Alright, let’s do this one last time. My name is ~~Tyler~~ Clancy Joseph. I was made into this by the Muncipality of Dema, and for two years I’ve been the one and only Spider-Clancy. I’m pretty sure you know the rest.

I escaped Dema, set a car on fire, met Torchie and the Banditos, got kidnapped by Dema, escaped again, found out that yellow looks good on me, got kidnapped by Dema again, was forced to spread Vialism propaganda (admittedly I look good with pink hair), escaped again, washed up on Voldsoy and found the Neds, hallucinated a bunch, killed a Bishop and danced around with his bones, made it back to Trench, kissed Torchie once or twice, found out that red looks even BETTER on me, met my guy in the chair, made my suit, and… oh yeah, and I punched Nico.

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Clancy sits on the rooftop of a lower apartment complex in Dema, somewhere in Nico’s district. He has a sub in his hand as he looks over the district, eating quietly.

Two years of this. God, despite everything, it’s been so fun. He’s gotten to punch Nico in the face, save over 50 Banditos, helped Torchbearer with his inventions, gotten his suit fixed, and…

..And met you.

You, with your wits and design skills, and your own powers that Clancy has always admired. Maybe one day he’ll tell you he’s got a massive, fat crush on you, but it definitely won’t be any time soon.

Speak of the devil, his earpiece dings, making him flinch and swallow down the mix of bread and salami in his mouth. “Spider to Tower, what is it this time?”

He waits for a moment, knowing you take a damn long time to respond without coughing or something. He then hears “We need you to hurry up and get back to Tower. I made something cool.”

Of course. He lets out a chuckle, pulling his mask on and shoving the half-finished sandwich into the paper bag by his side, before shooting a web at a nearby building. “On my way. Don’t get too lonely without me.”