Chapter 9 - I am Spider Tobey

“Gwen, come downstairs, that annoying kid is here,” said the voice of a grumpy man.

“Pete?! Dad, don’t call him that, and I know you like him,” said a sweet voice from upstairs.

“Girl, where did you see me liking this annoying brat? Humph, it seems you’ve really replaced your father with this annoying boy,” George Stacy shouted again.

“Don’t be dramatic, Dad. Go get something for Pete to drink while I get ready to come down,” Gwen shouted, ordering her father.

“Damn, this girl is just like her mother,” George muttered in a low, irritated voice, but I could see a barely perceptible smile at the corner of his lips.

I could see it because, at that moment, I was sitting on the living room couch, being completely ignored while they talked about me right in front of me.

After saying those words, George went to get some snacks from the kitchen and brought them to the living room.

Then we started chatting about things while waiting for Gwen to come down.

A few minutes later, I heard footsteps on the stairs and saw a beautiful little girl with platinum blonde hair, fair skin, and blue eyes.

Gwen is a very lively and intelligent girl, with a more logical personality. She likes to see the essence of things and how they influence the world. We met at a science fair I attended when I was seven years old. There was nothing at the fair that surprised me, but it was totally worth going—after all, that’s where I saw Gwen, and we had our imprinting.

Since then, we’ve known each other’s families and stuck together like glue. She also met the girls, and they became great friends—practically sisters.

Gwen came running and jumped on me, burying me in a tight hug, almost making my bones crack.

“Gwen, I missed you too, but if you break my bones with your hug, I might end up not seeing you for a while,” I joked. Even though she hugged tightly, it actually felt great, and she didn’t really hurt me.

“No problem, the hospital accepts visitors,” Gwen replied playfully, a smile on her face.

“Hee, then let’s see if the hospital has the technology to fix your laugh box after you break it,” I said with a mischievous smile and started tickling her.

“Ahahahihihihi… stop hahahihi… there’s no haha… laugh box in the human body hahahaha… that’s just an episode… hahaha… of SpongeBob hahaha.” Even though she could barely talk between her laughter, she still presented her logical arguments.

Actually, SpongeBob was created by me in this universe, and it’s the source of most of my income in this world—especially from merchandise and image rights.

Meanwhile, George Stacy could only watch with a bitter face as his little girl had her heart stolen by an annoying brat.

We talked and played for a while until we heard the door open, and in came Helena Stacy, carrying her youngest son, Simon, who was only one year old now. Beside her was the eldest, Philip, who was three years older than me, making him fifteen. The middle child, Howard, was currently seven years old.

The entire Stacy family liked me a lot, including George himself. Every year, I invited them to travel with me and my uncles. I also invited the girls and their families. Over time, we all grew closer, and they all saw what kind of person I was.

After the rest of the Stacy family arrived, we had dinner together in a cheerful atmosphere full of jokes and teasing—especially the family teasing George for being jealous of his daughter.

Not long after, I left. It was fun being with them, but it was already late.

I am extremely satisfied with my current life. I feel incredibly lighthearted and fearless about the future.

All I can say is that I can’t wait for the girls and me to turn sixteen and complete our bond.

While all of this was happening, I was using my memory partition to control things in the lab to speed up my plans.

At this moment, there are six years left until the canon and twenty-five years until I am summoned to the MCU. I can't waste time.