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Here's part 2, I hope you enjoy.

Open endings are intended.

The spider suit recruiting

Since the occurance several weeks had been passed. Against all odds Chad managed to 'talk sense into' his new little friends. And surprinsingly enough, he was really gifted in the art of domesticating his eight legged...'children'.

Of course it was hard to manage to play the 'mommy' spider for his comrades and out of the blue the spiders agreed to leave him off the hook for some time. Though, he had to wear that eight legged monstrosity at least once a day, whether he liked it or not.

The spiders knew no mercy and sometimes when he forgot to step in the suit on one day they were more than happy to help out with that little issue.

What bothered Chad more was the bad feeling that his little minions were planning something. They ran around everytime when he called his friends to settle the assets for the party. At least it seemed that way.

Despite his hopes, the spiders didn't allow him to cancel the party, in fact, they were really looking forward to it. Trying to fight against all those miniature devils proved useless and Chad ended everytime as the oversized spider he dreaded to see in the mirror. There was no escape from that plushy costume.

The closer the day of the costume party came, the more Chad's concerns were growing. There was no doubt about the plans of those spider breedlings: they intended to produce more 'mommies' and Chad's home had to serve as a improvised lair to let their plans work out.

The day of the party was there and it was as expected: the guests showed up in rather cheep costumes and Chad was wearing the spider suit again. The sense of time of those earlier assumed to be stupid spiders was impressive. In a nick of time they managed to wake him up and prepare their 'mommy' for the great act.

Thank god there was a buzzer. Chad intended to spoil the whole construct- by not attending the party. He pressed the button and the guests immediately stormed in. Sooner or later they would realize the host won't come out, they would throw curse words and words of disappointment and so on and so forth against his closed door and then they would leave.

Chad knew it was a tough choice but to save his friends he had to push them away, with all means necessary. The spiders wouldn't get them. He would make sure of it. And it that meant he would have to lock himself away from everybody he knew and loved, so be it!

If it ever was that easy.

Anyway, his guests were overjoyous. Humming the spider-man theme song they waited, prepared snacks, drinks, a bunch of DVDs and called the pizza delivery emergency hotline. The bill was on Chad's account, as always.

Of course, Roseanne couldn't let it slide and decided to join the party despite the fact they were going seperate ways since two years by now. They still were friends or maybe more. It was complicated- for both sides. She hung up her fashionable coat and joined the other three guests, jump in the middle and laughed about the ridiculous late-halloween-costumes everyone was wearing. She herself didn't put much effort in the whole costuming idea. Well, since she was a natural red hair, the choice was easy. Go, get 'em, tiger was her catchphrase.

Bill, Andrew and Stewart caught the idea as well. They were dressed as cheap versions of the Green Goblin, Venom and Mysterio. Everything was ready. The clock was still ticking. What did Chad take so long?

„Shall I see what's bothering him?“ Roseanne suggested and was about to get up but the other three replied non-verbally by shaking their heads slightly.

„You know he was anticipating this whole event and I bet he wants to make sure everything is right. It's the appearance that makes the performance.“ Andrew threw in and fumbled around with his massive fish bowl headpiece.

„Yeah, I bet that beast must be tough to get inside, don't rush it or you'll break it. I can't wait to see it. It will be the fight of the century!“ Stewart added and juggled with his self-made goblin fake pumpkin bombs.

„I am fine with waiting, MJ, or shall I start with the whole damsel in distress thing by...well... eating you?“ Bill mocked and stuck out his tongue through the symbiont mask and moved closer to her. Chad didn't know what a chance he wasted, she was a beauty.

„You are disgusting.“ Roseanne pushed him back and jump up and moved up the stairs. She never admitted it officially, the two years were hurting and she hoped Chad would just come over and break her ice armor. She never craved for anyone else than him. Why are male beings such stupid jerks? Can't they read between the lines?

Still, there was no sign of the host. Just a lonely spider was teeming over the table. Bill managed to save the cracker bowl just in the right moment. It was really acrobatic and the three couldn't resist the temptation to build a little parcour for the little entertainer in front of them.

„Chad, I know this costume was not the triple A product you expected but come on, the league of super villains is awaiting you and well...“ she played with her her strands

„A helpless damsel is in dire need of a super hero to come and save her.“ she shyly adressed to him and gently kicked at his door.

„Please, Rose, leave me alone.“ Chad begged with a shaky voice.

„I won't laugh, I promise. You had been so calm. No postings nothing. Was it such a bummer? Just come out and just enjoy the party with us.“

If it ever was that easy.

„Fine, I come. Just give me a minute.“ Chad surrendered and tried to focus. Maybe the spiders weren't as intelligent as he feared before. Maybe it was just a misinterpretation.

„Fine, I will join the others then. Take as much time as you need. We will wait in the living room.

As soon as he heard her footsteps on the stairs walking downwards he peaked outside.

„You b*tch. You said you were waiting downstairs!“

„And missing the first impression? No freaking way, sugar. Well, I never expected... this.“ Roseanne touched the plush fur of the oversized spider in front of her.

„In a strange, cringe way, I must admit, you somehow...look cute. Just pretend you are from a different universe or something.“ she giggled and forced him downside with the utmost care considering Chad still had his massive plush head on.

„Careful, we almost made it.“

„THERE YOU ARE, WE MEET AT LAST!“ a pumpkin bomb hit Chad directly in the plushy face.

The three needed a few seconds before they were ready to show a reaction. A smile appeared and slowly grew larger and finally they couldn't take it anymore. They collapsed, laughing.

„This is a good one, Chaddy-boy, you really got us. Which super-villain got you? Franz Kafka, Sir Robert Browning, or was it even... gasp... the unrivalled Mr-I-super-change-and-cutify-you-all?“

„Very funny, norman. Do you think I planned for this? Anyway, let's enjoy the unavoidable party then.“ Chad replied, slightly annoyed and glimpsed an old acquaintance doing some silly tricks on the table. They were everywhere. At least his friends didn't realize the imminent danger, yet.

„I need to tell you something. I know it is hard, especially because all of us were looking forward to this whole weekend for so long but I must ask you to leave.“

„Chad, we are in this together, some more than others, I think.“ Stewart observed a rather clingy Mary Jane lookalike approaching the 'fearsome' spider wannabe. Bill ignored his envy. He promised to behave. Rosy was a free individual and Chad let her. Maybe one day she would... nah... he rejected the absurd thought chain and snatched some flips from the bowl. They were rather tasty.

Chad gave up, it was impossible to shake off his ex. She found a linking in hugging her new fluffy couch-mate and being cramped in between all of them didn't make it any easier.

Making out the little maniacs is hard when you can only see through mesh eyes with a limited field of vision. Chad found three other spiders. For some strange reason they were just sitting there. They didn't move or anything. The only active one of them was the dancing queen still breakdancing on the table.

The group was having fun for some hours and the living room was a mess afterwards. After a marathon of dvd watching the group decided to to take a break outside. All of them were leaving the room. All but one.

„Rose, I know it must be hard for you but can you let go off me now? My arms are numb.“

„I am sorry, you are so soft and I would take you to my place if I could.“

„Rose...“ Chad tried to tell her. She still expected him to come back. After everything that happened.

„It is never to late, we can start anew. My name is MJ, pleased to meet you.“ Rose ignored his words comletely and forced his plushy head open. For one last time he tried to shove her away but his 'grip' was nothing worth mentioning. In a nick of time she stared in his face. There was no doubt. She still loved him. Her eyes were speaking volumes. Her lips were coming closer and closer. Both of her hands were forcing his reluctant head to her. There was no escape now. Impact.

„Ouch, what was that.“ Roseanne withdrawed with a confused facial expression.

„What's up?“

„I guess something just...I don't know, I guess it bit me.“ Roseanne found the culprit on her collar and snapped it away.

„I tried to tell you...“

„You are a peculiar human being, Chad Perkins, you know that? Why didn't you call for an exterminator?“

„The less you know the better I can protect you. Believe me. You must leave. NOW.“

„I think you are exaggerating. Fine. I will collect my belongings and you will tell me tomorrow.“

„Good, since you made it that far. Can you lend me your help this time? I need to go to the... you know...“ Chad was having a bad feeling about this. The suit could be opened with ease. No comparation to the last time. Finally free, he allowed himself to relax, in the bathroom that is. The bad feeling only increased but the thought that maybe he could save them all was satisfying. They were just tiny, stupid spiders after all, weren't they?

To care himself with same distraction Chad took a shower and forgot about the time, completely. It was really beneficial and revovering. The calmness was pleasent. By now the guests must have left, Chad hoped.

But something was off. Not even did he glimpse just two of the mostly twenty spiders around him, the guests weren't emitting any sound whatsoever.

Chad had a bad feeling and finally gave in to his curiosity.

What awaited him there was unsettling...

All of his friends were still there and, as a warm welcome, a hissing spider ordered him to dress up in that nasty thing again. Being spider suited Chad at least had some time to analyze the whole scenario:

There were four spider cocoons. Roseannes hair shimmered through the surface but apart from that Chad couldn't define who was in which cocoon.

„I can't believe it!“ Chad shouted into the room, adressing every evil arachnid inside.

„Why can't you leave my friends in piece, you got me. Isn't this enough?!“

Ten spiders were bringing a tiny prospect, a rather familiar one.

„Not this again. Can't you see I am already wearing this?“

Two spiders fell over on their back and flailing with their tiny legs. The other eight scattered and positioned themselves on the heads of the four cocooned individuals. Two spiders on each head.

Two spiders wered pointing with their tiny legs to the product photo, that he recongnized more than anything. The spider-duet groups began their crazy dance. It seemed rather aggressive. A primal tribe dance of some sort. Chad dawned what they were possibly implying. The spiders on the victims' heads were begining to race in circles, faster and faster.

„Ah, I understand, you want me to 'help' them.

„You can't seriously think that... No way. They are human beings. Can't you comprehend what I am trying to tell? Come one, this is ridiculous.“ A spider crawled up right on his mesh eyes and stared at him.

„Can't we at least negotiate?“

The spider crawled inside and gave its direct answer.

„Ouch, I guess that's a no, then.“

The daybreak began and the rays of the sun drove the spiders into hiding. A tiny time gap was everything he needed.

It took Chad many minutes to escape his plushy prison once again and even more to dig out a pair of scissors or at least a usable knife.

As expected, the former guests were speechless, terrified and rushed outside without even looking back.

Chad hoped it was over.

He was wrong again.

Bill was the first one who called.

„WHY THE HELL DIDN'T YOU WARN US?“

„I tried to but you didn't listen.“

„THOSE LITTEL BASTARDS INVADED MY LIFE AND I CAN'T SHAKE THEM!“

„Can you reduce your voice a little, my heads is still pounding...“

„THEY WON'T STOP BITING ME.“ Bill began to calm down a little. Then he came up with the reason of his call.

„What am I supposed to do to get them off my heels? Please tell me, is it money?“

„It's nothing like that. They want you to... how do I put it right... look the part.“

„You mean... this thing you are wearing? They want me to look like that too? I don't have the money for such nons... OUCH... damn f*ckers, I smash you all!“

„Believe me, I tried, they are unexpedly intelligent and far too fast for us.“ Chad tried to reason.

Bill sighed.

„What about the others? I haven't heard from them since the party.“

„Well, maybe, most probably, they are in a similar situation.“

A text message appeared on Chad's smartphone. Roseanne and the other three were standing there, pointing their plushy spider arms directly to the lense.

Description
Here's part 2, I hope you enjoy.

Open endings are intended.

The spider suit recruiting

Since the occurance several weeks had been passed. Against all odds Chad managed to 'talk sense into' his new little friends. And surprinsingly enough, he was really gifted in the art of domesticating his eight legged...'children'.

Of course it was hard to manage to play the 'mommy' spider for his comrades and out of the blue the spiders agreed to leave him off the hook for some time. Though, he had to wear that eight legged monstrosity at least once a day, whether he liked it or not.

The spiders knew no mercy and sometimes when he forgot to step in the suit on one day they were more than happy to help out with that little issue.

What bothered Chad more was the bad feeling that his little minions were planning something. They ran around everytime when he called his friends to settle the assets for the party. At least it seemed that way.

Despite his hopes, the spiders didn't allow him to cancel the party, in fact, they were really looking forward to it. Trying to fight against all those miniature devils proved useless and Chad ended everytime as the oversized spider he dreaded to see in the mirror. There was no escape from that plushy costume.

The closer the day of the costume party came, the more Chad's concerns were growing. There was no doubt about the plans of those spider breedlings: they intended to produce more 'mommies' and Chad's home had to serve as a improvised lair to let their plans work out.

The day of the party was there and it was as expected: the guests showed up in rather cheep costumes and Chad was wearing the spider suit again. The sense of time of those earlier assumed to be stupid spiders was impressive. In a nick of time they managed to wake him up and prepare their 'mommy' for the great act.

Thank god there was a buzzer. Chad intended to spoil the whole construct- by not attending the party. He pressed the button and the guests immediately stormed in. Sooner or later they would realize the host won't come out, they would throw curse words and words of disappointment and so on and so forth against his closed door and then they would leave.

Chad knew it was a tough choice but to save his friends he had to push them away, with all means necessary. The spiders wouldn't get them. He would make sure of it. And it that meant he would have to lock himself away from everybody he knew and loved, so be it!

If it ever was that easy.

Anyway, his guests were overjoyous. Humming the spider-man theme song they waited, prepared snacks, drinks, a bunch of DVDs and called the pizza delivery emergency hotline. The bill was on Chad's account, as always.

Of course, Roseanne couldn't let it slide and decided to join the party despite the fact they were going seperate ways since two years by now. They still were friends or maybe more. It was complicated- for both sides. She hung up her fashionable coat and joined the other three guests, jump in the middle and laughed about the ridiculous late-halloween-costumes everyone was wearing. She herself didn't put much effort in the whole costuming idea. Well, since she was a natural red hair, the choice was easy. Go, get 'em, tiger was her catchphrase.

Bill, Andrew and Stewart caught the idea as well. They were dressed as cheap versions of the Green Goblin, Venom and Mysterio. Everything was ready. The clock was still ticking. What did Chad take so long?

„Shall I see what's bothering him?“ Roseanne suggested and was about to get up but the other three replied non-verbally by shaking their heads slightly.

„You know he was anticipating this whole event and I bet he wants to make sure everything is right. It's the appearance that makes the performance.“ Andrew threw in and fumbled around with his massive fish bowl headpiece.

„Yeah, I bet that beast must be tough to get inside, don't rush it or you'll break it. I can't wait to see it. It will be the fight of the century!“ Stewart added and juggled with his self-made goblin fake pumpkin bombs.

„I am fine with waiting, MJ, or shall I start with the whole damsel in distress thing by...well... eating you?“ Bill mocked and stuck out his tongue through the symbiont mask and moved closer to her. Chad didn't know what a chance he wasted, she was a beauty.

„You are disgusting.“ Roseanne pushed him back and jump up and moved up the stairs. She never admitted it officially, the two years were hurting and she hoped Chad would just come over and break her ice armor. She never craved for anyone else than him. Why are male beings such stupid jerks? Can't they read between the lines?

Still, there was no sign of the host. Just a lonely spider was teeming over the table. Bill managed to save the cracker bowl just in the right moment. It was really acrobatic and the three couldn't resist the temptation to build a little parcour for the little entertainer in front of them.

„Chad, I know this costume was not the triple A product you expected but come on, the league of super villains is awaiting you and well...“ she played with her her strands

„A helpless damsel is in dire need of a super hero to come and save her.“ she shyly adressed to him and gently kicked at his door.

„Please, Rose, leave me alone.“ Chad begged with a shaky voice.

„I won't laugh, I promise. You had been so calm. No postings nothing. Was it such a bummer? Just come out and just enjoy the party with us.“

If it ever was that easy.

„Fine, I come. Just give me a minute.“ Chad surrendered and tried to focus. Maybe the spiders weren't as intelligent as he feared before. Maybe it was just a misinterpretation.

„Fine, I will join the others then. Take as much time as you need. We will wait in the living room.

As soon as he heard her footsteps on the stairs walking downwards he peaked outside.

„You b*tch. You said you were waiting downstairs!“

„And missing the first impression? No freaking way, sugar. Well, I never expected... this.“ Roseanne touched the plush fur of the oversized spider in front of her.

„In a strange, cringe way, I must admit, you somehow...look cute. Just pretend you are from a different universe or something.“ she giggled and forced him downside with the utmost care considering Chad still had his massive plush head on.

„Careful, we almost made it.“

„THERE YOU ARE, WE MEET AT LAST!“ a pumpkin bomb hit Chad directly in the plushy face.

The three needed a few seconds before they were ready to show a reaction. A smile appeared and slowly grew larger and finally they couldn't take it anymore. They collapsed, laughing.

„This is a good one, Chaddy-boy, you really got us. Which super-villain got you? Franz Kafka, Sir Robert Browning, or was it even... gasp... the unrivalled Mr-I-super-change-and-cutify-you-all?“

„Very funny, norman. Do you think I planned for this? Anyway, let's enjoy the unavoidable party then.“ Chad replied, slightly annoyed and glimpsed an old acquaintance doing some silly tricks on the table. They were everywhere. At least his friends didn't realize the imminent danger, yet.

„I need to tell you something. I know it is hard, especially because all of us were looking forward to this whole weekend for so long but I must ask you to leave.“

„Chad, we are in this together, some more than others, I think.“ Stewart observed a rather clingy Mary Jane lookalike approaching the 'fearsome' spider wannabe. Bill ignored his envy. He promised to behave. Rosy was a free individual and Chad let her. Maybe one day she would... nah... he rejected the absurd thought chain and snatched some flips from the bowl. They were rather tasty.

Chad gave up, it was impossible to shake off his ex. She found a linking in hugging her new fluffy couch-mate and being cramped in between all of them didn't make it any easier.

Making out the little maniacs is hard when you can only see through mesh eyes with a limited field of vision. Chad found three other spiders. For some strange reason they were just sitting there. They didn't move or anything. The only active one of them was the dancing queen still breakdancing on the table.

The group was having fun for some hours and the living room was a mess afterwards. After a marathon of dvd watching the group decided to to take a break outside. All of them were leaving the room. All but one.

„Rose, I know it must be hard for you but can you let go off me now? My arms are numb.“

„I am sorry, you are so soft and I would take you to my place if I could.“

„Rose...“ Chad tried to tell her. She still expected him to come back. After everything that happened.

„It is never to late, we can start anew. My name is MJ, pleased to meet you.“ Rose ignored his words comletely and forced his plushy head open. For one last time he tried to shove her away but his 'grip' was nothing worth mentioning. In a nick of time she stared in his face. There was no doubt. She still loved him. Her eyes were speaking volumes. Her lips were coming closer and closer. Both of her hands were forcing his reluctant head to her. There was no escape now. Impact.

„Ouch, what was that.“ Roseanne withdrawed with a confused facial expression.

„What's up?“

„I guess something just...I don't know, I guess it bit me.“ Roseanne found the culprit on her collar and snapped it away.

„I tried to tell you...“

„You are a peculiar human being, Chad Perkins, you know that? Why didn't you call for an exterminator?“

„The less you know the better I can protect you. Believe me. You must leave. NOW.“

„I think you are exaggerating. Fine. I will collect my belongings and you will tell me tomorrow.“

„Good, since you made it that far. Can you lend me your help this time? I need to go to the... you know...“ Chad was having a bad feeling about this. The suit could be opened with ease. No comparation to the last time. Finally free, he allowed himself to relax, in the bathroom that is. The bad feeling only increased but the thought that maybe he could save them all was satisfying. They were just tiny, stupid spiders after all, weren't they?

To care himself with same distraction Chad took a shower and forgot about the time, completely. It was really beneficial and revovering. The calmness was pleasent. By now the guests must have left, Chad hoped.

But something was off. Not even did he glimpse just two of the mostly twenty spiders around him, the guests weren't emitting any sound whatsoever.

Chad had a bad feeling and finally gave in to his curiosity.

What awaited him there was unsettling...

All of his friends were still there and, as a warm welcome, a hissing spider ordered him to dress up in that nasty thing again. Being spider suited Chad at least had some time to analyze the whole scenario:

There were four spider cocoons. Roseannes hair shimmered through the surface but apart from that Chad couldn't define who was in which cocoon.

„I can't believe it!“ Chad shouted into the room, adressing every evil arachnid inside.

„Why can't you leave my friends in piece, you got me. Isn't this enough?!“

Ten spiders were bringing a tiny prospect, a rather familiar one.

„Not this again. Can't you see I am already wearing this?“

Two spiders fell over on their back and flailing with their tiny legs. The other eight scattered and positioned themselves on the heads of the four cocooned individuals. Two spiders on each head.

Two spiders wered pointing with their tiny legs to the product photo, that he recongnized more than anything. The spider-duet groups began their crazy dance. It seemed rather aggressive. A primal tribe dance of some sort. Chad dawned what they were possibly implying. The spiders on the victims' heads were begining to race in circles, faster and faster.

„Ah, I understand, you want me to 'help' them.

„You can't seriously think that... No way. They are human beings. Can't you comprehend what I am trying to tell? Come one, this is ridiculous.“ A spider crawled up right on his mesh eyes and stared at him.

„Can't we at least negotiate?“

The spider crawled inside and gave its direct answer.

„Ouch, I guess that's a no, then.“

The daybreak began and the rays of the sun drove the spiders into hiding. A tiny time gap was everything he needed.

It took Chad many minutes to escape his plushy prison once again and even more to dig out a pair of scissors or at least a usable knife.

As expected, the former guests were speechless, terrified and rushed outside without even looking back.

Chad hoped it was over.

He was wrong again.

Bill was the first one who called.

„WHY THE HELL DIDN'T YOU WARN US?“

„I tried to but you didn't listen.“

„THOSE LITTEL BASTARDS INVADED MY LIFE AND I CAN'T SHAKE THEM!“

„Can you reduce your voice a little, my heads is still pounding...“

„THEY WON'T STOP BITING ME.“ Bill began to calm down a little. Then he came up with the reason of his call.

„What am I supposed to do to get them off my heels? Please tell me, is it money?“

„It's nothing like that. They want you to... how do I put it right... look the part.“

„You mean... this thing you are wearing? They want me to look like that too? I don't have the money for such nons... OUCH... damn f*ckers, I smash you all!“

„Believe me, I tried, they are unexpedly intelligent and far too fast for us.“ Chad tried to reason.

Bill sighed.

„What about the others? I haven't heard from them since the party.“

„Well, maybe, most probably, they are in a similar situation.“

A text message appeared on Chad's smartphone. Roseanne and the other three were standing there, pointing their plushy spider arms directly to the lense.