Chapter 01: The Spider's Midnight Encounter

New York, The city that never sleeps was blanketed in the quiet, velvety darkness of the night, only disturbed by the occasional honking of a cab or the distant wail of a siren. High above the bustling streets, a figure darted gracefully through the sky, the city's lights reflecting off his red and blue suit. Spider-Man, New York's very own wall-crawler, was on the move.

Peter Parker had received a tip-off about suspicious activity in an old, abandoned warehouse down by the docks. Swinging between skyscrapers, he felt the cool night breeze on his face. It was nights like these that made him appreciate the city in a way few others could.

He landed silently on the roof of the warehouse, crouching low as he scanned the surroundings. The place looked decrepit and lifeless, but Peter's spider-sense tingled, alerting him to hidden dangers. With a swift motion, he slipped through a broken window and descended into the shadows below.

The interior was just as dilapidated as the exterior suggested: rusted machinery, broken crates, and the lingering smell of oil and mildew. He moved cautiously, every step calculated. Suddenly, the quiet was shattered by a sinister voice.

"Welcome, Spider-Man."

Before he could react, the lights blazed on, revealing a nightmare. Standing in a semi-circle around him were his deadliest foes: the Sinister Six.

Doctor Octopus, with his mechanical arms writhing menacingly, stood at the forefront. To his left, the Vulture hovered, his razor-sharp wings gleaming. Mysterio's fishbowl helmet glowed ominously, while Electro crackled with barely contained energy. The Sandman loomed, his form shifting between human and monstrous. Rounding out the group was Kraven the Hunter, his predatory eyes fixed on Spider-Man.

"Did you really think you could sneak in here unnoticed, webhead?" Electro sneered.

Peter's heart raced as he tried to assess the situation. "Alright, gentlemen, let's talk about this—"

But there was no time for negotiation. The Sinister Six pounced, each villain attacking with brutal precision. Spider-Man dodged and weaved, his agility keeping him just a step ahead of their lethal strikes. But it was too much. A blast of electricity from Electro caught him off guard, sending him sprawling into the path of Doc Ock's crushing tentacles.

Blow after blow rained down on him. Mysterio's illusions disoriented him, while the Sandman's heavy fists battered his already aching body. He fought back valiantly, but the odds were overwhelming.

Just when it seemed like it was the end, an explosion of webbing blinded his attackers for a brief moment. Summoning every ounce of his strength, Spider-Man swung away, crashing through a window and into the night.

He landed heavily in a dark alley, his body bruised and broken. For a few agonizing moments, he lay there, gasping for breath. The pain was almost too much to bear, but he forced himself up, knowing he had to get away.

Hours later, Peter Parker stumbled into his small, cluttered apartment. He barely managed to close the door behind him before collapsing onto the floor. The events of the night replayed in his mind, each memory sharper than the physical pain.

He dragged himself to his bed, his costume torn and bloodied. As he lay there, the weight of his solitude crushed him. Despite all he had done for the city, when he needed help the most, there was no one there.When meant no it was no one His Aunt May left him threw him out because he was serious about life. The man who hates him the most J. Jonah Jameson he was sure tomorrow he was going to rant about how it his mistake that dog shit on pole a man had bad day someone died cause I exist.The so called lovers of his betrayed him several times,some left him,some occasionally comes back to him leave him again.His friends,allies and his comrades they fucked him over so many times as thier EGO wouldn't let them appreciate him not like he wanted it but all he needed was help that for purpose they all are fighting for.He helped them right when something went bad,he was there for them, he helped avengers against HYDRA,H.A.M.M.E.R,Squadron supreme,Enclave,Those Dark Avengers of Norman.He helped X-men against brotherhood. He helped the fantastic four against Dr Doom.And you know what happened this leaded to him having more enemies. Each and every group,individual mentioned above wants piece of him.

His mask lay on the bedside table, staring back at him with empty eyes. Peter's own eyes filled with tears of frustration and despair. He had never felt so alone, so helpless. The city was vast, filled with millions of people, yet tonight, in his darkest hour, he felt utterly isolated.

Then Peter suddenly started muttereing," With Great Power Comes Great responsibility, W-With Great Power Comes Great responsibility, W-W-Wit-With..... F*CK IT F**k that shit It's not like 'He' knew what it's like to have this power and This f**king Responsibilities",...,...,"Ha... Haah..Nobody came not single one of those hero shits, those 'friends',those Hores, May left me too saying i was not serious about life..Haah...those hero gets fame well I get criticism, those friends of mine enjoy while I have a broken arm a...a leg ridden with hole can't even see properly t-t-alk properly hahahah,those hores out there gets lover while I am alone, I am in this small,broken,old apartment ...Hero No not that shit anymore. " *Sigh*

Spider-Man was New York's hero, but tonight, Peter Parker was just a boy, lost and broken in a world that seemed to have turned its back on him.

But he didn't know someone or something was looking at him.

[ System intiallizing..... 10℅

System intiallizing..... 33℅

System intiallizing..... 42℅

System intiallizing..... 69℅

System intiallizing..... 96℅

System activated, HOST FOUND,.....

PROCESSING .....

....HOST IS IN GREAT TRAUMA ..

Chances OF Host gaining alternate personalities, eliminating, elimainating error

New personalities forming, eliminating, Adding new useful personalities,searching for personalities,... Found 7 usefulpersonalities

Process complete.

REBOOTING...

RESTRUCTING .....

THE SYSTEM,

ERROR,....

ERROR,...

INITIALLIZING 'THE PERSONA NEXUS SYSTEM']

As Peter was sitting dejectedly lost his eyes like they have lost life in them him contemplating life itself "Should I just die, I have nothing left, apart from this power this suit and Stupid ass Responsibilities"

Just as he was thinking that he heard seven voices,

"吸盤(Suckerrrrr)"

"Pathetic"

"弱い野郎(Weak bastard) "

"Hey give him some slack"

"黙れ(Shut up) ,はい,黙っててくださ

(yeah shut up)"

"あなたたちは皆残酷です(you all are cruel) "

"元気になってね,彼は私たちの友達だよ

(be nice he is our friend) "

" What the F**K IS HAPPENING IN MY HEAD"

Suddenly he heard another voice,

[HELLO HOST,I am Your personal system

'THE PERSONA NEXUS' also we meet again👋 host's other personalities ]

"Yo"X3,

"こんにちは(こんにちは) " X4x1,

"Damn I have officially lost it"