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Lookie lookie look! It's than part 3 of this fic like one shot thingy! And aaaaaaa, this part is my most favorite and fun to write cause just raaaaaaa! Go and read it to find out why!
Warnings:
! A moment of gore (It's not heavy but it's there so keep that in mind /I will add a "////" warning line for this moment so if you're not comfortable, skip the reading to next "////" ) =>
! Bit more detailed written "switch" from Peter to Goblin-Pete and his rambling about what he feels while it happens.
! Just a lot of action and pain for all of them, also panic attacks and hallucinations (I couldn't help myself, my nature was ripping me apart to write in my dark style kjkjkjjkjk XD)
And that's it! Enjoy!

"Harry, i'm so glad to see you again" Peter said and gave Harry a high five. It was nice to finally have some small and peaceful moments with his best friend. Lately his life has been a complete upside down and he was missing these calm moments.

"Same Pete, it's been so long since... Never mind, let's just go, i bought some pizza to celebrate!" Harry said and smiled. Peter nodded and they both walked in Harry’s room. Collapsing on the sofa, Peter turned the game on, their fight begin.

At first Harry was winning, but then few secret presses on buttons, plus his quick thinking and Peter has won. The main character was once again a winner, "Heck yeah! 1 to 0 and all is done great!" He laughed and looked at Harry who only smirked at this. Second round had started.

1 to 1 then 1 to 2 and when it was 2 to 2, they looked at each other. Knowing that only one of them going to win, they had to put all their skills and urge to win in this final fight. Few moments of silence passed, few beats of hearts and their final match started.

"You're going to lose, Patrioteer, just admit it!" Peter said and pressed on few buttons to make special move, but Harry blocked it. Letting out quiet growl of anger Peter started to press buttons with double speed. He won’t lose.

"We'll see about that, Spiderman" Harry chuckled and started to use his secret combinations and combos. When both of heroes had less than 20 hp, they stopped the game and looked at each other. Both pair of blue eyes filled with same determination.

After few moments the game started again. Take that! With this thought Peter made special move and Harry was left with only 1hp, while he still had his 10hp. It was a win. Only one hit was left to be done and he will win.

I won’t lose. I won’t lose. I will win. He didn’t notice how sinister grin crawled on his lips. He was too focused on the game. Yet right in the moment Pete was ready to use his secret combo, he felt sharp pain that made him gasp and catch his neck as if he was chocking.

Harry didn't notice it and, pressing few buttons, used combo. He won the game, "Oh yeah! Do you see it? Do you see it now? I won!" He raised his fist in the air and laughed, "Now you will have to do my homework for a week Pete and you will----" His voice died down when he looked at Peter, "Pete!" He quickly threw the joystick away and hurried to him.

Peter felt like he was burning and it only confirmed to be right when he felt how Harry touched his forehead and quickly stood on legs to call for help, "I-i'm o-okay" He whispered and smiled weakly, trying to prove it to his friend.

"I-it just hap-ppens sometimes" Pete added and shook his head. It was true. From time to time he was feeling like this. Phantom pain and sickness, but it was always disappearing without a trail after few moments of agony.

"Pete, you sure you're okay? I don't think this is supposed to happen, even if just sometimes" Harry said, looking at him. Taking deep breath, Pete nodded and smiled a bit wider, "You sure? Maybe it's better to go to uhhhh... Right. We can't go to hospital"

"Yeah, just imagine me going to the doctor and saying..." Peter took deep breath and tried not to laugh at what he was about to say, stood, "Hello sir or hello ma'am! I've got a small tiny little problem here, you see, i was injected with something called Goblin serum a pretty while ago and now sometimes i turn into a monstrous creature with no control over myself, is there any medicine you could recommend me?"

There was a moment of silence after this and then both Peter and Harry burst into uncontrollable laughing. They were laughing so hard that Peter fell on the floor while Harry, as if he was a rug, collapsed on the sofa.

This sounded too stupid and too funny to be an idea they can try and do and it was for sure. This laughing lasted for not so long, but it was enough for them to feel exhausted. It’s so nice to finally be able to laugh like this. Peter smiled at the thought.

"A-awesome joke i-I admit it!" Harry wheezed and coughed. His stomach was hurting because of this laughing. Peter only whined in respond and, not being able to laugh any longer, only coughed few times, trying to calm down.

"I hadn’t laughed like this in forever!" Peter laughed a bit and, looked at Harry. Harry was already sitting and looking at him. Rolling his eyes, Peter coughed quietly. He was still lying on the floor and trying to breath.

But soon enough he slowly stood on his knees. His whole body hurt, but he was glad that he finally managed to have his moment of laughing and joking around. It was such a rare moment of peace and calminess that it looked as nothing but a sweet dream that will soon end.

(Honestly, ever since all that happened, i miss the old times, when your friendly neighbor Spiderman was joking around and feeling no fear that his friends would get hurt. And not just get hurt but get hurt by his own hands. Or claws... Or clawed hands?)
Suddenly giant stage appeared and he was standing right under the bright spotlight while people were looking at him with rage and right above his head was neon word: "Guilty"
(Yeah, not the best feeling to feel. Don't recommend to anyone)

Peter smiled a bit when saw how Harry handed a hand to help him stand, “Thanks, Har” He took his hand and immediately his heart skipped a beat. He felt the same pain he was always feeling and this time it wasn't phantom. It was real.

His eyes widened when he saw his hand quickly turned mossy-green and nails turned into claws. This made Peter quickly crawl away from his best friend and look at his trembling clawed hand with eyes full of fear.

"Pete, calm down, it's okay, just remain calm" Peter looked at Harry and saw that his friend didn't believe the words he himself was saying. But Peter was still glad that his friend didn’t run away from him when he was about to turn in the raging half-goblin.

Taking deep breath in and out, Peter was trying to breath, to remain calm. The more he was breathing, the less painful it was becoming. His turning also seemed to slow down, “Wait here, I’ll go get something that might help” Harry said and quickly hurried out of the room, leaving him all alone.

"Deep breath, one in and one out. Just breathe. It's alright. It won't happen again. Just breathe." He took another deep breath and tried to calm his furiously beating heart down. He remembered what happened last time he started to panic and he didn't want to feel the same pain again.

It was horrible. The only memory of it was hurting as if it was happening in reality. The feeling of his skin burning, his bones breaking and shifting, eyes feeling like they are burned out and recreated again. It was horrible. He didn't want to feel it ever again.

And he won't. He has to breathe. Just keep breathing. It's alright. Everything's going to be alright. He felt that he was still changing, still turning, but the pain was bearable and his min-- Most part of his mind was clear.

Everything was calm and quiet. He was still breathing. Everything was okay. Everything.... Until, "I hate you!" Peter's eyes snapped open. Sharp pain hit him right in the heart, making him groan and squeeze the fabric, trying to get to his heart, "I hate you, Spider-man!"

He looked around in slight panic and confusion. The voice... It was Harry's voice, "I hate you, Spider-man! Leave me and my dad alone!" His heart beat started to speed up. No. No, no, no, no. Peter took another deep breath.

it's all because of this serum. It messes with your head. Harry left, he can't say it. He left, you are all alone. You are all alone in this giant place. A perfect place to let his anger out, to destroy everything before his eyes…

NO! He shook his head and grimaced, feeling that change slowly started move on his ears, making them sharper and pointy. No. No destruction. Destroying is a bad thing. Heroes don't destroy! Heroes don't hurt. Heroes help. They don't hurt. They help. They only help!

Peter took deep breath to calm down. Destruction is not an answer, "Oh is it?" Peter's eyes widened. That voice. He knew to who this voice belonged but... No. No he can't be back. He can't possibly be back. It's all in his head. All in his head. Just in his head.

He is not back, he can’t be back! You’re just going mad. You’re just losing your mind because of this serum. It's all in your head, it's not real, "Not real you say?" Peter jumped and turned around when this voice whispered right in his pointy ear.

Widen eyes full of fear kept looking around the room, but saw nothing. It was all just in his head. Just in his head. Suddenly loud sound was heard and his ears perked up. He looked there and for a split second saw shadowy figure.

It was him. It was nothing but a shadow, but he knew that it was him. The Goblin. He was the one whispering all these thoughts in his head. He was the one playing with him. He was... Peter screamed when sharp pain hit him in the head. it was an agony.

He felt as if his being was split in two. One him and another one... The Goblin creature, "He's a maniac who ruined everything!" Harry's voice yelled at him, making Peter close his pointy ears in useless attempts to make in shut up.

"This all is your fault! You do nothing but ruin everything!" His heart beat kept on speeding up. Just like the change. His whole body felt like it was on fire. He didn't even notice when tears started to drop from his eyes.

"You are nothing but a monster!" Voice kept yelling, "A freak! A menace!" Peter deepened claws in his skin, making it bleed, "You should he locked away! Nobody will want a help from a creature like you!" Pain was everything he felt. Not only physical, but also mental.

It was horrible to hear all of this. Now he knew how Norman must have felt. "Nobody will ever want to see you again after they will know about your little 'secret'" Goblin's voice whispered in his ear, "They will see you as a freak, a monster that should be taken down before it’s going to destroy them..."
Peter gritted his teeth that were breaking and becoming sharp, "Break their bones, crash their skulls and laugh at their misery... Laugh at their dea----"

"Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!" He yelled with all the strength of his lungs. His voice rose octave or two higher than it supposed to be. He couldn't take it anymore. These thoughts were messing with his mind. He wanted to hurt them, to destroy them. To make them feel miserable. He wanted to break them.

Not understanding what he's doing, he stood on his clawed feet and destroyed the first thing that got in his hands. Then another and another. All he felt was pain. All his being was screaming in pain and agony. He wanted to destroy everything, every little thing that will be in his way. He will make everyone suffer, he will kill them all!

He hadn't even notice that most part of Harry's room was broken, that it was destroyed. He didn't notice anything that was happening around him. All he cared about was pain and destructive thoughts. Destroy. Destroy. DESTROY. Was all he heard. Raising his clawed hand to destroy another thing, he felt sharp pain.

Falling on the floor, he kept screaming. His head was splitting in two because of this pain. It was too painful, he felt like he was dying. Something was tearing him apart, making him want to break his head, make it bleed, open it and take out his brain, all his insides to make this pain stop. He was screaming so loudly that he didn't hear anything else.

He didn't hear how his friend returned, how a pocket Harry was holding fell on the floor, how something shattered. He didn't hear anything except for his scream and then suddenly... It all stopped. Everything became silent. No more pain, no more agonizing scream. Nothing. Just silence. Silence and quiet heavy breathing.

He was still lying on the floor and shaking, he didn’t notice Harry yet. He didn’t even realize what he had done. Sudden quiet sound made his ears rise higher. Completely yellow eyes moved to the source of the sound and saw familiar figure.

He didn’t see the figure’s face, but he was able to hear his fast breathing. The one who was standing there was scared. A moment passed, another and the figure started to run away. Something clicked in his head. It was his prey. And his prey was getting away.

With loud snarl, the monster started to run after the teenager. After Peter’s friend. It was a deadly chase. He was a giant hungry wolf, and he was chasing after an auburn rabbit. He was a predator, and he had a prey to hunt down.

His clawed feet left giant scratch marks on the floor when he turned to the right. He saw how the boy run in one of the rooms, how he locked the door. Low growling escaped his throat when he hit the door with all the strength he had.

It didn’t open. He must have blocked it from the inside. Letting out primal howl, he dashed further. He had to find a way how to get to his prey. His movements were grace, yet animalistic. He wasn't Peter. Not anymore. He was something else. Something dangerous. Something wild. Something... Gobliny.

Gobliny... Harry shut his eyes at horrible memories from the past when his father was the goblin, when Harry almost didn't become the new Goblin himself. He remembered that Spiderman was always helping them, saving them, even when Harry hated him. He was always helping everyone, but... But who's going to help him now?

Who will be able to save Spiderman from an enemy in the reflection? He was his own enemy and all because of this... curse. This thing has many names, but all of them were perfectly explaining what this Goblin serum does to everyone who gets injected with it. It changes them. Infects them. Corrupts them.

Smashing one of the monitors, Goblin-Peter let out loud roar. He was angry, so angry. With a snarl, he broke the table, then the chair before destroying the bookshelf. Something didn't feel right. Something inside the Half-Goblin wasn’t right. He was too… wild.

Shaking his head, the monster dashed back to the locked door. Not stopping, it hit the door with all the strength he had. The door didn't open and it made him howl in pain and fury. The howl made Harry’s blood turn cold. It was too loud, too agonizing... Too familiar.

Harry was able to hear his friend screaming in pain behind the animalistic howl. Peter was hurting as much as the creature was, or he was hurting even more, after all he was trapped in his own body, lost in the madness of Goblin formula.

The Goblin creature let out quiet growling and hit the door once again. This time it made the door crack. Hitting it again and again, the monster was slowly breaking it. He was able to see Peter’s friend there. He was able to see his prey.

His yellow eyes opened a bit when he saw how Harry dashed towards the vent and opened it. Rage rose even higher when he remembered what Peter taught his friend. His human and pathetic half dared to share their secrets with his pathetic friend.

With loud snarl, the monster hit the door again, then again and again. Finally running in the room, he immediately dashed towards the vent. He heard quiet footsteps that were getting away. His prey was getting away.

Crawling in the vent, he started to move further, trying to move faster. With rage burning in his soul, he didn’t see the difference between playing and killing. He kills everybody and destroys everything he sees. He did it once and he was about to do it again.

Finally crawling out of the vent, he roared, signaling to Harry that his time has been ticking and ticking fast. This thing wasn’t Peter. He wasn’t a hero that saved this city. He was a monster, a feral predator. The half-goblin.

Goblin-Peter turned to the right and saw his prey. The auburn teenager was ready to wear his suit. He was so stupid to think that it will save him. With dangerous growl the brown haired half-goblin jumped in his direction.

But he dodged. He managed to dodge again and all because Peter was training him and because his human self was worried for his friend’s safety. Taking raged inhale, the monster suddenly stopped, seeing the teenager right before him.

Harry was frozen with fear, his blue eyes were locked on his feral face, while he looking at him with pure rage. His eyes were trembling and his body was shaking. His prey was so close, just take one step forward and cut his chest open, yet he didn’t move.

Instead he let out quiet growl. The growl was full of anger, but also pain. He saw how Harry’s eyes widened a bit. He must have thought Peter was trying to break free, how pathetic. He’s stronger than Parker. WAS and always WILL be.

Taking a step towards Harry, he flinched a bit. One of his bones cracked loudly. Then another and another. With each new step he was taking, the more his bones were cracking and breaking. Yet there wasn’t any trail of pain on his face, only rageful expression that was slowly turning into smirk.

"Harry... Osborn..." He growled. His voice was different. It was rougher, it was lower. It was so much like Goblin's voice. Taking another step towards him, he finally stepped in the light. He finally showed himself to the teenager.

Smirk crawled on his lips. His bones continued to break and shift. With each new step he was becoming bigger. His muscles were becoming visible. He was starting to look so much alike to the original Goblin. Taking final step towards Harry, he stopped.

He was looking at Harry as if he was a street rat. Nothing, but a small rabbit. He saw how he was looking at him. He saw terror in his prey’s eyes, he saw how he took a step back. He was so small. So miserable and so weak.

One beat of a heart and he dashed in hero’s direction. The boy dodged from the attack and started to run away once again. But this time the monster won’t let him escape. He caught him by his leg and raised him in the air, before throwing against the floor.

His ears perked up a bit when he heard how his bones cracked, eyes shined brightly when he saw blood starting to stream from his mouth. With one move, he caught him in a tight hold and started to choke him. Quiet and low laughing was escaping the monster’s throat.

He saw how his prey was trying to break free, but it was useless. Harry was barely able to break free from Peter's hold, and only because he wasn't holding with full strength, but this.... It was impossible. He won’t let him escape.

Sinister smirk crawled on his lips when he saw how Harry started to cough. Blood was still streaming from his mouth, making it even harder for him to breathe. Completely yellow eyes locked on his face. On his very familiar face.

Suddenly memories rushed to him. It was something new. He… Didn’t see these bits before, he HAD to know everything, he had full access to Peter’s memory, yet he didn’t remember this one.
He saw how Peter and his friend were talking about Peter’s problem, about him, how he was telling that he will deal with it by himself, because he's afraid to hurt his pathetic friend again.
How Harry told him that they are friends and he will help him with all he can.
How Peter wasn't sure.
How Peter’s friend told him that he will never hurt him.
How Peter smiled, finally believing him.
...
But it wasn't true...
It was nothing...
But a sweet lie....
Because the monster that lives within won’t lose.
Not this time.

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With a low growl, he attacked. Loud scream ringed in the silence. He threw Harry on the floor and watched how he coughed up even more blood. His body was shaking, blood from his clawed hand was dripping on the floor.

Yellow eyes shined brighter when he saw how Harry raised his hand, how he touched his face. Eyes widened. He saw how realization crawled in his tiny brain and it made him want to laugh, “What’s wrong? Don’t like the gift I gave you?” He hissed.

He felt terror that was coming from the teenager, he was able to see pain in his eyes and he wanted more. Taking a step towards him, he growled, “Run” This phrase was enough to make Peter’s friend stand on his shakily legs and run again.

Now, looking at how small rabbit was getting away, he better than ever felt that he is a giant wolf. That he is a predator, a hunter. Loud roar of excitement broke out of his throat when he dashed after Harry Osborn. After Peter’s friend.

It was easy to track him. The smell of blood and the red trail on the floor were showing where he is, where he went. Turning to the right, he saw him. He was close to the door. Close to freedom. Not this time.

With a move of a lightning, he attacked. Giant smirk crawled on his lips when he saw how Harry gasped, how even more blood started to stream from his mouth. He was shaking, he was having hard time breathing.

“This is it, young Osborn” He growled in Harry’s ear, “This is the end” He saw how his Harry’s head slowly dropped, how he looked down, at his chest, “You think you know what pain is?” He asked, moving closer, “Let me show you”

With quick move he pulled his clawed hand back. He giggled when saw how Harry gasped, almost choking on his own blood from the pain, “Do you… understand now?” He saw how Harry looked at him, slowly and fearfully.

“Goodbye Peter’s friend” Harry took a step back when his eyes shined even brighter. The hunter had won, “Say hello to your mother…” With is he attacked again. One move of a clawed hand and everything ended.

Harry’s body felt numb. His vision blurred. Everything turned dark. His body hit the floor. It was the end. It was the end of Harry Osborn. It was the end of his life. The monster had finally caught him. Finally made him pay for stealing what was his. What is his.

But the story wasn't over. It wasn't over yet. Not for it. Tightening the grip on Harry's heart, till the moment it snapped and blood started to stream on the floor, he laughed. His loud laughter was becoming louder and louder until there was nothing but this laughter.

Goblin-Peter’s laughter filled everything.
He finally did it.
He killed Harry Osborn.
He killed Peter’s friend.
He will finally return what was rightfully his.
He will finally be the son. The Goblin can be proud in…

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"HARRY!" High pitch scream filled his ears. Moving forward in an attempt to catch someone before he disappeared made him feel pain in his body. His eyes snapped open. Breathing was hard. Heart was beating very fast.

Not caring about anything, he looked around. His widen full of terror eyes fell on the floor, then on the walls and lastly on Harry. On his best friend. He was okay. He was alive. He was alive... Peter let out quiet sigh of relief.

Harry didn't die, he was alive, he was living. He didn't kill his best friend. He didn't hurt his friend. He didn't. Peter winced when felt something hot. Raising his hand, he touched his cheek. Tears... His hot tears that were streaming down his cheeks...

Quickly wiping them, he looked around. He knew this place so well, but never thought that he’ll end up here. He never thought that he will end up like this. A freak. A half blood creature. He wasn't human. He wasn't Goblin. He was nothing but a freak. There shouldn't be any spider men who turned into Goblin. it wasn't right. it was wrong... So wrong...

"Peter" His eyes widened upon hearing the voice. Looking to the left, he finally saw someone he didn't notice before. Norman Osborn. The sight of the man gave strange feeling in his stomach. The man was sitting there and looking at him, studying him, waiting for his reaction.

"Can i have a word with you?" Norman asked slowly and quietly, trying not to startle him even more. It was sorta nice. After all he and Norman got a lot closer ever since all the events that happened. It was strange, but… He was starting to like the company of Harry and his father even more. He started to like to spend time with the Osborns.

They shared so many memories and… even curses. In one way or another. Yet, seeing that Norman was also injured, Peter felt even worse, "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry Mister Osborn. I didn't mean for any of this to happen." Peter quickly said, feeling even worse than before. Is it even possible to feel even worse?

"There's no need to apologize." Peter's eyebrow flew up in surprise, "Harry told me everything he knew. It wasn't you wanting me dead" These words made him feel sick in stomach, "It was the Half-Goblin. At least, that's what Harry called it" Norman said and looked at him with serious stare, "How did it happen, Peter?"

He gulped, trying to make the large lump in his throat disappear, "It..." He coughed, his voice came up higher and harsher than he expected, "It... I don't know sir. All i remember that we went on the mission and then i heard a voice" He saw how Norman's eyes brow flew up a bit.

"Yes. It was... It felt familiar and i knew that it was dangerous to follow it but... Something made me" He remembered what happened back then. He remembered the voice that was whispering to him to follow it. The more he was telling, the more he was remembering.

"I followed it and got away from my team and then... Nothing." He saw Osborn's confused stare, "I don't remember what happened next. All i remember was pain and..." He stopped. He couldn't finish the sentence. He knew that he had to. But... There was no need to. Not with the man in front of him.

He saw how Norman’s stare softened. The man knew what pain he felt at that moment, "Turning into the Goblin hurts" Norman said automatically. He only nodded, silently agreeing with him. There was a moment of silence between the two.

A moment that made them both realize that they became much more alike. They both knew what it feels like to be cursed. Norman used to be The Goblin. Peter became the sometimes turning into Half-Goblin creature.

"Mr. Osborn" His voice was quiet, quieter than a whisper. His throat still hurt after roaring as a monster and screaming as a human. He didn't know what he wants to say. That he's sorry. That it was all his fault. That he needs Norman's help with finding the cure. That he hates himself for being a weakling who's able to save tons of people but not able to save himself.

"How does it feel like?" Peter looked at Norman. He felt a little bit insecure seeing how the man was looking at him. There was will to study Peter's anomaly phenomenon, almost as if he was nothing but a lab rat.

Peter clenched and unclenched his hands nervously when Norman leaned a bit forward, "Turning..." Peter's face paled a bit because of the pieces of memories that flashed in his mind, "You react to Goblin serum differently, unlike me."

"Perhaps it's because it was created using my DNA?" He asked, not completely sure himself, "Maybe i do have some sort of immune to it this is why i can't turn fully, nor permanently" He sighed and looked at his best friend.

"I shouldn't have dragged him… Anyone in this mess... He didn't deserve to deal with all this.” He sighed heavily, “I thought we'll never see the Goblin... Again" He lowered his head a bit. The statement was quite painful for both of them.

For Norman, because he used to be the Goblin, and for Peter... Because he was half-goblin anomaly. Both Spider man and the Goblin creature. He was an anomaly, "It... hurts" Peter sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"It feels like all my inside outs are getting burned, like my bones break, like my skin gets ripped apart" With each new words even more of painful memories were appearing in his mind, making his breathing speed up.

"I feel like i'm dying..." He remembered the extreme pain in his head, the pain that makes him pass out, "And something else reborns from my ashes" He remembered loud roar that was always filling his ears before he was disappearing in the black void.

"Something similar to me but too wild, too dark, too destructive, too… Gobliny" He lowered his head even more, “And I get to feel what it feels, what it wants. I don’t know what excactly, I just… feel what he feels”

"And this happens every time you turn..." Norman said. It wasn't a question, it was statement. Peter only nodded, still not looking at him. He still remembered how he was hurting the first time it happened. How horrifying it was.

He remembered how his bones were shifting and breaking. How he was losing himself in the destructive rage, in want to destroy, to kill, to set chaos everywhere and… His eyes opened a bit. In want to feel wanted. In want to have someone who will be… proud of him.

"I don't understand why it happens" He said finally and looked at his hands, for one second they looked like mossy-green clawed paws, but one blink of the eyes and they were his normal hands, "This feels wrong" He sighed and looked at Norman.

Seeing how the man was looking at him, he looked away. He didn't know why, but he felt rage, the pure destructive rage and want to attack him. This thing… it had such conflicting feelings towards his creator. A lot has happened between them.

"Harry said, you two were trying to find the cure." Norman said and saw how he nodded, still not looking at him. Peter’s nails were deep in his arm, so deep that it started to bleed. Something wasn’t right. Inside him.

"I assume this can be because Goblin serum in your veins isn't stable. You don't stay in Goblin form like i did, you change between them..." Normal slowly looked at the door. His face darkened a bit, "Interesting..."

"It must be interesting to see that i have to suffer... So interesting for a Goblin who cares about no one except for his pathetic ugly self..." Peter hissed before quickly closing his mouth with a hand in shock. It wasn’t him who said this. He never would have said this.

Slowly looking at Norman Osborn, he saw how the man was looking at him with surprise. Peter blinked and slowly lowered his hand, "I’m sorry mister Osborn. I didn't mean this. I-i don't know what came over me"

Something was wrong. He shouldn't feel all this rage. He shouldn't want to tear Norman apart. He shouldn't want to deepen his nails-- claws into Norman's flesh and split him in two. He shouldn't want to destroy everything here.

His breathing speed up, everything started to blur before his eyes. He shouldn't want to break free, to run somewhere else. Away. Away from all of them. Away from this light. Into the dark side. Into the darkness. Where he belongs.

"Peter!" Suddenly, as if someone turned the light on, he snapped back to senses. He didn't notice how he stood, he didn't notice that he took Norman by his collar, he didn't even notice that he wanted to punch him until now.

Until… Until the moment the man called him by his name, until... Peter quickly let go of Norman and stepped back. He fell backwards again and whined in pain when hit his best friend's head, waking him up.

"Argh... What's going o--" Harry's eyes widened when he saw Peter. Peter winced when heard his voice and looked at him with wide eyes, he felt how his heart pounced in his chest. Too quickly, too painfully, it wasn’t a normal heartbeat rate.

"Pete!" Peter didn’t even have a moment to understand what’s going on when he was hugged. His best friend held him close and didn’t want to let go. It looked as if Harry feared that letting go of him, will make him disappear.

Even if he was happy to see his friend safe and awake, he was still feeling frightened. Feeling small pain, Peter weakly tried to break free from Harry's grip. After a few moments his friend finally understood what he needed.

Finally feeling freedom, he crawled a bit away from his friend and caught his hurting cheek. He was trying to breathe to calm down his panic. His breathing was rapid and hard. He didn’t see how both Osborn's exchanged worried looks behind his back.

After a few moments his breathing became normal, mark disappeared, leaving only scar-like skin where it used to be, "I'm okay" He whispered and, letting go of his cheek, kept breathing deeply and slowly, "I'm okay. Just... I'm still getting used to all of this..." He smiled a bit.

(And not gonna lie, this is the hardest thing to do. Pain and all this turning sure is... Not very nice)
Chibi version of Spider Man looked at Peter Parker who turned into half-goblin creature and roared at him
(But it's nothing compared to having rageful thoughts. Wouldn't want to hurt someone while having one of them)

"Is this an often thing to happen?" Peter looked at Harry, "I don't remember you ever saying anything about... Wait. You didn't tell me about this. Nor you told me about your passing outs..." Peter felt like he was caught red handed.

And now, seeing how Harry was looking at him. With such disappointment and betrayal, he couldn't help, but to agree to a sudden thought to knock his friend out. Small smile crawled on his lips at the thought before he realized what he agreed to and bit his lip nervously.

"You shouldn't worry about this, Harr. I'm fine. Really! I've dealt with a lot of villains, monsters, freaks and other villanious creatures!" He surprisingly found out that his voice was a lot louder and stronger than before.

"Heck, i even beat original Goblin's ass down! There's nothing that won't be possible for me to deal with!" He said loudly and only after a moment noticed Norman's face and coughed a bit, "Sorry Mr. Osborn."

"Says the one who keeps screaming at night" Peter looked at Harry with 'wait what?!' stare, that made Harry sigh, "Your Aunt told me about this. She said you keep on tossing and begging for someone to stop."

Peter frowned when he saw how his friend looked around, as if checking if no one was listening, "Is it... Somehow connected to that thing?" Peter only blinked a him, trying to understand what he's talking about.

A few moments of silence passed and sudden memory hit him, "Nightmare. Always the same nightmare. I'm being chased and then..." His eyes widened at sudden realization, "And then nothing. I fall into the dark void. There's nothing except for the loud voices. I can't understand what they say. But... But i think they... Try to tell me something?" He said slowly, not surely.

"Or more like you are slowly going crazy because of that juice, web head" Peter and two Osborns looked at the door and saw there they saw Spider-Man's classic team of White tiger, Nova, Power man and Iron fist.

All of them were looking at him in silence as if studying him. Nova was the first one to get close to him and stare right in his face, "Your ears were way pointier the last time i saw you and the green parts on your skin are gone"

Sudden anger rose higher in his soul and tightened the grip on his heart. Peter unconsciously let out a quiet warning growl at Nova before quickly closing his mouth with a hand. Why the heck it keeps on happening?

He lowered his hand a bit and looked at Nova, who was a bit alarmed, "Had nothing smart to say so joked instead?" It sounded a bit rude, but he didn't care. For the first time he enjoyed being rude. Nova didn't look that pleased with an answer.

"Well, i don't think i need to remind you of what thing you were when we saw you the last time" He said, crossing arms on his chest, "Or did you also lost your memories when you changed back?" His tone was quiet, yet annoying.

Peter's face darkened upon hearing what he said. Nova rolled his eyes, seeing his reaction, "No? Well that's good because telling how we beat your monstrous ass down would be too hurtful for a hero to hear." Now he felt rage.

"Don't you joke it about! It was Harry who did most of job! If it wasn't for him and Miles, i wouldn't have been talking to you right now!" Peter snarled a him, making Nova feel even more alarmed, especially something green shined somewhere deep within Peter’s blue eyes.

"You're just glad that you weren't even there in the first place and didn't have to deal with that raging beast!" His hands clenched in fists. Words were coming out of his mouth along with quiet raged growling.

"Woah, alright, alright chill! Didn't know you became so aggressive" Nova flew a bit away from him, in case he will try to bite him. But he only rolled his eyes and automatically looked at two Osborns. Seeing their stares, he understood that went a bit too far.

But… He felt something in his chest tremble at the thought… It actually felt quite good… Maybe… Just maybe snapping at people who piss him off isn't so bad after all? Maybe he can be… Just a little bit… More like… him?

"Alright, yeah, you're right. That was not so nice to say" Peter quickly agreed, but deep down he felt something roar in excitement and couldn't not agree with it. For the first time he felt small moment of connection with that thing.

"And sorry about all the damage i caused" He said, snapping out of his thoughts. Looking up, he saw White tiger and Iron fist who exchanged stares. Quiet growling in his chest got louder as if telling him to snarl at them.

"Now that you're cured, we won't have to worry about any of it repeating" Iron Fist said and walked closer to him, but blinked when noticed how Peter looked at two Osborns. They learned to understand each other without saying even a single word, "You are cured... right?"

"Not exactly" Harry said, seeing that he doesn't feel comfortable with talking about this, "We are still trying to find a cure" And it wasn't a lie. Peter was trying to find the cure, and Harry was helping him, "But it's not like what happened back then can suddenly happen again. There's always some sort of alarm... Right?" Harry asked, not quite sure.

Pete only nodded and it made his friend sigh in relief. It brought some mixed feelings in his soul, "Yeah. And Harry helps me to sort it all out, kind of" Peter said a bit awkwardly, not completely sure what to add more.

The answer to him was silence that didn't tell him any good news. The only thought that it can be not the first time when this will happen wasn't anything of a happy thing. More like completely dark and bad.

"So, this means it's not the first time we'll see that thing, huh?" Power man asked slowly. Peter only looked down at his feet, not saying anything. Every time something was stressing him up, he was always starting to feel sick.

And the more stress there was, the sicker he was feeling and the only theory he had, wasn't something he was glad to know. But he couldn't be sure on whole 100%, he had to ask someone. He had to know from someone who knew about this better than anybody else.

(And the only known person here is Norman Osborn, because, as we all remember, he was the original Goblin and maybe he might know or remember something from that time)
Four chibi Goblins started to run around Peter's head
(Or maybe i will get the opposite result instead)
He waved his hands in the air, making chibi Goblins disappear
(Hope that whatever it will be, it won't be it)

"So what do you have in plans on this whole... situation?" White tiger asked, walking a bit closer to an infected hero. Peter blinked few times, as if waking up from a dream and quickly looked at her like an alarmed animal.

Studying her face for few moments, and making her feel uncomfortable in the process, he let out a quiet light chuckle, but something about it was off. It made all who heard it feel alarmed. It was too cold. Too harsh. Too unlike his usual one.

"My only plan is to figure out why it keeps on happening and do everything to prevent it or control it, if it's even possible" His voice was much colder that it was supposed to be, but the shine in his eyes belonged to Peter Parker.

"I can't keep changing randomly. Not only it will be expensive" He glared at his ripped boots, "But also dangerous to everyone around me" He looked at all of them, except for Nova and coughed a bit, "I want to understand him. His motives and his goal, the reason why he’s alive"

"Ooooo, looks like that juice hit you too hard in your head, Web head" Nova whistled, making Peter grimace a bit. He noticed that he becomes more sensitive to loud noises when he's stressed. And at that moment he was feeling pretty pissed off.

"Hello! That THING does NOT have any rational motives! It’s nothing, but a wild beast with only goal is to set chaos and destruction everywhere!" He flew right to Peter's face, staring him in the eyes, "Do i need to repeat what I sai---?"

"I GOT IT NOVA!" He roared at Nova and caught him by his collar, looking straight in his eyes, "I'M NOT A MINDLESS IDIOT WHO CAN'T UNDERSTAND WHAT IS SAID TO HIM! I HEARD YOU PERFECTLY, YOU SON OF A BITCH!" His voice got a bit lower and rougher, growling in his voice was heard better than ever.

Panting heavily and trying to hold himself from leaping on Nova. Quiet growling was trembling in his throat. He felt like an animal, a wild beast staring at his prey. Yet, the longer he was staring, the more rage was dying down. He saw pure terror in Nova's eyes.

Blinking rapidly, Peter slowly looked around himself. All of them were looking at him as if he was ready to attack them. As if he turned into that thing again, into that monster... No… He quickly let go of Nova and grit his teeth.

His blood was still boiling with rage. He had to calm down. Taking deep breaths, he tried to cool this rage. He wasn't in danger. He wasn't joked. He was alright. He was okay. He was okay. He was okay. He was…

But… He wasn’t okay. He was able to hear quiet voice somewhere in the back of his mind. The voice was roaring to him that he needs to make Nova pay for everything. Not just for what he said, but for what has happened in the past.

It was roaring at him to show others who's the true leader here. Who is the strongest of all them combined. Who can tear them all apart without any hesitation. It sounded too tempting. He wanted to do it. He wanted, but… He couldn’t.

Fighting with the urge to keep this topic up, he glared at Nova, "Get lost, till i lost it" It was nothing but a whisper, but Nova heard it. Quickly flying away from him and hiding behind Power man, the boy kept staring at the hero.

With quiet growl, he took a deep inhale and looked away. He didn't need any reminders of what happened to him, and he didn't want Nova to press on his already unstable nerves. Peter Parker won’t let anyone bark orders at him. He’s done listening to what people around him say.

"You good, Pete? You look a bit sick..." His hands clenched in fists when he heard what his friend whispered. He didn't answer, he didn’t want to answer. He was so tired of all of them. He wanted to be alone. With a nod, he ran a hand through his hair.

He was feeling so sick of everyone, "Do you need anything?" Peter looked at Harry and only smiled a bit through giant force. He didn't need anything, he just needed some time to calm down after everything that happened. He just wanted some time alone.

"I just need some time alone." He said quietly and looked at the others, "We'll talk later, okay?" They silently nodded and walked out, but White tiger stopped in the doorway and looked at him with serious stare, that made Peter sigh, "I will explain everything, i promise." Satisfied with an answer, she left.

Letting out quiet groan, he collapsed on the bed and stared at the ceiling, "Why are they so pressy of all a sudden?" He mumbled, looking at the lights. Blurred memories blinked before his eyes. Bright lights, sounds of metal… Pain in his neck…

"Maybe because someone got a dangerous problem?" Harry said, looking at him with a smirk. Peter looked at him with disappointed stare and got a light punch in the shoulder as a reply, that made both him and his friend laugh a bit.

"Don't worry, we’ll help you solve this all out. Right, dad?" He looked his father, "Working together will give us more chances to find a cure and then everything will return back to normal" Peter smiled a bit when Harry pat him by his shoulder.

"Yeah... Hopefully" He said quietly. He was able to feel new dose of rage boiling inside of him. Somewhere deep down where his own monsters were hiding... Monsters... Could this thing be his monsters?

The thought made his eyes widen a bit. Could it be nothing but his fears and insecurities formed in the form of a beast he was once fighting against? Maybe... His heart started to beat faster. It is a part of him after all...?

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"Mister Osborn..." His voice was quiet. It's been hours. Long ten hours since their last talk with Harry. They healed enough to be transferred to regular hospital where they now were. Peter Parker and Norman Osborn.

"Can i ask you something?" His heart was beating fast. He was nervous. He wasn’t sure will Norman agree to his idea or will the man say that he’s crazy. He wasn’t sure what to think, not after everything that happened between then. Not after everything that he said to him.

Norman Osborn slowly turned his head to him. They both were standing near an open window, looking at the city streets, listening to sounds coming from there. After few moments of silence, he finally answered, "Anything"

"I... I need to" Peter gulped. It was a stupid thing to say, but he had to. He had to say it, to ask him about it. He just had to, "I need you to promise me something." He said slowly, looking at the man’s reaction. Norman remained calm.

"I need you to..." He took deep breath, finding strength to say what he has to say, "I need you to kill me" These words sounded like a thunder in the summer sky. Norman Osborn looked at him with shock and alarm. Must have thought that I’ve lost my mind.

(With everything that happened, I can’t blame him. I’ve been a goblin creature that tried to kill him, his son, attacked his friends) He sighed (Not to mention how much of the damage I brought to the town and how many mean stuff said to all of them)

"I need you to kill me or stop me, or do anything possible if i turn into that thing again, please" He looked Norman right in the eyes, "I can't bear knowing that i keep on hurting my friend. Your son. Harry... I'm scared that... That one day" Memories of the nightmare flew in his head.

"I'm scared that one day i will kill him." This thought made Peter squeeze his heart. It was painful enough to just think about this, he couldn't imagine how horribly it would have sounded if he said it out loud.

But there was no need to. One glance at the man before him was enough to understand that Norman understood what he meant, because a moment later he, surprisingly, found Norman's hands on his shoulders and blue eyes staring in his own.

"I'm not promising to take you down.” He said. Even though his voice was serious and quiet, it also contained warmth and trust. The bond between the three of them got even stronger. Him, Harry and Norman.

“I am promising, that i won't let anything bad happen. Not to my son, not to you. I will help with all I can to find a cure for this." Norman smiled a bit. The smile made something inside him flip upside down, yet the feeling wasn’t cold like it used to be. It was nice.

Peter Parker, the cursed hero looked in the window, at the sky, at the clouds. He's not alone dealing with this problem. He has friends, he has family. He won’t have to face this alone. He won’t have to deal with this problem alone.

The problem both he and Norman Osborn were familiar with.
The Goblin curse.

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And that's it! RAAAAAAAAAAAA!
This took me A LOT longer than i expected, but hey! It's amazing that i finished with it! And guess what? Like i said... It's HUGE! It has 8114 words! And i was SO excited while writing it all down, you can't even imagine jkKJkjkjkj XDDD
Anyways yes! It's the end of this 3 part fic like one-shots! Hope you enjoyed them all.

Description

Lookie lookie look! It's than part 3 of this fic like one shot thingy! And aaaaaaa, this part is my most favorite and fun to write cause just raaaaaaa! Go and read it to find out why!
Warnings:
! A moment of gore (It's not heavy but it's there so keep that in mind /I will add a "////" warning line for this moment so if you're not comfortable, skip the reading to next "////" ) =>
! Bit more detailed written "switch" from Peter to Goblin-Pete and his rambling about what he feels while it happens.
! Just a lot of action and pain for all of them, also panic attacks and hallucinations (I couldn't help myself, my nature was ripping me apart to write in my dark style kjkjkjjkjk XD)
And that's it! Enjoy!

"Harry, i'm so glad to see you again" Peter said and gave Harry a high five. It was nice to finally have some small and peaceful moments with his best friend. Lately his life has been a complete upside down and he was missing these calm moments.

"Same Pete, it's been so long since... Never mind, let's just go, i bought some pizza to celebrate!" Harry said and smiled. Peter nodded and they both walked in Harry’s room. Collapsing on the sofa, Peter turned the game on, their fight begin.

At first Harry was winning, but then few secret presses on buttons, plus his quick thinking and Peter has won. The main character was once again a winner, "Heck yeah! 1 to 0 and all is done great!" He laughed and looked at Harry who only smirked at this. Second round had started.

1 to 1 then 1 to 2 and when it was 2 to 2, they looked at each other. Knowing that only one of them going to win, they had to put all their skills and urge to win in this final fight. Few moments of silence passed, few beats of hearts and their final match started.

"You're going to lose, Patrioteer, just admit it!" Peter said and pressed on few buttons to make special move, but Harry blocked it. Letting out quiet growl of anger Peter started to press buttons with double speed. He won’t lose.

"We'll see about that, Spiderman" Harry chuckled and started to use his secret combinations and combos. When both of heroes had less than 20 hp, they stopped the game and looked at each other. Both pair of blue eyes filled with same determination.

After few moments the game started again. Take that! With this thought Peter made special move and Harry was left with only 1hp, while he still had his 10hp. It was a win. Only one hit was left to be done and he will win.

I won’t lose. I won’t lose. I will win. He didn’t notice how sinister grin crawled on his lips. He was too focused on the game. Yet right in the moment Pete was ready to use his secret combo, he felt sharp pain that made him gasp and catch his neck as if he was chocking.

Harry didn't notice it and, pressing few buttons, used combo. He won the game, "Oh yeah! Do you see it? Do you see it now? I won!" He raised his fist in the air and laughed, "Now you will have to do my homework for a week Pete and you will----" His voice died down when he looked at Peter, "Pete!" He quickly threw the joystick away and hurried to him.

Peter felt like he was burning and it only confirmed to be right when he felt how Harry touched his forehead and quickly stood on legs to call for help, "I-i'm o-okay" He whispered and smiled weakly, trying to prove it to his friend.

"I-it just hap-ppens sometimes" Pete added and shook his head. It was true. From time to time he was feeling like this. Phantom pain and sickness, but it was always disappearing without a trail after few moments of agony.

"Pete, you sure you're okay? I don't think this is supposed to happen, even if just sometimes" Harry said, looking at him. Taking deep breath, Pete nodded and smiled a bit wider, "You sure? Maybe it's better to go to uhhhh... Right. We can't go to hospital"

"Yeah, just imagine me going to the doctor and saying..." Peter took deep breath and tried not to laugh at what he was about to say, stood, "Hello sir or hello ma'am! I've got a small tiny little problem here, you see, i was injected with something called Goblin serum a pretty while ago and now sometimes i turn into a monstrous creature with no control over myself, is there any medicine you could recommend me?"

There was a moment of silence after this and then both Peter and Harry burst into uncontrollable laughing. They were laughing so hard that Peter fell on the floor while Harry, as if he was a rug, collapsed on the sofa.

This sounded too stupid and too funny to be an idea they can try and do and it was for sure. This laughing lasted for not so long, but it was enough for them to feel exhausted. It’s so nice to finally be able to laugh like this. Peter smiled at the thought.

"A-awesome joke i-I admit it!" Harry wheezed and coughed. His stomach was hurting because of this laughing. Peter only whined in respond and, not being able to laugh any longer, only coughed few times, trying to calm down.

"I hadn’t laughed like this in forever!" Peter laughed a bit and, looked at Harry. Harry was already sitting and looking at him. Rolling his eyes, Peter coughed quietly. He was still lying on the floor and trying to breath.

But soon enough he slowly stood on his knees. His whole body hurt, but he was glad that he finally managed to have his moment of laughing and joking around. It was such a rare moment of peace and calminess that it looked as nothing but a sweet dream that will soon end.

(Honestly, ever since all that happened, i miss the old times, when your friendly neighbor Spiderman was joking around and feeling no fear that his friends would get hurt. And not just get hurt but get hurt by his own hands. Or claws... Or clawed hands?)
Suddenly giant stage appeared and he was standing right under the bright spotlight while people were looking at him with rage and right above his head was neon word: "Guilty"
(Yeah, not the best feeling to feel. Don't recommend to anyone)

Peter smiled a bit when saw how Harry handed a hand to help him stand, “Thanks, Har” He took his hand and immediately his heart skipped a beat. He felt the same pain he was always feeling and this time it wasn't phantom. It was real.

His eyes widened when he saw his hand quickly turned mossy-green and nails turned into claws. This made Peter quickly crawl away from his best friend and look at his trembling clawed hand with eyes full of fear.

"Pete, calm down, it's okay, just remain calm" Peter looked at Harry and saw that his friend didn't believe the words he himself was saying. But Peter was still glad that his friend didn’t run away from him when he was about to turn in the raging half-goblin.

Taking deep breath in and out, Peter was trying to breath, to remain calm. The more he was breathing, the less painful it was becoming. His turning also seemed to slow down, “Wait here, I’ll go get something that might help” Harry said and quickly hurried out of the room, leaving him all alone.

"Deep breath, one in and one out. Just breathe. It's alright. It won't happen again. Just breathe." He took another deep breath and tried to calm his furiously beating heart down. He remembered what happened last time he started to panic and he didn't want to feel the same pain again.

It was horrible. The only memory of it was hurting as if it was happening in reality. The feeling of his skin burning, his bones breaking and shifting, eyes feeling like they are burned out and recreated again. It was horrible. He didn't want to feel it ever again.

And he won't. He has to breathe. Just keep breathing. It's alright. Everything's going to be alright. He felt that he was still changing, still turning, but the pain was bearable and his min-- Most part of his mind was clear.

Everything was calm and quiet. He was still breathing. Everything was okay. Everything.... Until, "I hate you!" Peter's eyes snapped open. Sharp pain hit him right in the heart, making him groan and squeeze the fabric, trying to get to his heart, "I hate you, Spider-man!"

He looked around in slight panic and confusion. The voice... It was Harry's voice, "I hate you, Spider-man! Leave me and my dad alone!" His heart beat started to speed up. No. No, no, no, no. Peter took another deep breath.

it's all because of this serum. It messes with your head. Harry left, he can't say it. He left, you are all alone. You are all alone in this giant place. A perfect place to let his anger out, to destroy everything before his eyes…

NO! He shook his head and grimaced, feeling that change slowly started move on his ears, making them sharper and pointy. No. No destruction. Destroying is a bad thing. Heroes don't destroy! Heroes don't hurt. Heroes help. They don't hurt. They help. They only help!

Peter took deep breath to calm down. Destruction is not an answer, "Oh is it?" Peter's eyes widened. That voice. He knew to who this voice belonged but... No. No he can't be back. He can't possibly be back. It's all in his head. All in his head. Just in his head.

He is not back, he can’t be back! You’re just going mad. You’re just losing your mind because of this serum. It's all in your head, it's not real, "Not real you say?" Peter jumped and turned around when this voice whispered right in his pointy ear.

Widen eyes full of fear kept looking around the room, but saw nothing. It was all just in his head. Just in his head. Suddenly loud sound was heard and his ears perked up. He looked there and for a split second saw shadowy figure.

It was him. It was nothing but a shadow, but he knew that it was him. The Goblin. He was the one whispering all these thoughts in his head. He was the one playing with him. He was... Peter screamed when sharp pain hit him in the head. it was an agony.

He felt as if his being was split in two. One him and another one... The Goblin creature, "He's a maniac who ruined everything!" Harry's voice yelled at him, making Peter close his pointy ears in useless attempts to make in shut up.

"This all is your fault! You do nothing but ruin everything!" His heart beat kept on speeding up. Just like the change. His whole body felt like it was on fire. He didn't even notice when tears started to drop from his eyes.

"You are nothing but a monster!" Voice kept yelling, "A freak! A menace!" Peter deepened claws in his skin, making it bleed, "You should he locked away! Nobody will want a help from a creature like you!" Pain was everything he felt. Not only physical, but also mental.

It was horrible to hear all of this. Now he knew how Norman must have felt. "Nobody will ever want to see you again after they will know about your little 'secret'" Goblin's voice whispered in his ear, "They will see you as a freak, a monster that should be taken down before it’s going to destroy them..."
Peter gritted his teeth that were breaking and becoming sharp, "Break their bones, crash their skulls and laugh at their misery... Laugh at their dea----"

"Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!" He yelled with all the strength of his lungs. His voice rose octave or two higher than it supposed to be. He couldn't take it anymore. These thoughts were messing with his mind. He wanted to hurt them, to destroy them. To make them feel miserable. He wanted to break them.

Not understanding what he's doing, he stood on his clawed feet and destroyed the first thing that got in his hands. Then another and another. All he felt was pain. All his being was screaming in pain and agony. He wanted to destroy everything, every little thing that will be in his way. He will make everyone suffer, he will kill them all!

He hadn't even notice that most part of Harry's room was broken, that it was destroyed. He didn't notice anything that was happening around him. All he cared about was pain and destructive thoughts. Destroy. Destroy. DESTROY. Was all he heard. Raising his clawed hand to destroy another thing, he felt sharp pain.

Falling on the floor, he kept screaming. His head was splitting in two because of this pain. It was too painful, he felt like he was dying. Something was tearing him apart, making him want to break his head, make it bleed, open it and take out his brain, all his insides to make this pain stop. He was screaming so loudly that he didn't hear anything else.

He didn't hear how his friend returned, how a pocket Harry was holding fell on the floor, how something shattered. He didn't hear anything except for his scream and then suddenly... It all stopped. Everything became silent. No more pain, no more agonizing scream. Nothing. Just silence. Silence and quiet heavy breathing.

He was still lying on the floor and shaking, he didn’t notice Harry yet. He didn’t even realize what he had done. Sudden quiet sound made his ears rise higher. Completely yellow eyes moved to the source of the sound and saw familiar figure.

He didn’t see the figure’s face, but he was able to hear his fast breathing. The one who was standing there was scared. A moment passed, another and the figure started to run away. Something clicked in his head. It was his prey. And his prey was getting away.

With loud snarl, the monster started to run after the teenager. After Peter’s friend. It was a deadly chase. He was a giant hungry wolf, and he was chasing after an auburn rabbit. He was a predator, and he had a prey to hunt down.

His clawed feet left giant scratch marks on the floor when he turned to the right. He saw how the boy run in one of the rooms, how he locked the door. Low growling escaped his throat when he hit the door with all the strength he had.

It didn’t open. He must have blocked it from the inside. Letting out primal howl, he dashed further. He had to find a way how to get to his prey. His movements were grace, yet animalistic. He wasn't Peter. Not anymore. He was something else. Something dangerous. Something wild. Something... Gobliny.

Gobliny... Harry shut his eyes at horrible memories from the past when his father was the goblin, when Harry almost didn't become the new Goblin himself. He remembered that Spiderman was always helping them, saving them, even when Harry hated him. He was always helping everyone, but... But who's going to help him now?

Who will be able to save Spiderman from an enemy in the reflection? He was his own enemy and all because of this... curse. This thing has many names, but all of them were perfectly explaining what this Goblin serum does to everyone who gets injected with it. It changes them. Infects them. Corrupts them.

Smashing one of the monitors, Goblin-Peter let out loud roar. He was angry, so angry. With a snarl, he broke the table, then the chair before destroying the bookshelf. Something didn't feel right. Something inside the Half-Goblin wasn’t right. He was too… wild.

Shaking his head, the monster dashed back to the locked door. Not stopping, it hit the door with all the strength he had. The door didn't open and it made him howl in pain and fury. The howl made Harry’s blood turn cold. It was too loud, too agonizing... Too familiar.

Harry was able to hear his friend screaming in pain behind the animalistic howl. Peter was hurting as much as the creature was, or he was hurting even more, after all he was trapped in his own body, lost in the madness of Goblin formula.

The Goblin creature let out quiet growling and hit the door once again. This time it made the door crack. Hitting it again and again, the monster was slowly breaking it. He was able to see Peter’s friend there. He was able to see his prey.

His yellow eyes opened a bit when he saw how Harry dashed towards the vent and opened it. Rage rose even higher when he remembered what Peter taught his friend. His human and pathetic half dared to share their secrets with his pathetic friend.

With loud snarl, the monster hit the door again, then again and again. Finally running in the room, he immediately dashed towards the vent. He heard quiet footsteps that were getting away. His prey was getting away.

Crawling in the vent, he started to move further, trying to move faster. With rage burning in his soul, he didn’t see the difference between playing and killing. He kills everybody and destroys everything he sees. He did it once and he was about to do it again.

Finally crawling out of the vent, he roared, signaling to Harry that his time has been ticking and ticking fast. This thing wasn’t Peter. He wasn’t a hero that saved this city. He was a monster, a feral predator. The half-goblin.

Goblin-Peter turned to the right and saw his prey. The auburn teenager was ready to wear his suit. He was so stupid to think that it will save him. With dangerous growl the brown haired half-goblin jumped in his direction.

But he dodged. He managed to dodge again and all because Peter was training him and because his human self was worried for his friend’s safety. Taking raged inhale, the monster suddenly stopped, seeing the teenager right before him.

Harry was frozen with fear, his blue eyes were locked on his feral face, while he looking at him with pure rage. His eyes were trembling and his body was shaking. His prey was so close, just take one step forward and cut his chest open, yet he didn’t move.

Instead he let out quiet growl. The growl was full of anger, but also pain. He saw how Harry’s eyes widened a bit. He must have thought Peter was trying to break free, how pathetic. He’s stronger than Parker. WAS and always WILL be.

Taking a step towards Harry, he flinched a bit. One of his bones cracked loudly. Then another and another. With each new step he was taking, the more his bones were cracking and breaking. Yet there wasn’t any trail of pain on his face, only rageful expression that was slowly turning into smirk.

"Harry... Osborn..." He growled. His voice was different. It was rougher, it was lower. It was so much like Goblin's voice. Taking another step towards him, he finally stepped in the light. He finally showed himself to the teenager.

Smirk crawled on his lips. His bones continued to break and shift. With each new step he was becoming bigger. His muscles were becoming visible. He was starting to look so much alike to the original Goblin. Taking final step towards Harry, he stopped.

He was looking at Harry as if he was a street rat. Nothing, but a small rabbit. He saw how he was looking at him. He saw terror in his prey’s eyes, he saw how he took a step back. He was so small. So miserable and so weak.

One beat of a heart and he dashed in hero’s direction. The boy dodged from the attack and started to run away once again. But this time the monster won’t let him escape. He caught him by his leg and raised him in the air, before throwing against the floor.

His ears perked up a bit when he heard how his bones cracked, eyes shined brightly when he saw blood starting to stream from his mouth. With one move, he caught him in a tight hold and started to choke him. Quiet and low laughing was escaping the monster’s throat.

He saw how his prey was trying to break free, but it was useless. Harry was barely able to break free from Peter's hold, and only because he wasn't holding with full strength, but this.... It was impossible. He won’t let him escape.

Sinister smirk crawled on his lips when he saw how Harry started to cough. Blood was still streaming from his mouth, making it even harder for him to breathe. Completely yellow eyes locked on his face. On his very familiar face.

Suddenly memories rushed to him. It was something new. He… Didn’t see these bits before, he HAD to know everything, he had full access to Peter’s memory, yet he didn’t remember this one.
He saw how Peter and his friend were talking about Peter’s problem, about him, how he was telling that he will deal with it by himself, because he's afraid to hurt his pathetic friend again.
How Harry told him that they are friends and he will help him with all he can.
How Peter wasn't sure.
How Peter’s friend told him that he will never hurt him.
How Peter smiled, finally believing him.
...
But it wasn't true...
It was nothing...
But a sweet lie....
Because the monster that lives within won’t lose.
Not this time.

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With a low growl, he attacked. Loud scream ringed in the silence. He threw Harry on the floor and watched how he coughed up even more blood. His body was shaking, blood from his clawed hand was dripping on the floor.

Yellow eyes shined brighter when he saw how Harry raised his hand, how he touched his face. Eyes widened. He saw how realization crawled in his tiny brain and it made him want to laugh, “What’s wrong? Don’t like the gift I gave you?” He hissed.

He felt terror that was coming from the teenager, he was able to see pain in his eyes and he wanted more. Taking a step towards him, he growled, “Run” This phrase was enough to make Peter’s friend stand on his shakily legs and run again.

Now, looking at how small rabbit was getting away, he better than ever felt that he is a giant wolf. That he is a predator, a hunter. Loud roar of excitement broke out of his throat when he dashed after Harry Osborn. After Peter’s friend.

It was easy to track him. The smell of blood and the red trail on the floor were showing where he is, where he went. Turning to the right, he saw him. He was close to the door. Close to freedom. Not this time.

With a move of a lightning, he attacked. Giant smirk crawled on his lips when he saw how Harry gasped, how even more blood started to stream from his mouth. He was shaking, he was having hard time breathing.

“This is it, young Osborn” He growled in Harry’s ear, “This is the end” He saw how his Harry’s head slowly dropped, how he looked down, at his chest, “You think you know what pain is?” He asked, moving closer, “Let me show you”

With quick move he pulled his clawed hand back. He giggled when saw how Harry gasped, almost choking on his own blood from the pain, “Do you… understand now?” He saw how Harry looked at him, slowly and fearfully.

“Goodbye Peter’s friend” Harry took a step back when his eyes shined even brighter. The hunter had won, “Say hello to your mother…” With is he attacked again. One move of a clawed hand and everything ended.

Harry’s body felt numb. His vision blurred. Everything turned dark. His body hit the floor. It was the end. It was the end of Harry Osborn. It was the end of his life. The monster had finally caught him. Finally made him pay for stealing what was his. What is his.

But the story wasn't over. It wasn't over yet. Not for it. Tightening the grip on Harry's heart, till the moment it snapped and blood started to stream on the floor, he laughed. His loud laughter was becoming louder and louder until there was nothing but this laughter.

Goblin-Peter’s laughter filled everything.
He finally did it.
He killed Harry Osborn.
He killed Peter’s friend.
He will finally return what was rightfully his.
He will finally be the son. The Goblin can be proud in…

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"HARRY!" High pitch scream filled his ears. Moving forward in an attempt to catch someone before he disappeared made him feel pain in his body. His eyes snapped open. Breathing was hard. Heart was beating very fast.

Not caring about anything, he looked around. His widen full of terror eyes fell on the floor, then on the walls and lastly on Harry. On his best friend. He was okay. He was alive. He was alive... Peter let out quiet sigh of relief.

Harry didn't die, he was alive, he was living. He didn't kill his best friend. He didn't hurt his friend. He didn't. Peter winced when felt something hot. Raising his hand, he touched his cheek. Tears... His hot tears that were streaming down his cheeks...

Quickly wiping them, he looked around. He knew this place so well, but never thought that he’ll end up here. He never thought that he will end up like this. A freak. A half blood creature. He wasn't human. He wasn't Goblin. He was nothing but a freak. There shouldn't be any spider men who turned into Goblin. it wasn't right. it was wrong... So wrong...

"Peter" His eyes widened upon hearing the voice. Looking to the left, he finally saw someone he didn't notice before. Norman Osborn. The sight of the man gave strange feeling in his stomach. The man was sitting there and looking at him, studying him, waiting for his reaction.

"Can i have a word with you?" Norman asked slowly and quietly, trying not to startle him even more. It was sorta nice. After all he and Norman got a lot closer ever since all the events that happened. It was strange, but… He was starting to like the company of Harry and his father even more. He started to like to spend time with the Osborns.

They shared so many memories and… even curses. In one way or another. Yet, seeing that Norman was also injured, Peter felt even worse, "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry Mister Osborn. I didn't mean for any of this to happen." Peter quickly said, feeling even worse than before. Is it even possible to feel even worse?

"There's no need to apologize." Peter's eyebrow flew up in surprise, "Harry told me everything he knew. It wasn't you wanting me dead" These words made him feel sick in stomach, "It was the Half-Goblin. At least, that's what Harry called it" Norman said and looked at him with serious stare, "How did it happen, Peter?"

He gulped, trying to make the large lump in his throat disappear, "It..." He coughed, his voice came up higher and harsher than he expected, "It... I don't know sir. All i remember that we went on the mission and then i heard a voice" He saw how Norman's eyes brow flew up a bit.

"Yes. It was... It felt familiar and i knew that it was dangerous to follow it but... Something made me" He remembered what happened back then. He remembered the voice that was whispering to him to follow it. The more he was telling, the more he was remembering.

"I followed it and got away from my team and then... Nothing." He saw Osborn's confused stare, "I don't remember what happened next. All i remember was pain and..." He stopped. He couldn't finish the sentence. He knew that he had to. But... There was no need to. Not with the man in front of him.

He saw how Norman’s stare softened. The man knew what pain he felt at that moment, "Turning into the Goblin hurts" Norman said automatically. He only nodded, silently agreeing with him. There was a moment of silence between the two.

A moment that made them both realize that they became much more alike. They both knew what it feels like to be cursed. Norman used to be The Goblin. Peter became the sometimes turning into Half-Goblin creature.

"Mr. Osborn" His voice was quiet, quieter than a whisper. His throat still hurt after roaring as a monster and screaming as a human. He didn't know what he wants to say. That he's sorry. That it was all his fault. That he needs Norman's help with finding the cure. That he hates himself for being a weakling who's able to save tons of people but not able to save himself.

"How does it feel like?" Peter looked at Norman. He felt a little bit insecure seeing how the man was looking at him. There was will to study Peter's anomaly phenomenon, almost as if he was nothing but a lab rat.

Peter clenched and unclenched his hands nervously when Norman leaned a bit forward, "Turning..." Peter's face paled a bit because of the pieces of memories that flashed in his mind, "You react to Goblin serum differently, unlike me."

"Perhaps it's because it was created using my DNA?" He asked, not completely sure himself, "Maybe i do have some sort of immune to it this is why i can't turn fully, nor permanently" He sighed and looked at his best friend.

"I shouldn't have dragged him… Anyone in this mess... He didn't deserve to deal with all this.” He sighed heavily, “I thought we'll never see the Goblin... Again" He lowered his head a bit. The statement was quite painful for both of them.

For Norman, because he used to be the Goblin, and for Peter... Because he was half-goblin anomaly. Both Spider man and the Goblin creature. He was an anomaly, "It... hurts" Peter sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"It feels like all my inside outs are getting burned, like my bones break, like my skin gets ripped apart" With each new words even more of painful memories were appearing in his mind, making his breathing speed up.

"I feel like i'm dying..." He remembered the extreme pain in his head, the pain that makes him pass out, "And something else reborns from my ashes" He remembered loud roar that was always filling his ears before he was disappearing in the black void.

"Something similar to me but too wild, too dark, too destructive, too… Gobliny" He lowered his head even more, “And I get to feel what it feels, what it wants. I don’t know what excactly, I just… feel what he feels”

"And this happens every time you turn..." Norman said. It wasn't a question, it was statement. Peter only nodded, still not looking at him. He still remembered how he was hurting the first time it happened. How horrifying it was.

He remembered how his bones were shifting and breaking. How he was losing himself in the destructive rage, in want to destroy, to kill, to set chaos everywhere and… His eyes opened a bit. In want to feel wanted. In want to have someone who will be… proud of him.

"I don't understand why it happens" He said finally and looked at his hands, for one second they looked like mossy-green clawed paws, but one blink of the eyes and they were his normal hands, "This feels wrong" He sighed and looked at Norman.

Seeing how the man was looking at him, he looked away. He didn't know why, but he felt rage, the pure destructive rage and want to attack him. This thing… it had such conflicting feelings towards his creator. A lot has happened between them.

"Harry said, you two were trying to find the cure." Norman said and saw how he nodded, still not looking at him. Peter’s nails were deep in his arm, so deep that it started to bleed. Something wasn’t right. Inside him.

"I assume this can be because Goblin serum in your veins isn't stable. You don't stay in Goblin form like i did, you change between them..." Normal slowly looked at the door. His face darkened a bit, "Interesting..."

"It must be interesting to see that i have to suffer... So interesting for a Goblin who cares about no one except for his pathetic ugly self..." Peter hissed before quickly closing his mouth with a hand in shock. It wasn’t him who said this. He never would have said this.

Slowly looking at Norman Osborn, he saw how the man was looking at him with surprise. Peter blinked and slowly lowered his hand, "I’m sorry mister Osborn. I didn't mean this. I-i don't know what came over me"

Something was wrong. He shouldn't feel all this rage. He shouldn't want to tear Norman apart. He shouldn't want to deepen his nails-- claws into Norman's flesh and split him in two. He shouldn't want to destroy everything here.

His breathing speed up, everything started to blur before his eyes. He shouldn't want to break free, to run somewhere else. Away. Away from all of them. Away from this light. Into the dark side. Into the darkness. Where he belongs.

"Peter!" Suddenly, as if someone turned the light on, he snapped back to senses. He didn't notice how he stood, he didn't notice that he took Norman by his collar, he didn't even notice that he wanted to punch him until now.

Until… Until the moment the man called him by his name, until... Peter quickly let go of Norman and stepped back. He fell backwards again and whined in pain when hit his best friend's head, waking him up.

"Argh... What's going o--" Harry's eyes widened when he saw Peter. Peter winced when heard his voice and looked at him with wide eyes, he felt how his heart pounced in his chest. Too quickly, too painfully, it wasn’t a normal heartbeat rate.

"Pete!" Peter didn’t even have a moment to understand what’s going on when he was hugged. His best friend held him close and didn’t want to let go. It looked as if Harry feared that letting go of him, will make him disappear.

Even if he was happy to see his friend safe and awake, he was still feeling frightened. Feeling small pain, Peter weakly tried to break free from Harry's grip. After a few moments his friend finally understood what he needed.

Finally feeling freedom, he crawled a bit away from his friend and caught his hurting cheek. He was trying to breathe to calm down his panic. His breathing was rapid and hard. He didn’t see how both Osborn's exchanged worried looks behind his back.

After a few moments his breathing became normal, mark disappeared, leaving only scar-like skin where it used to be, "I'm okay" He whispered and, letting go of his cheek, kept breathing deeply and slowly, "I'm okay. Just... I'm still getting used to all of this..." He smiled a bit.

(And not gonna lie, this is the hardest thing to do. Pain and all this turning sure is... Not very nice)
Chibi version of Spider Man looked at Peter Parker who turned into half-goblin creature and roared at him
(But it's nothing compared to having rageful thoughts. Wouldn't want to hurt someone while having one of them)

"Is this an often thing to happen?" Peter looked at Harry, "I don't remember you ever saying anything about... Wait. You didn't tell me about this. Nor you told me about your passing outs..." Peter felt like he was caught red handed.

And now, seeing how Harry was looking at him. With such disappointment and betrayal, he couldn't help, but to agree to a sudden thought to knock his friend out. Small smile crawled on his lips at the thought before he realized what he agreed to and bit his lip nervously.

"You shouldn't worry about this, Harr. I'm fine. Really! I've dealt with a lot of villains, monsters, freaks and other villanious creatures!" He surprisingly found out that his voice was a lot louder and stronger than before.

"Heck, i even beat original Goblin's ass down! There's nothing that won't be possible for me to deal with!" He said loudly and only after a moment noticed Norman's face and coughed a bit, "Sorry Mr. Osborn."

"Says the one who keeps screaming at night" Peter looked at Harry with 'wait what?!' stare, that made Harry sigh, "Your Aunt told me about this. She said you keep on tossing and begging for someone to stop."

Peter frowned when he saw how his friend looked around, as if checking if no one was listening, "Is it... Somehow connected to that thing?" Peter only blinked a him, trying to understand what he's talking about.

A few moments of silence passed and sudden memory hit him, "Nightmare. Always the same nightmare. I'm being chased and then..." His eyes widened at sudden realization, "And then nothing. I fall into the dark void. There's nothing except for the loud voices. I can't understand what they say. But... But i think they... Try to tell me something?" He said slowly, not surely.

"Or more like you are slowly going crazy because of that juice, web head" Peter and two Osborns looked at the door and saw there they saw Spider-Man's classic team of White tiger, Nova, Power man and Iron fist.

All of them were looking at him in silence as if studying him. Nova was the first one to get close to him and stare right in his face, "Your ears were way pointier the last time i saw you and the green parts on your skin are gone"

Sudden anger rose higher in his soul and tightened the grip on his heart. Peter unconsciously let out a quiet warning growl at Nova before quickly closing his mouth with a hand. Why the heck it keeps on happening?

He lowered his hand a bit and looked at Nova, who was a bit alarmed, "Had nothing smart to say so joked instead?" It sounded a bit rude, but he didn't care. For the first time he enjoyed being rude. Nova didn't look that pleased with an answer.

"Well, i don't think i need to remind you of what thing you were when we saw you the last time" He said, crossing arms on his chest, "Or did you also lost your memories when you changed back?" His tone was quiet, yet annoying.

Peter's face darkened upon hearing what he said. Nova rolled his eyes, seeing his reaction, "No? Well that's good because telling how we beat your monstrous ass down would be too hurtful for a hero to hear." Now he felt rage.

"Don't you joke it about! It was Harry who did most of job! If it wasn't for him and Miles, i wouldn't have been talking to you right now!" Peter snarled a him, making Nova feel even more alarmed, especially something green shined somewhere deep within Peter’s blue eyes.

"You're just glad that you weren't even there in the first place and didn't have to deal with that raging beast!" His hands clenched in fists. Words were coming out of his mouth along with quiet raged growling.

"Woah, alright, alright chill! Didn't know you became so aggressive" Nova flew a bit away from him, in case he will try to bite him. But he only rolled his eyes and automatically looked at two Osborns. Seeing their stares, he understood that went a bit too far.

But… He felt something in his chest tremble at the thought… It actually felt quite good… Maybe… Just maybe snapping at people who piss him off isn't so bad after all? Maybe he can be… Just a little bit… More like… him?

"Alright, yeah, you're right. That was not so nice to say" Peter quickly agreed, but deep down he felt something roar in excitement and couldn't not agree with it. For the first time he felt small moment of connection with that thing.

"And sorry about all the damage i caused" He said, snapping out of his thoughts. Looking up, he saw White tiger and Iron fist who exchanged stares. Quiet growling in his chest got louder as if telling him to snarl at them.

"Now that you're cured, we won't have to worry about any of it repeating" Iron Fist said and walked closer to him, but blinked when noticed how Peter looked at two Osborns. They learned to understand each other without saying even a single word, "You are cured... right?"

"Not exactly" Harry said, seeing that he doesn't feel comfortable with talking about this, "We are still trying to find a cure" And it wasn't a lie. Peter was trying to find the cure, and Harry was helping him, "But it's not like what happened back then can suddenly happen again. There's always some sort of alarm... Right?" Harry asked, not quite sure.

Pete only nodded and it made his friend sigh in relief. It brought some mixed feelings in his soul, "Yeah. And Harry helps me to sort it all out, kind of" Peter said a bit awkwardly, not completely sure what to add more.

The answer to him was silence that didn't tell him any good news. The only thought that it can be not the first time when this will happen wasn't anything of a happy thing. More like completely dark and bad.

"So, this means it's not the first time we'll see that thing, huh?" Power man asked slowly. Peter only looked down at his feet, not saying anything. Every time something was stressing him up, he was always starting to feel sick.

And the more stress there was, the sicker he was feeling and the only theory he had, wasn't something he was glad to know. But he couldn't be sure on whole 100%, he had to ask someone. He had to know from someone who knew about this better than anybody else.

(And the only known person here is Norman Osborn, because, as we all remember, he was the original Goblin and maybe he might know or remember something from that time)
Four chibi Goblins started to run around Peter's head
(Or maybe i will get the opposite result instead)
He waved his hands in the air, making chibi Goblins disappear
(Hope that whatever it will be, it won't be it)

"So what do you have in plans on this whole... situation?" White tiger asked, walking a bit closer to an infected hero. Peter blinked few times, as if waking up from a dream and quickly looked at her like an alarmed animal.

Studying her face for few moments, and making her feel uncomfortable in the process, he let out a quiet light chuckle, but something about it was off. It made all who heard it feel alarmed. It was too cold. Too harsh. Too unlike his usual one.

"My only plan is to figure out why it keeps on happening and do everything to prevent it or control it, if it's even possible" His voice was much colder that it was supposed to be, but the shine in his eyes belonged to Peter Parker.

"I can't keep changing randomly. Not only it will be expensive" He glared at his ripped boots, "But also dangerous to everyone around me" He looked at all of them, except for Nova and coughed a bit, "I want to understand him. His motives and his goal, the reason why he’s alive"

"Ooooo, looks like that juice hit you too hard in your head, Web head" Nova whistled, making Peter grimace a bit. He noticed that he becomes more sensitive to loud noises when he's stressed. And at that moment he was feeling pretty pissed off.

"Hello! That THING does NOT have any rational motives! It’s nothing, but a wild beast with only goal is to set chaos and destruction everywhere!" He flew right to Peter's face, staring him in the eyes, "Do i need to repeat what I sai---?"

"I GOT IT NOVA!" He roared at Nova and caught him by his collar, looking straight in his eyes, "I'M NOT A MINDLESS IDIOT WHO CAN'T UNDERSTAND WHAT IS SAID TO HIM! I HEARD YOU PERFECTLY, YOU SON OF A BITCH!" His voice got a bit lower and rougher, growling in his voice was heard better than ever.

Panting heavily and trying to hold himself from leaping on Nova. Quiet growling was trembling in his throat. He felt like an animal, a wild beast staring at his prey. Yet, the longer he was staring, the more rage was dying down. He saw pure terror in Nova's eyes.

Blinking rapidly, Peter slowly looked around himself. All of them were looking at him as if he was ready to attack them. As if he turned into that thing again, into that monster... No… He quickly let go of Nova and grit his teeth.

His blood was still boiling with rage. He had to calm down. Taking deep breaths, he tried to cool this rage. He wasn't in danger. He wasn't joked. He was alright. He was okay. He was okay. He was okay. He was…

But… He wasn’t okay. He was able to hear quiet voice somewhere in the back of his mind. The voice was roaring to him that he needs to make Nova pay for everything. Not just for what he said, but for what has happened in the past.

It was roaring at him to show others who's the true leader here. Who is the strongest of all them combined. Who can tear them all apart without any hesitation. It sounded too tempting. He wanted to do it. He wanted, but… He couldn’t.

Fighting with the urge to keep this topic up, he glared at Nova, "Get lost, till i lost it" It was nothing but a whisper, but Nova heard it. Quickly flying away from him and hiding behind Power man, the boy kept staring at the hero.

With quiet growl, he took a deep inhale and looked away. He didn't need any reminders of what happened to him, and he didn't want Nova to press on his already unstable nerves. Peter Parker won’t let anyone bark orders at him. He’s done listening to what people around him say.

"You good, Pete? You look a bit sick..." His hands clenched in fists when he heard what his friend whispered. He didn't answer, he didn’t want to answer. He was so tired of all of them. He wanted to be alone. With a nod, he ran a hand through his hair.

He was feeling so sick of everyone, "Do you need anything?" Peter looked at Harry and only smiled a bit through giant force. He didn't need anything, he just needed some time to calm down after everything that happened. He just wanted some time alone.

"I just need some time alone." He said quietly and looked at the others, "We'll talk later, okay?" They silently nodded and walked out, but White tiger stopped in the doorway and looked at him with serious stare, that made Peter sigh, "I will explain everything, i promise." Satisfied with an answer, she left.

Letting out quiet groan, he collapsed on the bed and stared at the ceiling, "Why are they so pressy of all a sudden?" He mumbled, looking at the lights. Blurred memories blinked before his eyes. Bright lights, sounds of metal… Pain in his neck…

"Maybe because someone got a dangerous problem?" Harry said, looking at him with a smirk. Peter looked at him with disappointed stare and got a light punch in the shoulder as a reply, that made both him and his friend laugh a bit.

"Don't worry, we’ll help you solve this all out. Right, dad?" He looked his father, "Working together will give us more chances to find a cure and then everything will return back to normal" Peter smiled a bit when Harry pat him by his shoulder.

"Yeah... Hopefully" He said quietly. He was able to feel new dose of rage boiling inside of him. Somewhere deep down where his own monsters were hiding... Monsters... Could this thing be his monsters?

The thought made his eyes widen a bit. Could it be nothing but his fears and insecurities formed in the form of a beast he was once fighting against? Maybe... His heart started to beat faster. It is a part of him after all...?

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"Mister Osborn..." His voice was quiet. It's been hours. Long ten hours since their last talk with Harry. They healed enough to be transferred to regular hospital where they now were. Peter Parker and Norman Osborn.

"Can i ask you something?" His heart was beating fast. He was nervous. He wasn’t sure will Norman agree to his idea or will the man say that he’s crazy. He wasn’t sure what to think, not after everything that happened between then. Not after everything that he said to him.

Norman Osborn slowly turned his head to him. They both were standing near an open window, looking at the city streets, listening to sounds coming from there. After few moments of silence, he finally answered, "Anything"

"I... I need to" Peter gulped. It was a stupid thing to say, but he had to. He had to say it, to ask him about it. He just had to, "I need you to promise me something." He said slowly, looking at the man’s reaction. Norman remained calm.

"I need you to..." He took deep breath, finding strength to say what he has to say, "I need you to kill me" These words sounded like a thunder in the summer sky. Norman Osborn looked at him with shock and alarm. Must have thought that I’ve lost my mind.

(With everything that happened, I can’t blame him. I’ve been a goblin creature that tried to kill him, his son, attacked his friends) He sighed (Not to mention how much of the damage I brought to the town and how many mean stuff said to all of them)

"I need you to kill me or stop me, or do anything possible if i turn into that thing again, please" He looked Norman right in the eyes, "I can't bear knowing that i keep on hurting my friend. Your son. Harry... I'm scared that... That one day" Memories of the nightmare flew in his head.

"I'm scared that one day i will kill him." This thought made Peter squeeze his heart. It was painful enough to just think about this, he couldn't imagine how horribly it would have sounded if he said it out loud.

But there was no need to. One glance at the man before him was enough to understand that Norman understood what he meant, because a moment later he, surprisingly, found Norman's hands on his shoulders and blue eyes staring in his own.

"I'm not promising to take you down.” He said. Even though his voice was serious and quiet, it also contained warmth and trust. The bond between the three of them got even stronger. Him, Harry and Norman.

“I am promising, that i won't let anything bad happen. Not to my son, not to you. I will help with all I can to find a cure for this." Norman smiled a bit. The smile made something inside him flip upside down, yet the feeling wasn’t cold like it used to be. It was nice.

Peter Parker, the cursed hero looked in the window, at the sky, at the clouds. He's not alone dealing with this problem. He has friends, he has family. He won’t have to face this alone. He won’t have to deal with this problem alone.

The problem both he and Norman Osborn were familiar with.
The Goblin curse.

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And that's it! RAAAAAAAAAAAA!
This took me A LOT longer than i expected, but hey! It's amazing that i finished with it! And guess what? Like i said... It's HUGE! It has 8114 words! And i was SO excited while writing it all down, you can't even imagine jkKJkjkjkj XDDD
Anyways yes! It's the end of this 3 part fic like one-shots! Hope you enjoyed them all.