Mo Mensah, and for the past three years I have been New York's-what, like, bazillionth spiderman? Blah, blah, blah, multiverse, blah, blah, blah, angsty backstory, you get the picture."
Mo Mensah was everything a spiderman should be-cocky, sarcastic, and pretty damn flexible. She was happy to keep defending New York on her own. But how you gon form a multiverse-wide spiderman secret service and not invite Anansi? Nah, that wasn't gonna fly.
Not to mention, the sexy leader of this club was an asshole. Picking on a fifteen year old kid? That's asking for a few tricks to come your way.
Lucky for Miguel, tricks were kind of Mo's whole schtick.
"You're different from what I expected," she said softly.
"How so?" he asked, glancing at her.
"I don't know," she replied, searching for the right words. "You just... have this way of making people feel like they matter. Even here, in this... nightmare."
He was quiet for a moment before responding. "You matter, Y/n. Don't forget that."
OR
Y/n wakes up in the deadly Squid Game, surrounded by strangers and fighting to survive. What she doesn't know is that the mysterious Frontman is watching her every move through the cameras- and she's caught his attention.