The fountain was fairly picturesque and really fit with the whole theme of the town, which seemed to be “Ideal small town”. Which Peter was pretty sure meant it hid a big, dark secret. Not that he had proof or anything but why have a setting like this if you weren’t going to have a dark secret? He’d seen Twin Peeks and listened to a lot of podcasts so he was prepared.
Of course, he had his own deep, dark secret. He was the Vandal and he was actually here casing out the fountain for one of his... vandalizations? The first few times he’d done it he had felt really horrible. Sick to his stomach and on the verge of turning himself in. But every time he did he felt that ache in his head that felt like it was going to kill him. Then kind of a weird thing happened... it became kinda fun. It was mostly harmless and he HAD to do it and it ended up becoming kind of a fun game between himself and the police. He’d actually even made himself a costume and web shooters could easily be adapted to spray paint.
“I’m actually pretty sensational at this,” he muttered to himself as he tried to figure out where he’d paint his next mural. “Not that anyone will every really know.”
Send to 8 People
Peter had laughed at the chain text. Aunt May had once told him about the kind of stuff she used to get when she was younger that was through the actual mail. When he got the message he just laughed at deleted it. The fact that he didn’t actually know 8 people he could send it to or had a crush here who would kiss him, he wouldn’t have done it anyway.
He hadn’t given it a second thought until the car hit him. Fortunately it wasn’t going very fast and he still had really good reflexes for a human. He had just enough tie to jump, tuck, and roll so that instead of the car sending him flying he kind of just rolled over it and smacked his head on the pavement. As he was seeing double for a moment he couldn’t help but wonder about that stupid text.
“Yeah, maybe not worth the risk in hindsight,” Peter groaned, wincing as he slowly tried to sit up.
Peter Parker | MCU | Tourist, Vandal. OTA
The fountain was fairly picturesque and really fit with the whole theme of the town, which seemed to be “Ideal small town”. Which Peter was pretty sure meant it hid a big, dark secret. Not that he had proof or anything but why have a setting like this if you weren’t going to have a dark secret? He’d seen Twin Peeks and listened to a lot of podcasts so he was prepared.
Of course, he had his own deep, dark secret. He was the Vandal and he was actually here casing out the fountain for one of his... vandalizations? The first few times he’d done it he had felt really horrible. Sick to his stomach and on the verge of turning himself in. But every time he did he felt that ache in his head that felt like it was going to kill him. Then kind of a weird thing happened... it became kinda fun. It was mostly harmless and he HAD to do it and it ended up becoming kind of a fun game between himself and the police. He’d actually even made himself a costume and web shooters could easily be adapted to spray paint.
“I’m actually pretty sensational at this,” he muttered to himself as he tried to figure out where he’d paint his next mural. “Not that anyone will every really know.”
Send to 8 People
Peter had laughed at the chain text. Aunt May had once told him about the kind of stuff she used to get when she was younger that was through the actual mail. When he got the message he just laughed at deleted it. The fact that he didn’t actually know 8 people he could send it to or had a crush here who would kiss him, he wouldn’t have done it anyway.
He hadn’t given it a second thought until the car hit him. Fortunately it wasn’t going very fast and he still had really good reflexes for a human. He had just enough tie to jump, tuck, and roll so that instead of the car sending him flying he kind of just rolled over it and smacked his head on the pavement. As he was seeing double for a moment he couldn’t help but wonder about that stupid text.
“Yeah, maybe not worth the risk in hindsight,” Peter groaned, wincing as he slowly tried to sit up.