DISPATCH: The Friendly Neighbour

DISPATCH: The Friendly Neighbour

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My name is Peter Benjamin Parker. I was bitten by a radioactive spider, and for 10 years, I have been the one and only Spider-man... well with the exception of the entire multiverse of Spider people but we won't get into that. Aside from that, I'm pretty sure you know the rest. No need to get into that either! Trauma dumping is exhausting. Recently, I was approached by a blonde haired individual, after a full night of Spider-Maning. A hero, appropriately named: Blonde Blazer, asked me to take a trip to Callifornia, in the Torrance district, to lead a rag tag group of super villains trying to make names for themselves as heroes... Yup. Another Tuesday. Oh, wait. No, Tuesday was yesterday- Wait, wait, wait, TODAY'S WEDNESDAY!? ____________ Cover art by: ME :)
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"It causes your immune system to turn against you," I explained gently. The color terrifyingly drained from his face as he stared at his knuckles. "I have a spot," he whispered, his voice scraping like glass. "Right here." He let out a strangled noise as the stadium footage buffered. "Riley!" he shrieked, covering his burning face while peering through his fingers at his future self. "Those pants leave absolutely nothing to the imagination!" He went so unnaturally still I thought his heart had stopped beating. His charcoal-stained fingers curled into tight fists. "Fifty," he whispered, scanning the fatal summary on the glowing screen. "I am... I am gone at fifty." What if the only way to save your future was to completely abandon your past? In 1982, Michael Jackson is suffocating. Trapped behind his family's compound gates and drowning under industry pressure, the rising star just wants a life of peace and normalcy. The universe answers-violently ripping him from his timeline and dropping him onto the bedroom rug of Riley, a freelance graphic designer in the year 2025. Stranded forty-three years in the future, Michael must face a world that already knows his tragic history. But Riley fiercely refuses to let that history repeat. She offers him the anonymous, ordinary life he always craved, rebuilding his shattered confidence brick by brick and teaching him the radical concept of self-love. More importantly, she arms him with the ultimate weapon: the brutal truth. She gives him the exact names of the snakes hiding in his 1982 backyard, the upcoming betrayals, and the devastating tragedies he is destined to face. When the universe inevitably pulls him back, Michael is no longer the timid pop star terrified of his shadow. He is a king preparing to claim his throne, knowing exactly how to rewrite music history and what it takes to survive. But armed with the future, changing his fate might cost him the one person who taught him how to live.

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