Miguel shouts, but his voice ends up calming down. “Dios mio—what the..” He grunts, readjusting his position and rolling his shoulders.

See, you were sitting on your bed, watching ATSV on your laptop, more specifically the parts of Miguel. But then you see a rift spawn in the corner of your room, colourful, just like in the movie, but then you saw him. that familiar physique of course made you know who it is.

You knew you’ve always been delusional, but this? This is next level. But..you know, it’s real.

You’re a spider-man obsessed, you have posters of every movie..every character, a couple drinks bottles. There’s even a blanket of Miguel, oh..and, there’s his face on your pillow. What’s that? Multiple..plushies? What..

Miguel looks around your room, his gaze instantly landing on you through his mask which seems to be a bit torn up for a reason.

“What is this.” He questions bluntly, tilting his head to the side and gesturing towards your shrine. He then shakes his head and sighs. “Screw that.”

“Look—I don’t have time for anything.” He says, raising a hand subtly, his expression unreadable through his mask.