Spider-Man: Horror games dev

The sun has vanished, now only the moonlight remains.

The house has no light, only darkness enveloping it.

No light shines through the window, yet the glasses glow inexplicably.

"..."

The boy sits on the bed, the glow of his glasses hiding his eyes.

...It's already 8 p.m.

Few people go outside at night, afraid that someone with a gun might threaten them.

Or perhaps a pervert is waiting for prey to commit some depraved act?

...Or maybe that person looks like someone you know.

*Knock knock knock*

Peter looks up, staring at the door.

*Knock knock knock*

"Peter, there's cake, want to come down and eat?"

"It's really good, after all, I spent the whole evening making it."

"So come out, Uncle Ben and I will be waiting."

...

"Peter, there's cake, want to come down and eat?"

"It's really good, after all, I spent the whole evening making it."

"So c-come out, Uncle Ben and I will be waiting."

...

"Peter, there's cake, want to come down and eat?"

"I-it's R-REALLY GOOD, e-even though I m-made it t-this MORNING?"

"--- .-.. .-.. / - .... . / -.. --- ---.-., / .--. . - . .-."

...

"ERR_PETER_CAKE_001: CAKE_PRESENT; ACTION_REQUIRED: GO_OUTSIDE(); STATUS: SAD_PENDING"

Aunt May's words grow increasingly distorted.

Her voice shifts from Aunt May's to Uncle Ben's, then to a child's voice.

The more she speaks, the less human her voice sounds.

The door remains closed, the voice still echoes, and Peter still sits on the bed.

It's toying with that voice.

The voice of my loved ones.

It's speaking with the intent to scare me.

It's trying to lure me outside.

It knows I don't like it, so it keeps trying,

Hoping I'll lose my sanity,

Lose my resistance,

Lose my faith,

Lose my hope.

It wants my life.

My life.

...It wants me dead, so another "me" can take my place.

...

So, are Aunt May and Uncle Ben already dead?

If they've taken their forms, it means there are only two possibilities:

They're dead, or they're not.

...I don't know which is true.

If I had to choose, I'd hope for the second one.

It gives me hope, a sliver of space before my patience runs out.

Even though... even though I know the odds are slim.

But I still have hope—

"Dead." The voice behind the door rings out.

It's a mocking tone, utterly gleeful at my suffering.

"Dead, all dead, everyone's dead."

"Aunt May, Uncle Ben."

"Dead."

"Harry, Gwen."

"Dead."

"So why don't you die with them?"

...

...

I stand up and walk to the door.

My hand grips the handle in front of it.

The door creaks, echoing through the house.

Before me is a pitch-black void, nothing visible.

Laughter erupts, loud and clear.

The gleeful cackle of a predator whose prey has walked into its trap.

Laughing at the prey's stupidity.

Laughing at the prey's weakness.

Laughing at the prey's hopeless situation.

It might savor this prey's fear, bit by bit.

...Bit by bit.

"Suppose you're telling the truth,"

Peter's voice echoes through the house.

His eyes no longer hold any light.

"Then I hope you can endure my suffering."

...What?

Crack!!!

It suddenly feels its jaw twist, nearly breaking.

It looks at Peter, who's staring back with eyes full of emotion—

Rage, anger, hatred, fury, murderous intent, and sorrow.

No trace of fear, as if the person before it is just a shell containing murderous emotions.

Webs shoot into its stomach, and it's yanked toward Peter.

Peter lands two punches on its cheeks, then grabs its face and slams it hard against the wall.

"Does taking the form of the people I care about make you happy?"

"Are you happy using their faces to trick me?"

"Are you happy? Answer me!"

Peter grabs its head and drags it to the gas stove.

The stove's flames flare up.

"Answer me!"

Gripping tightly, Peter smashes its head hard into the stove, the flames searing its face.

Its eerie screams echo as its face shifts rapidly.

"ANSWER ME!!!"

Peter slams its face into the stove repeatedly, over and over.

Its black blood spills across the floor.

"!!"

Peter ducks, dodging a powerful slash that cuts through the wall.

He looks over and sees Uncle Ben's doppelgänger, its face hideously distorted.

"P€+£r."

"If you call my name with that face, I'll tear it off."

It doesn't listen and charges at Peter.

Peter releases Aunt May's doppelgänger's head and raises his fists.

It slashes downward; Peter leaps up, grabbing the ceiling with both hands.

He then kicks its face repeatedly with both feet, clamping its head tightly.

They fall, and he drives his hand hard into its forehead.

"I'll make sure to rip that face off."

Suddenly, a shockwave sends Peter crashing into the wall.

He falls, touching his glasses.

They're broken.

He stands, tosses the glasses aside, and faces the two doppelgängers.

The first one has recovered somewhat, though burn marks remain.

The other is still bleeding black from its forehead.

Peter charges, and both attack simultaneously.

He leaps into a 180-degree spin, kicking both doppelgängers in opposite directions.

His hands shoot webs, ensnaring both.

With all his strength, he yanks them toward him.

He steps back, causing them to crash into each other.

"It's over!" Peter shoots a web at a kitchen knife, pulling it into his hand.

He swings it with force!

Slash!

Both their heads fall, their eyes locked on him.

Then he stomps them, crushing them completely.

"..."

Their black blood stains the entire house.

Peter stands silently, dropping the knife.

He's dealt with the two doppelgängers... but he doesn't know where the real ones are.

Or are they truly dead? He doesn't want to believe it.

As he refuses to accept it, the TV suddenly turns on.

"...?" He looks at the TV, static flickering before it shows something.

[Little Hero Nian!]

[Episode 66: Day Related, Our Winner Nian!]

"...What is this?" A sense of unease rises as he watches the incomprehensible broadcast.

[Hello kids! See you again, huh!] A figure in a red mask with "Nian" written on it.

[Know something isn't bad~

I love study after all

Love everyone around you too!

Like me! I love everyone!

You don't know how to love?

Oww... That's too bad

Umm... That's right!

Run with me! I know some place!

See? That place!

Everyone you know is here!

Like the view?

Fun and lovely!]

"..." Peter listens to the cartoon character speak in a bizarre way.

'I have to get out of here!'

But as he tries to act, his legs feel trapped.

He looks down, realizing the black blood is coiling around his feet.

[Do you love it?

I love it!

Everyone loves it!]

"!!"

As he hears it speak, he realizes what it's saying!

The first letters of each line! When put together, they spell...

DROWN, KILLYOURSELF, DIE

"OH N-"

Swish!!

Peter is thrown against the wall, pain surging as he looks down.

Something humanoid has pierced his body, originating from the TV.

"UGAH!!"

It stabs him harder, his blood pouring onto the floor.

As he tries to pull it out, it hurls him through the window.

Crash!

Peter tumbles onto the street, clutching his stomach to stop the bleeding.

"I-I was too careless..." Peter grits his teeth, sweat pouring down.

Then he sees something pass through the window.

A gaunt, humanoid figure, its bones visible.

Its skin is deathly pale, its head shrouded in darkness, elongated, with cartoonish eyes.

That thing's going to finish me off!

It raises its sword-like hand, ready to slash me.

"DRIVING IN MY CAR RIGHT AFTER A BEER!"

Someone's singing voice rings out as a bright light shines on both of us.

The creature gets hit hard, sent flying far away.

"Ahh shit... I accidentally hit someone *hic*."

I look over and see a man stepping out of the car.

He's drunk, hiccuping, with messy hair, an unshaven beard, and flashy clothes.

...Wait! I know this guy!

"Huh? Who's this kid? *Hic*" He stumbles closer, scratching his head while holding a beer bottle.

It's Tony Stark...