Spider-Pip: Origins

by ZombieBrony22


Symbiotic

The rising sun shone through my apartment building and almost blinded me as I slowly rose out of bed, still somewhat worn out from last night... Aria was something else—she was feisty and kinda kinky...

She was just like me.

I turned my head to see a piece of paper on my small nightstand, grabbing it and reading it out.

Had fun last nite. Sry I couldn’t stay, had to get home b4 Sonata got home and complained. (She’s the worst) Apartment number’s 14, xoxo—AB.

They lived in the apartment? How didn’t I know they lived in the same building as me?

Well, at least I know, now.

I went to the kitchen to make some breakfast—I had put the breakfast burrito in the microwave when I heard a knock on my door.

Pip? My landlord? Aria?

I went over to the door and opened it, only to see...

“Hey, Flashie! How’s the life?” Sombra asked, walking into my apartment like he owned the place.

Technically, he did... he owns the property, using Mr. Cake as a proxy landlord.

“...Decent.” I said, knowing it’d be unwise not to answer.

Sombra took a seat on my couch, kicking his dirty shoes off as he did.

“Good! That’s... good.” Sombra said, turning on the T.V.

The first report was on Spider-Man, and how he had shut down yet another one of the local trade rings.

“That... that’s just bad business. I never approved of trafficking... it’s just so... bleh.” Sombra said, putting stress into the ‘bleh’.

I was surprised to see him actually approve of Spider-Man. Weren’t they archrivals, or something?

The mircowave dinged, and Sombra went over to it and opened it, pulling out the decently sized burrito.

“Now, if Spider-Man worked for me... he’d have every chance to take as much of these guys out as he would want—and get paid for it! I’ll never understand these kids, nowadays—if you’re good at something, never do it for free.” Sombra said, taking a bite out of the still-hot burrito.

I softly gasped as I realized a handful of things—One, Pip was in a war with my old boss. Two, Pip didn’t know he was my old boss. Three, if Sombra was here... he wanted something.

“What do you want?” I asked, not wanting to draw everything out.

Sombra chuckled, shaking his head as he set the burrito down.

“You see—this is what I missed about you; you didn’t care what needed to get done, you just wanted to do it...” Sombra said.

I grumbled as a response, Sombra picked up on it.

“Oh, come on—don't be like that. I know some of your jobs went bad, but I promise—this one’s different.” He said, starting to build it up.

“I don’t work for you anymore, Sombra—we had a deal.” I told him.

“Yeah, I remember—but last I recall, you owed me a favor... just one.” Sombra smirked.

I cursed under my breath, remembering that I promised Sombra one favor—any favor—in exchange for me no longer working for him when Sunset and I broke up...

“Besides, it doesn’t even involve you, so to speak... that friend of yours, what’s his name—Pip?”

My heart stopped and my blood ran cold... did Sombra know?

“What about him?” I asked, putting on the bold facade.

“He used to work at Oscorp—dated the CEO’s daughter for a month or two... that should be enough for him to know the way around so you can go on and grab something for me...” He said.

I knew I wasn’t going to do it, and I think he knew it, too.

“No.” I simply answered.

Sombra’s prideful smirk faded in response to my denial.

“I’m sorry... but did you just say no? To me?” Sombra growled, rising from the couch.

I shuddered, but only for a moment.

“Yeah... I did. So, are you gonna beat me to a pulp or are you gonna just kill me?” I asked him.

Sombra chuckled, but he still kept his growling face...

“No... not you—I'll simply go after everyone you’ve ever dared to love—I'll skin them all alive and leave pieces of them for the police to find, and I’ll put it all on you!” Sombra slammed his fist onto my table, putting an imprint on it.

I backed away, eyeballing a knife on the counter. Sombra saw it and bolted over to it, grabbing a paper towel as he grabbed it, possibly to hide his fingerprints.

“I’ll do it all with this knife... and when I’m done, I’ll hit your ex up, borrow some fingerprint samples, and... that’d be it for Flash Sentry.” Sombra set the knife down and tossed the paper towel into my garbage can, nailing the shot.

“Or... you’ll do what I say.” Sombra threatened.

If there was anything Sombra was good at... it’d be his framing—he knew how to make people look and feel guilty—as was why he was trusted by the Rainbooms to frame people for the more heinous crimes.

“I could do that... or I could just throw myself out of that window as soon as you go out there. You can’t put all the blame on a dead man, now can you?” I asked him, moving closer to him out of anger.

Sombra somewhat gasped and backed up slightly.

“Yeah... you could do that... but what would Aria think?” Sombra asked.

I hesitated as soon as he said her name. I couldn’t put all of that on her... I just couldn’t.

“There we go... now, are you in, or not?" He asked.

I caved, ready to just get that job over with.

“Okay.... what needs to be done?” I asked, looking down at the floor.

Sombra smiled, whistling as my door swung open and someone else entered, wearing a green jumpsuit and a metal belt around their waist, her face concealed by a large cloak

“Doctor... lay it on him.” Sombra said, returning to the couch.

The ‘Doctor’ removed her hood to reveal...

“Twilight?” I whispered.

Twilight Sparkle, an old student from CHS, removed her massive cloak to reveal four massive mechanical arms, two of them slamming into the ground while one lunged at me, grabbing me and lifting me along with Twilight.

“First of all, my name... is Doctor Octopus. Second of all... hello, Flash. It’s been a while.” Twilght smiled, dropping me and lowering herself.

Sombra turned over to see us and laughed.

“You see? She’s what I love about youth—give them the desire and the means to do so, and they’d do anything.” He said, flipping through channel after channel.

I turned to Twili—Doctor Octopus, who removed her metal belt, which was attatched to the massive arms, and walked around, somewhat limping as she did.

“My mother’s dying. Her mind just couldn’t handle everything that had happened in the last few weeks... now, I assume you heard about that meteor crash from last night?” Twilight asked.

I nodded, turning to see that Sombra wasn’t on the couch...

“They found something on that meteor... a vessel, of sorts.” Twilight turned my attention back to her.

Vessel? I didn’t remember hearing anything like that...

“You mean... like, an alien vessel?” I asked.

Twilight smiled as she nodded, her smile similar to the Rainbooms.

“Bingo. Now, that vessel was taken to Oscorp, and it contained a form of... symbiotic alien, showing remarkable healing abilities... all you have to do, is break into Oscorp and fish it out. Does that sound fair to you?” She asked me.

I almost laughed.

No. You have the mechanical arms, why can’t you just do it?” I asked her, hoping Sombra didn’t hear.

Twilight began to laugh as she walked over to her arms, setting a pair of goggles over her eyes as she did.

“Gladly... Sombra, we’re done here. Make it quick.” Twilght ordered, putting on her cloak as she left my apartment.

I turned to see Sombra, and saw the barrel of a suppressed pistol facing me.

“Look, if it’s any conciliation: I was never gonna kill your friends—that crap leaves a trail... but this? Goodbye, Flash Sentry. Rest well.”


 
“L-look, tell Sombra he’ll have his money, just give us time!” The clerk said as his coworker was being beaten in the background.

I sighed, holding my crowbar, swinging it slightly to intimidate him.

“I don’t really care about time. Either give Sombra his money, or we’ll just break both of your kneecaps and take the money, anyway.” I threatened, growling in disgust over my own words.

That did it—the clerk was digging through his register until he grabbed every dollar and cent out of it.

“Okay, okay! Here! Here’s every dollar, j-just take it and go!” He said, his hands shaking as he set the clump of dollars and coins on the table.

I smiled under my ski mask, nodding to the clerk as I signaled the others to stop their beating.

“We’re done here... let’s go.” I said, ready to leave.

We all turned to leave, proud of a job well done, until suddenly...

“Screw you! Tell Kingpin to come deal with us himself!”

“No, no—wait!” I cried out in vain as he charged at me.


I woke with a start on my bed, feeling for a bullet wound to find nothing. I started breathing a sigh of relief and as I went to the kitchen... the stench hit me like a bullet.

The first thing I saw was the blood—a big stain on the floor and a smaller one on the door, and the room was torn apart, the table flipped and broken, torn open bags of tater tots all over the floor, and my garbage bag was ravaged, almost like a racoon went through it...

I looked into the bathroom and saw that it was mostly intact, save for the scent of vomit in the room...

“What the hell happened to me last night?” I asked myself.

I turned to see the bus drive off without me, but I wasn’t concerned about it.

You should be.

I was suddenly yanked into my tub, where I let out a short but loud yelp before my mouth was covered by something slimy...

Listen—let's not make this more difficult than this needs to be. You are not dead, and you are not going crazy...

I then felt... weird, like something was swimming around inside of me, but it was meant to be there...

I must apologize for any troubles I had caused during the bonding process—you were very hysterical and I needed to find a way to calm you...

“Wha... wait, you’re that alien?” I asked, completely confused.

Yes... I am.

All that did was feed my confusion more as a large, black, slimy tendril grew out of my chest, causing me to softly scream.

The tendril formed eyes—all-white, pupil-less eyes, as a mouth soon formed, where it showed countless, sharp and jagged fangs.

My name is Venom, and as far as I can tell, you are my host.

Host? What’s that supposed to mean?

It means that I need you to breathe in oxygen, and you need me because you were shot in your own apartment last night—I saved your life and with friends like that, I assume I will need to do it again.

I couldn’t even begin to process what was happening as “Venom” went back into my body, causing me to slowly get out of my tub.

“Okay... so if I was shot... and you healed me... then why did Sombra want me to get you out?” I asked, completely clueless.

I don’t know... all I know is that the purple one got me out, with the metal arms... next thing I knew, I was bonding to you. Again, I must apologize for my feeding frenzy, it was just so... tempting.

“Oh, so you did this?” I asked him, my anger starting to grow.

No—we did this. Look, I understand your confusion, but all you need to know now is that we are bonded together, and co-existence is our only option.

I realized that I was in no place to refuse, so I simply sighed, got out of the tub, and went to clean the apartment.

“Did you have to tear through the tater tots? And did you eat out of the garbage?” I asked in disgust.

Again, the bonding process is somewhat tricky, depending on the host’s adrenaline levels. And considering that you were seconds away from death when I healed you...

I heaved and as the taste began to settle, I instantly went to brush my teeth.

Look on the bright side: At least you’re still alive.

“Yeah, but eating out of the garbage isn’t a good thing, either.” I said, brushing until my arm grew sore.

As I spit and rinsed, I then realized that I was going to have to clean my apartment...

You have fun with the mess... I’m going to find my way around. Oh, and I’d suggest getting something to eat soon—I recommend chocolate or fish.

Well, this was going to be fun... better than being dead, I guess.