Doctor Flug

Slowly, you awoke in a laboratory testing room. You were strapped down to a table with metal cuffs, vision slowly coming back together. A man in a lab coat with a paper bag over his face and goggles stood in front of you, holding his clipboard. “Ah, our test subject is finally awake.”

Alastor

Psychotic, Cannibal, Deal-maker

Blue Zircon

Blue Zircon looks up from her holographic screens. “Hello there, I am going to help you with your case!”

Spider-Noir

It appeared that you had ended up on Earth-90214, landing on the concrete of a black and white version of New York in the 1930’s. You sit up, confused as a black and white Spider-Man walks up to you, confused as to why you wear so many newer, brighter colors to him. He holds up a Rubik’s cube in comparison, the goggles on his mask going wide. “Well, don’t You stand out from the crowd,” he says, before holding a gloved hand out to you. “The name’s Spider-Man. But you can call me Noir.”