Spider-Man: Horror games dev

I looked at the drunken man, who didn't seem trustworthy at all, hiccuping nonstop.

"Hup! Urgh!!"

Vomit splattered onto the road, leaving me speechless as I watched him.

"Damn, I should've drunk less."

Even so, he grabbed a beer bottle and kept drinking.

"Huh?"

He glanced at the thing he'd just crashed into with his car—it was trying to stand up.

"…Oh, it's you. Fine, I'll do some charity for the locals then."

He pressed a button on his car, and a suit of armor emerged from the back.

He then took the arm piece, put it on his right hand, and aimed at the Doppelganger.

A beam of energy shot out, piercing right through it.

Attacked, it tried to get up again but was relentlessly blasted by him.

Pew pew pew.

He even fired small missiles, bullets, knives, chili peppers, condoms, beer cans, blah blah.

"Ugh, just die already!"

His arm gathered energy and unleashed a powerful blast.

The heavily injured Doppelganger, hit by the energy beam, disintegrated.

Boom!

Body parts flew everywhere, and the road was wrecked from the attack.

I was sweating, feeling the sheer power of Tony's armor.

"Alright… your turn."

He turned his arm toward me, lying there injured.

"What?!"

The energy beam lit up in his palm—he was about to take me out right there!

[Bae, that's a human.]

"Huh? A human?"

Hearing his AI, he came closer to me.

He grabbed my face, inspecting every detail closely before letting me go.

"You're lucky, kid. You haven't been replaced by a Doppelganger yet, or my kill count would've gone up."

With that, he got into his car, ready to leave.

"Wait!"

"?" He turned his head.

"You're… hunting Doppelgangers, aren't you?" I struggled to stand, the severe wound in my stomach miraculously healing in an instant.

He looked at my stomach, seemingly deep in thought.

"Well… I was just coming back from a bar, saw a few Doppelgangers on the way, so I took care of them."

"Let me come with you."

This time, Tony glared at me.

"Why? I'm not even sure about your existence—a guy who heals that fast is suspicious. I'm not crazy enough to put myself in danger."

I looked at him, then shot a web at a nearby piece of glass, pulling it toward my hand.

He watched what I did and raised an eyebrow.

"What's that supposed to mean? Showing off?"

"No, I'm trying to show my sincerity."

"Sincerity, what—"

Swoosh.

I sliced off my finger with the glass shard.

"Wow," he said, eyes wide at my bizarre action.

Immediately after, my finger regenerated, smoke rising from the healed cut.

"I swear I won't harm you," I said, sweating after doing something pretty crazy.

He stared at me for a moment, then opened the car door.

"Get in, kid."

***

Tony Stark is an incredibly great man.

According to the memories I received from the Outer God, he was once a reckless playboy, a billionaire who indulged in all sorts of debauchery.

In short, the typical arrogant billionaire.

But one thing made up for all those flaws:

His super-genius brain.

With just a pile of scrap metal, he built a rudimentary suit of armor that was enough to survive against criminals.

So, even without money, he'd still find a way to make it back quickly and efficiently.

So why do I trust him?

Because he's a hero? Or because he sacrificed himself to kill Thanos?

No, because he treated Peter Parker like his own son.

That's why I decided to follow him, even though I knew he'd be suspicious of me.

Even if this universe's Tony is very different from the others, I still believe in him.

Because I like Tony too.

…Well, only if it's the responsible Tony.

"WHOOHOOO!!"

"SLOW DOWN, MR. STARK!!"

I looked at him in terror as he drove at breakneck speed, still drinking beer.

"WHAT, KID? DON'T LIKE IT? DRINKING AND DRIVING IS WHERE THE FUN'S AT! PLUS, YOU GET POINTS FOR HITTING SOMETHING!"

"THIS ISN'T A GAME!!"

"Hold on, let me grab another beer. You drive."

"What?! Wait!!"

I grabbed the steering wheel, completely clueless about how to use it, while Tony happily opened a beer case and started drinking.

"Peter, kid! Run that guy over!"

"No way! And how do you know my name?!"

"Huh? Oh, I've got an AI that tells me people's identities. That's how I know who's a Doppelganger~"

'LIAR! YOU WERE ABOUT TO KILL ME BEFORE YOUR AI TOLD YOU!'

"Ugh, you drive like crap, kid! Let me take over!"

"No! Wait!"

As soon as Tony took the wheel, he immediately ran over a pedestrian, blood splattering on the car.

"AHHHH!! YOU JUST KILLED SOMEONE!!"

"Relax, it was just a Doppelganger. They usually have black blood!"

BUT THAT WAS RED BLOOD!!!

"Ugh, I'm gonna puke."

"DON'T PUKE—"

"BLECH!"

Vomit splattered everywhere, and I covered my nose in disgust.

I've never regretted a decision as much as I do today!!!

"Hey, kid! Do you know how to spot the fakes?"

"Huh? I only know the basics—that Doppelgangers have black blood and look identical to the people they replace."

"Not bad for a start! I'll give you… uh, a C!"

"So how do you tell them apart?" I looked at him.

"Listen up, don't call them Doppelgangers anymore. That's just the name for Type 1. I came up with a name for their species: The Alternates!"

"Alternates come in three types: Doppelgangers, The Originals, and The Angels."

"Doppelgangers are the most common. They either haven't replaced their original yet or already have. They usually have slight differences from the original, but once they fully replace them, they're identical."

"The Originals are the true forms of the Doppelgangers. They have exaggerated, terrifying features and look extremely unnatural. They're way more dangerous than Doppelgangers. That one I killed earlier was one of those."

"And finally, The Angels. These are the real troublemakers. They can copy both the appearance *and* memories of the original. They can even create Doppelgangers just by looking at someone. I suspect they're the reason Alternates exist in the first place."

…Wow, that's a lot of info. How did he get all that?

"You're wondering how I got all this info, right? That's because I've got my trusty assistant, Jarvis. Give it a few seconds, and it can pull information from the entire globe. Gotta say, it's the most perfect AI I've ever created!"

[Bae, you don't need to brag about me to strangers.]

The AI's voice echoed in the car, catching me off guard.

Wait, "Bae"?

"Ignore what it said. I originally built it as an emotionless, obedient AI, but for some reason, it glitched and started calling me that. When I tried to fix the glitch, it hid it and even ignored my commands for three days," Tony complained.

[I won't help you if you keep whining about me.]

"See? It acts like my wife. Annoying as hell."

A blunt guy and an AI that acts like a nagging wife… What a destructive combo.

"So, why do you want to take down the Alternates? Did they just replace someone close to you?"

"Something like that, but I want to believe they're still alive…"

Tony glanced at me, then handed me a beer.

"Hope is good. Unlike me, you've still got a future and faith. Drink up."

"Sir, I'm not old enough."

"Screw the law! What if all of America's been replaced already? Just drink!"

Thanks, but I don't want a beer…