#Sorcha Caldwell

[donnetellotheturtle]

Spider Bo Spider Bo Does Whatever A Spider Bo Does

Chapter 1

Bo stretched as they crawled out of bed. Sorcha was cooking, they could smell it. They did their morning routine and got dressed in a nice suit, combing their hair before coming downstairs.

“Cooking pancakes?” They asked.

Sorcha looked over, his twin chuckling as she shoved a plate in their hand and threw a pancake in it. She plated her own and the two sat down at the kitchen table.

“You look nice.” Sorcha said as she bit into a pancake.

“Got a job interview.”

“Already?”

“Yeah. It’s that science lab. They need a secretary.” Bo ate a quarter of their pancake in one bite.

“Doesn’t seem your style.”

“Jobs are my style. Especially if it’s not fast food…tired of coming home smelling like nuggets. Plus this pays more.”

She nodded. “When do you have to be there?”

“An hour. Can I take the car?”

“Better than a skateboard.”

They shoved the rest of the food in their mouth and saluted as they grabbed the keys and walked out the door.

The drive over was uneventful except for seeing a possum cross the road before leaving their neighborhood. They named the possum Frank.

They parked in the building parking lot known as Blackwood industries.

They carefully combed down their hair and adjusted their suit. They took a deep breath before getting out of the car.

The lab was nice, walls covered with different scientists with different projects Bo had never heard of. There was a woman sitting at a desk typing something. Her nametag read Lillian.

“excuse me.”

She looked up.

“I’m looking for Mr. Harker. Im here for the job interview.”

She smiled. “Third floor, two doors down from the elevator.” She pointed to it in the corner.

“Thank you.”

Lillian nodded, going back to her work.

Bo took the elevator up. It opened into a lab space where there were people working on different projects.

Bo looked around in wonder and then someone crashed into them, knocking them to the ground.

They blushed as they looked up at a handsome man. Around their age, dark skin, braided hair, bright blue eyes.

“Oh my god.” He said, and Bo could see that reddish tint on his face as well. “I-I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean-I-Um”

Bo chuckled. “I-Its okay. Um…could you get up?”

“I-Yes I’m sorry.” He pulled himself off the floor and then offered Bo a hand who took it and was pulled up. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Im fine.”

“M-My names Link.” He held out his hand to shake. Bo took it.

“Bo. Um are you-“

“Mx Caldwell.”

The two looked over. Mr. Harker was standing there.

“Oh. Hello.” Bo smiled nervously. “I’m sorry I bumped into-“

“I saw the whole thing. Mr. Herrons, please go back to work. We have an interview to conduct in my lab.”

“Sorry sir. Nice meeting you Bo.”

Bo smiled and walked Link walk off.

“Come along.”

Bo followed Mr. Harker through the lab space into a private office area. Bo looked around.

The space was filled with spiders. They all had habitats along the walls and seemed to be well fed.

“This is my passion project. Spiders are amazing creatures. Most of my experiments are about understanding these creatures. As I saw, you met Mr. Herrons, he’s based a few experiments off electricity.”

“That’s so cool.”

“As my secretary you’d keep track of all my calls, schedule meetings and appointments, and be the go between for me and the other scientists who work under me.”

“That doesn’t sound bad.”

Bo’s leg felt itchy. They resisted the urge to scratch it.

“Your off days would be Thursday through Saturday, 4 weeks of paid vacation…I read through your resume. It’s very impressive.”

Bo blushed. “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean, sir.”

“During highschool you interned under your uncle, Damien Caldwell is that correct?”

Bo nodded. “I didn’t want this job because of him.”

“I contacted your uncle.” He continued. “He gave me a glowing review…you helped him figure out how to make a similar serum to a spiders web. Strong enough to hold a person. While it’s still in the works your work on that project was a turning point…why didn’t you pursue it?”

Bo swallowed hard. They had expected all the normal interview questions but not this.

“I…me and my sister needed to put food on the table and get a roof over our heads. Didn’t have time, I guess.”

“I understand. I would love to have you on my team.”

The itching was up their back now. They tried not to squirm.

“Really?”

“As both a secretary and consultant. One good internship doesn’t make a scientist, but your creative way of thinking would be a valuable asset.”

Something sharp hit the back of Bos neck. Bo yelled, making Mr. Harkens raise an eyebrow.

“Ahh I’m so excited!” They said, then rubbed their neck. Their fingers brushed against something which fell off in a second. They smiled nervously.

“Great to hear it. Mx. Caldwell, welcome to Blackwood industries.”

The two shook hands.

“You start in two weeks. Get all your affairs in order. You’ll be sent an email for all your bank information.”

“T-Thank you sir.”

He nodded. “Have a good day.”

Bo smiled and left the room, grinning.

Mr. Harker saw a spider on the table. He offered a hand to it and it crawled up his arm to his shoulder. He smiled.

Bo walked back through the hallway.

“Hey. How’d it go?” Link looked over.

Bo smiled. “I got the job.”

“Tha-That’s great.”

“…do you always stutter?”

Link chuckled. “only around certain people.”

Bo smiled a bit, then swallowed hard. It felt like a knot had formed in their throat.

“you alright?”

The lights were so bright. They blinked hard as the sounds of the building suddenly rushed to their ears. Every air conditioner, electrical outlet, even cars outside.

“Bo?”

They looked up at Link and the world swam. “I…don’t feel good.”

They didn’t know how but they ended up in links arms.

“You’re burning up.”

Their mouth went dry.

“I’m gonna take you home.”

“C-Call Sorcha.”

Their hands felt wet and clammy as they handed him their phone. Something was wrong. They breathed shakily.

They didn’t process much after that. The world was blurred. One moment they were in their car, Link saying something they didn’t process the next they were being carried into a hospital. The next Sorcha holding their hand as an IV went into their system.

Then everything went dark.

“Bo...Bo!”

They were in an endless expanse of darkness. They looked around. Who was calling their name? They sounded so far away.

“Bo!”

The voice was unfamiliar but comforting.

“Who are you?” Bo called.

“Bo!” The voice repeated. “I can’t see you.”

“Hello?”

Bo saw a flash of light in the distance. They started heading towards it.

“I can’t see you.”

Bo started running as the light became brighter. “Who are you!?”

Bo gasped awake.

“Bo!”

They looked over and saw Sorcha. She smiled in relief. “I’m glad you’re awake.”

“Chacha, where are we?”

“Hospital. Your friend took you here, and called me.”

“…Who?”

“Hey.” They looked over and saw link who was holding sodas and snacks. “Youre awake.”

Bo nodded. “How long…”

“A week. The doctors didn’t know what was wrong with you though.”

Bo stared at him. “…You stayed?”

Link nodded.

They blinked hard, their head starting to pound.

“Lets get a doctor in here.” Sorcha said.

It was two full days of testing and monitoring before they were allowed to go home. Link and Sorcha there to keep them company.

Finally they were allowed to go home when the headaches and pain subsided and the doctors said everything was back to normal.

Sorcha kept a close eye on them as they came back into the house.

“Are you sure you’re feeling okay?”

“ChaCha, I’m fine.” Bo chuckled. “Now it’s my night to cook dinner. Are you gonna hover over me the whole time or am I gonna have to lock you in your room?”

Sorcha rolled her eyes. “Fine. But if anything goes wrong I’m taking over.”

Bo rolled their eyes as they walked into their room, going to change.

They pulled off their shirt as they looked in the mirror. Then paused.

Did they have some muscle?

Bo felt their arm and found that yes, they had some. Which was weird cause they never exercised in their life.

“The hell?”

“Bo uncle damiens on the phone!” Sorcha called.

Bo threw on a clean shirt and ran to the kitchen.

“How they doing?” Damien asked from the other side.

“Oh you can ask them yourself.” Sorcha grinned and handed Bo the phone. They glared at her a bit before speaking.

“Hey.”

“Hey kiddo. I heard you got the job. How you feeling?”

“Im completely fine. The doctors said so. Probably just too many over night shifts in a row.”

“Well im excited to see you put that brain to good use. It’s about time.”

“…You didn’t pull any strings, did you?”

“Other than giving you a glowing review, all of which was true, no. That’s all you kiddo.”

“Thanks. Why don’t you come over for dinner tomorrow? We’ll make your favorite.”

“How could I say no? I’ll see you two then. I love you.”

“Love you!” both Sorcha and Bo said before hanging up.

“…You look freaked out.” Sorcha said, raising an eyebrow.

“…I have muscles.”

Sorcha gave them a confused look.

Bo pulled off their shirt, letting it fall. Or at least they tried to. It stuck to their hand. They shook it, trying to get it off.

“That isn’t funny.”

“Its stuck.” Bo used their other hand to try and pull it off only to find that, that hand was stuck. “What the hell!?”

“Don’t rip that shirt.”

“you try getting it off then.”

Sorcha rolled her eyes and grabbed the shirt, tugging, only to discover she couldn’t pull it off either. “Okay what the fuck.”

“That’s what I’m saying!”

Sorcha grabbed onto the edges of the shirt. “on three. One…two…three!”

The two pulled apart and Bo stumbled back and onto the wall, their hands sticking to it. “Huh.”

“What?”

Bo smiled and climbed up the wall, onto the ceiling.

Sorcha screamed.

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A03

[edgewoodrp]

most wanted male and non-binary canon characters?

Can I say all of them? I’m going to say all of them because I love them all and their stories are  unique and fun (at least they were for me to write). But these lovely characters top the list as they all have active connections in-game that would love to have their family, partners, friends, and coworkers around:

Dominic Kingsley

Spencer Hawthorne

Griffin Castillo

Sorcha Saintcrow

Wyatt Saintcrow

Sebastian Accardi

October Sinclair

Russell Hemlock

Nico Mitchell

Dante Flores

Joshua Caldwell

Joaquin Valdez

[rauthschild]

Trump Show Trial For US Capitol Riot Planned By FBI-US Navy Operative Begins

By: Sorcha Faal, 

An informative new Security Council (SC) report circulating in the Kremlin today questioning the sanity of socialist leader Joe Biden ordering two US aircraft carriers to conduct joint exercises in the disputed South China Sea amid tensions with a Communist China whose top naval officer Rear Admiral Lou Yuan previously warned his country's military might need to sink two US aircraft carriers and kill 10,000 American sailors to solve disputes over the South China Sea, notes this is occurring at the same time elites in the leftist US media, big tech giants and the socialist Democrat Party are absurdly claiming that the worst terrorist attack in the past decade occurred in the US Capitol on 6 January where four Trump supporters were killed and one police officer lost his life for still undisclosed reasons—absurd claims made astonishing in light of these same forces having supported the leftist terrorist riots seen all across America last year that cost a record setting over $2-billion in damage, killed dozens and injured hundreds.

Though most crucially to notice, is the “chilling fact” that what occurred at the US Capitol on 6 January was known about far ahead of time—which is why President Donald Trump directly ordered the Department of Defense to put on standby 10,000 troops to protect the US Capitol and multible times offered them to the leaders of Washington D.C., who outright refused them—a refusal to use these troops offered by President Trump that analysts at the Foreign Intelligence Service (SVR) say was given on the orders of Thomas Caldwell, whom the SVR has long identified as being a secret operative of the US intelligence community since he retired from the US Navy, where he held the rank of Lieutenant Commander in the Office of Naval Intelligence (ONI)—then last month saw the FBI arresting Caldwell for planning the breeching of the US Capitol, and them calling him the leader of the far-right Oath Keepers militia group—but yesterday saw Caldwell’s lawyers filing documents with the US Federal Court proving that he has held a top-secret security clearance for decades, ran a consulting firm that did classified work for the US government, and worked as a section chief for the FBI from 2009 to 2010 after retiring from the US Navy.

All of which are facts being kept from the American people by their leftist media, big tech and socialist Democrat Party overlords—as these maniacal forces are, instead, focusing all of their attention on putting on a Soviet-era “show trial” to unjustly persecute President Trump—that is a public trial in which the judicial authorities have already determined the guilt of the defendant—as the actual trial has as its only goal the presentation of both the accusation and the verdict to the public so they will serve as both an impressive example and a warning to other would-be dissidents or transgressors—and in this sham impeachment trial of President Trump, sees the judge presiding over it being socialist Democrat Party leader US Senator Patrick Leahy, who already declared that President Trump is guilty before the trial even begins.

As this “show trial” begins today with a debate being held as to what power the US Senate even has to hold it, Trump’s lawyers point out the facts that: “The purpose of impeachment is to remove someone from office, and unequivocally, this impeachment trial is not about removing someone from office, as Mr. Trump left office on January 20, 2021…He is now both factually and legally, a private citizen”—then sees Trump’s lawyers warning that this “show trial” spectacle “opens up an absurd Pandora’s box”, after which they ask: “Who will House Democrats try to impeach next, George Washington?”—though best explaining what is really happening is the just published Wall Street Journal article “Why Democrats Want a Trump Trial”, wherein it reveals: “So why hold this trial?...The answer is transparently political…Hatred for Donald Trump is the Democratic Party’s single most unifying principle…Democrats have prospered politically since Mr. Trump was elected, and they’d like to keep him as a foil for as long as they can”.

With these socialist Democrats and their leftist media and big tech lapdogs failing to remember that last years impeachment of President Trump caused his approval rating to hit a new high, this new “show trial” sees them walking into political disaster once again—and as evidenced by the “show trial” deal just negotiated by socialist Democrat Party head US Senate Majority Leader Charles E. Schumer and Republican Party head US Senate Minority Leader Mitch McConnell—a deal that sets the stage for a rapid for ending this farce—and sees several US Senate aides, speaking on the condition of anonymity, saying they expect an acquittal vote as soon as next Monday—which is Presidents’ Day—and whose hilarious irony of President Trump being acquitted on the day that celebrates past great American leaders is not being lost on anyone—most particularly his former campaign manager Brad Parscale, who yesterday said: “If Trump asked me how to win again…I would run on being impeached twice…They are about to give him superpowers…They just aren’t smart enough to see it…It’s why we laughed at Mike Tyson in the Hangover…They just don’t get it yet…They are about to make him a martyr”.  [Note: Some words and/or phrases appearing in quotes in this report are English language approximations of Russian words/phrases having no exact counterpart.]

According to this report, with police state “show trials” being designed as media distractions to keep citizens from knowing what their leaders are doing, this one involving President Trump is no different—with this being best exampled by this “show trial” being used to hide the 52 executive actions signed by socialist leader Biden intended to destroy America—its hiding a shocking 2018 video of socialist leader Kamala Harris laughing hysterically at the thought of President Trump, Vice President Mike Pence and Attorney General Jeff Sessions being murdered—its hiding the fact that Biden’s CIA Director pick William Burns was president of a think tank that took millions-of-dollars from Communist Chinese Party-tied entities—its hiding the fact that Biden gave a top position at the Department of Justice to the nasty Pamela Karlan, who previously mocked and made fun of President Trump’s young boy child Barron—its hiding the fact that last night Biden ordered all of President Trump’s appointed US Attorneys to immediately end their investigations and resign—and its hiding the fact that yesterday 24 leftist US Federal judges suddenly resigned to become senior judges at the same pay so Biden can replace them with even more leftist judges.

As a further example of how deranged America is becoming, this report notes, this is being evidenced by what’s has occurred since socialist leader Biden declared that Kansas City Chiefs quarterback Patrick Mahomes would win the Super Bowl—a declaration followed by the greatest quarterback in history Tom Brady crushing Mahomes in this football game—that’s now resulted in Biden’s socialist-leftist forces branding Brady a racist because he won this game during Black History Month—though one should expect such lunacy coming from a nation where more shocking evidence keeps being revealed about how the election was stolen from President Trump, and its US Capitol building now sees shining over it a weird hologram.

https://www.brighteon.com/d72b2f85-bc78-4fa9-ab90-87f4a790fc17

https://www.brighteon.com/5abd6b1b-feec-405c-b149-ee58344ff057

For what the American people can expect as Biden’s socialist noose wraps ever tighter around their necks, this report concludes, it should see them noticing Germany, where in 2019, its socialist leaders ordered all of their coal fired electricity plants closed so they could rely on renewable energy---and is where today millions of Germans are living under a just declared state of emergency because a single power plant had a fire and cut off all heating water—socialist insanity being matched by Biden, who’s just been warned by the Congressional Budget Office that his $15 an hour minimum wage will cost over 1.4-million jobs—and is why in the just published article “Biden's Early Returns Aren't Getting Any Better - Most Americans Expect It Will Get Worse” it’s being reported: “Despite the fawning press, late-night show hosts, and cultural elites, Americans do not seem to be convinced…In a new poll, 54% of American adults think the economy will worsen over the next 12 months or remain the same...Following President Trump’s inauguration, 50% reported thinking the economy would be better in a year, which was the highest number recorded by Rasmussen since they started asking the question in 2009”—all of which while being viewed by President Trump, saw Newsmax host Greg Kelly telling his audience after vesting with him this weekend: “I Can Tell You This, His Spirits Are High – He’s on Top of Everything”.

[donnetellotheturtle]

Spider Bo Spider Bo Does Whatever A Spider Bo Does

Chapter 4

They sped as fast as they could towards the lab. They wished they could go faster but the city was a pain in the ass to get through.

They finally made it close enough. They parked their car far away to make sure that no one knew it was theirs. They put on the mask, despite the stupidity of it. They pulled up their hood and hoped no one would recognize them.

They got out of the car and ran towards the action.

They first heard gunshots. Police, no doubt.

Bo snuck forward, careful not to give themselves away as they looked up.

“Where is Caldwell?” An electronic voice called.

The man in a blue mask, hooded and covered in some odd kind of suit and gloves, floated on a board. He shot electricity towards the hostages he had below him, trapped by a sort of electrical cage coming from the board. The hostages screamed, covering their heads. Bo looked over and saw their uncle get out of the car, making himself known despite police trying to pull him back.

“I’m here. I’m here. What do you want?” Damien held his hands up in the air, showing he had no weapons.

“No, no.” Bo mumbled. They watched as the two looked at each other.

“Where is the serum?”

Damien twitched. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Youre lying.”

Bo frowned. He was going to get himself killed. Or someone else.

“Lets try this again.” He floated down, and grabbed a man, hand lighting up with electricity as he moved it towards his neck. “Serum, or he dies.”

Bo had to do something. Whatever this Serum was, it had to be important. They moved and crawled up the side of the building. Maybe they could tackle the guy.

“The fuck is that?” an officer called out.

Shit.

They climbed up the rest of the building, perching on the edge. Everyone was staring at them, including the masked person. He hadn’t dropped the hostage but it was something.

“…Who are you?” The guy asked.

“…Shit I didn’t think of a name. Uh, I’m here to stop you, guy!”

The man dropped his hostage, leaving him scrambling back to the others. The villain laughed.

“Is that so? With a cat mask on your face?”

Bo blushed under the mask. “Shut it. Leave these people alone.”

“This doesn’t concern you. Leave before I kill you. Actually-“

A bolt of electricity was shot out of the man’s hand and Bo dodged quickly, their senses activating in the knick of time. The villain was suddenly in front of them and threw a punch. They got hit and were thrown to the ground, him on top of them.

They kicked him in the stomach, making him roll. They saw the electric cage flicker. They just needed to distract him enough for the hostages to escape.

They saw a glimmer of something metal and saw that he had pulled a knife. Then it lit up with lightning.

“You bring a knife to a fist fight? How rude!”

They managed to dodge the knife as it hurled towards them. He shot electricity at them with his other hand. They were doing flips they didn’t know they could do to dodge.

“Stop it!” The man said. “Stand still and let me hit you.”

“Why the hell would I do that?”

They got shot in the shoulder. They yelled as electricity shot through their veins.

“That’s why.”

They breathed heavily for a moment, and then got up. The man looked confused, the cage flickering once more.

“You should be unconscious.”

Bo chuckled. “Cool. Super healing.” And they punched him in the face.

He stumbled backwards and the cage disappeared, the hostages running to the police. The man scowled.

“Just answer me one thing.” Bo said. “What serum were you looking for?”

“heh. Fight me again, and you might just find out.”

He summoned his board, and flew away. Bo shook their hand which was probably bruised. Everyone on ground level stared at them. They paused for a long moment, then jumped off the roof, and into the trees, hoping they could find their car.

..

It took an hour to find it. But they finally made it. They jumped into their car and pulled off the mask, looking at themselves in the mirror. A black eye. They were sweating like crazy. They pulled off their jacket and gloves, pumping the air conditioner.

They looked at their phone. A message from Uncle Damien.

“Hey kiddos. I’m alright. Everyone is okay. I’m going to the hospital with some of my people and making sure they’re okay. And Bolo, I think I saw your Spiderman. He saved a lot of people. Tell him thank you. And when you see him again, tell him I have a present for him.”

Bo smiled softly. Despite the accidental misgendering it made Bo happy that he was okay.

They got back to the house, grabbing the clothes and throwing them in the laundry bin by the door.

“I’m back.”

Sorcha came out from the kitchen, holding first aid equipment. “you got electrocuted. Take your shirt off.”

“Sorcha I ca-“

“Did it sound like a request?”

Bo sighed and pulled off their shirt. Sorcha frowned at the burn marks already healing on their body. Their shoulder, down their spine was covered in a electrical burn.

“Yikes, Bo.”

“I’m perfectly fine. Black eye and a good burn but I’m okay.”

She frowned as she pulled them into the kitchen, making them sit backwards so she could probably clean their back.

“I saw the whole thing on the news. That was really dangerous.”

“…I saved a lot of people.”

“Yeah you did… You need a better mask.”

“you gave me the stupid cat mask.”

“Im gonna make a suit for you. And I won’t be taking no for an answer.”

Bo sighed. “…can I at least decide on the colors?”

“yep.”

Bo chuckled. “…Thanks chacha. I’ll help pay for it.”

“You better with that swanky new job.”

“Swanky?”

“it’s a fun word.”

Bo chuckled, then winced at a spot she hit, not quite healed yet.

“You have to be more careful next time.”

“Who says there’s going to be a-ow!” Bo bit their lip at Sorcha hitting another part that hadn’t healed over.

“Sorry…I can see you healing. Its kind of amazing. But dangerous with any dirt that hasn’t been cleaned…you could get sick.”

“Sorcha...” Bo sighed.

“Im just worried…I can’t protect you out there. I cant lose you.”

Bo turned to look at her. “Sorcha. You won’t lose me.”

She stopped, hands dropping to her sides. She didn’t look at them. “How do you know?” she asked in a small voice.

Bo stood, pulling her into a hug. “Because even if I die, I will haunt you for the rest of your life.”

She hugged them carefully. “promise?”

“I promise.”

..

Link woke up at home. His chest hurt bad.

He got out of bed, going to the restroom to look in the mirror.

He had a huge black purple and green bruise on his chest. Shaped like two feet. The fuck?

He checked the time. 9 pm. Last thing he remembered he…

…he…

He hard blinked. What was he thinking about? His stomach growled. Time to make some dinner, he guessed.

His phone buzzed. Bo was texting him.

“Hey we still on for dinner tomorrow night?”

Right he was supposed to go to the store today to pick out food. He’d have to do it tomorrow.

“Yeah. Any allergies or dislikes I should know about?”

“I’m slightly allergic to sesame seeds but that’s about it.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah. Gives me a rash but nothing life ending.”

“Well I’ll keep those out of whatever I make.”

“Thanks. I’m gonna bake something. Any allergies for you?”

“Nope. Bake to your hearts content.”

Bo sent a thumbs up, making Link chuckle. He put down his phone and started cooking dinner.

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A03

[donnetellotheturtle]

Spider Bo Spider Bo Does Whatever A Spider Bo Does

Chapter 3

Bo brushed their hair back, swallowing hard as they stood in front of Tony and Shoneys pizza. They just had to grab the handle.

Just the handle.

Don’t rip off the door like this morning.

As gently as they could, they opened the door. Inside they could see Link. He waved.

Bo smiled, waving back and joined him at the table.

“Hey! It’s good to see you!” Link grinned.

“Yeah you too. How are you? I haven’t seen you since the hospital.”

“I’m good.” Link said, eyeing Bo over. Bo blushed at seeing Link linger on their lips, then their arms. “You look really good….been working out?”

“Yeah, actually. Doing some rock climbing.” Bo chuckled nervously. They hated lying but a necessary evil, they supposed.

“That’s a dangerous hobby.”

“Heh, I guess.”

The two ordered their slices and Bo paid quickly.

“So, you excited to start work in a few days?” Link asked.

“Oh absolutely.” Bo bit into their pizza and swallowed before speaking again. “I got a letter from my previous job that I’m already let go from it…I’m guessing that’s something to do with not wanting to pay the medical.”

Link frowned. “That’s really shitty.”

“Yeah but Blackwood has better medical so it is what it is. No use fighting it when I have something better.”

Link shrugged. “If you say so.” He took a bite of his pizza. “So do you like video games?”

“Yeah, actually. Have you played any Zelda games?”

“Dude ive played all of them.”

Bo grinned. “Bet I can beat you at smash bros.”

“You, me, tonight. My apartment.”

Bo chuckled. “Sorry I’m having my uncle over for dinner. How about tomorrow?”

“it’s a date.”

Bo blushed.

Link blushed. “No-not like that. I mean, unless you want it to be like that. Oh my god.”

Bo chuckled, smiling. “id like it to be.”

Links face turned red up to his ears. “Me too…I’ll make dinner.”

“Id like that. I’ll bring dessert.”

“Sounds good.”

Bo was about to say something when they started feeling weird. Time slowed down. Something was wrong they could feel it.

They caught something in their hand. Like it was instinct.

They looked over. One of those heavy salt shakers. It would have hit them in the face, maybe given them a black eye. They looked over and saw a teenager, probably not older than 14. He was yelling some hateful things but Bo had heard worse, besides, the manager was getting on his case for them.

“Oh my god. Are you okay?” Link asked.

“I…yeah, yeah I’m good.”

“How did you do that?”

Bo didn’t have an answer. Nothing that didn’t sound completely insane, anyway.

“lucky…I guess.”

“extremely.”

Link looked down at his phone, blinking. There was a weird look on his face. Bo couldn’t place it.

“I have to go.” Link said. “Work, you know? Are you going to be okay?”

“Ill be fine. Go back.”

Link smiled. There was something behind his eyes, odd and like Bo was suddenly unfamiliar. It made Bo nervous for a reason they didn’t know. They watched Link hawk down the rest of his food and ran off.

They called Sorcha. “Dude, you’re never going to guess what just happened.”

..

Bo was making fresh fudge in the kitchen while Sorcha was making dinner next to them.

“I can’t believe a 14 year old tried to assault you.”

“That’s not the point. It’s like I have a new sense for danger.”

“A tingle?”

“Kind of…but it’s more like time slowed down to let me see what was wrong and my body reacted accordingly.”

“...Huh.”

The doorbell rang.

“I’ll get it. Can you keep mixing my fudge?”

Sorcha nodded and grabbed their spoon as Bo walked to the front door and answered, opening the door to Damien Caldwell.

“Bolo!”

“hi uncle Damien.”

Damien pulled Bo into a hug. Bo hugged back tightly before leading him to the kitchen.

“Is that your fudge I smell?”

Bo chuckled. “I know you like it warm. And Sorchas making your favorite.” They grabbed onto their spoon and continued mixing as they spoke.

Sorcha came up and hugged Damien tightly.

“Hey Chacha. You kids spoil me.”

“Well we have to bribe you somehow.” Sorcha said, grinning.

The two separated.

“Okay at least let me help.” He said, setting down his things.

The three smiled, shoulder to shoulder in the kitchen, each taking on their own thing.

“This is familiar.” Damien said at the end. “I remember you two being kids and me lifting you up to help you cook.”

Bo chuckled. “Yeah. And we’d cook better than you.”

“Hey!”

Sorcha giggled as she plated everything and Bo poured the Fudge into a container to set before covering it up.

The meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and corn off the cob were delicious as they began to eat.

“So, uncle Damien…” Bo began, looking st their food. “Have you ever heard of someone…gaining muscle after an accident?”

He raised an eyebrow at his Neicphew. “Gaining muscle?”

“Yeah…I was uh, reading about it online.”

“Probably some fake stuff. You shouldn’t believe everything you read, you know.”

“Y-Yeah I know.” Bo bit their cheek. “What about sticking to walls?”

“Sticking to walls?” Damien looked at Bo. “Oh you’re messing with me. Which video games are you referencing huh? Some sort of spiderman?”

Bo chuckled. “You got me. But if it was too happen in real life…what do you think would be the consequences?”

Damien swallowed some food, thinking. “Hm. Well, there would be a change in the body fundamentally. Sickness maybe, though hard to say what that would look like, I’m not a doctor, but depending on the type of spider and what’s been done to it, not to mention the body and it’s own factors, you could develop a better jump capability , and be able to stick to walls…does your spiderman do that in the game?”

“Yeah. Um, also he has some of sense. For danger.”

“Ah, a warning system. Must be a really good mechanic. Some spiders have that you know, you should ask Mr Harker. He works with the spiders.”

“I don’t think he’s into…video games.”

“He doesn’t strike me as the sort, true. But it’s obviously sparked some curiosity in you. Maybe he’d like to hear it.”

“I don’t know…I’m just starting in a couple days.”

Sorcha had stopped eating, looking at her phone.

“Sorcha?” Bo asked, noticing her expression.

“Theres been an attack. At damiens lab.”

She pulled up the video.

“We are standing outside the Caldwell institute, reporting live as a-“

The reporter was cut off by a strike of electricity to the camera. There was some screaming.

Damien went silent, then stood. “Both of you stay here.”

“Uncle Damien you shouldn’t go there it’s dangerous.” Sorcha said.

“I have people there. Good people. I won’t leave them. Stay here. I’ll be back.”

Damien didn’t leave room for them to argue as he walked out the door and sped off.

Sorcha and Bo looked at each other.

“Bo…Don’t.” Sorcha pleaded quietly. She knew what her twin was thinking.

“I have to help.”

“do you?”

“Whatever that was, it might be like me. And like uncle Damien said, there’s good people there. Somebody has to help.”

Sorcha sighed. “Okay…but you’re not going in that.”

A couple minutes later Sorcha dug through her closet and threw Bo a green skimask with a cat on it.

“Really?”

“Its this or a plastic mask, and that won’t survive…this. Stop being a wimp put it on.”

They grumbled and did so, then covered the rest of their body with jackets and gloves. Unfortunately they only had fingerless gloves from their week long goth phase in highschool. It would have to work.

Sorcha pulled Bo in for a hug as they were headed to the door. “Be careful.”

“I will.”

She pulled away and nodded, watching them speed away in their own car.

She hoped they wouldn’t die.

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Spider Bo Spider Bo Does Whatever A Spider Bo Does

Chapter 2

“Why was your first instinct to climb up the wall?” Sorcha yelled.

Bo shrugged from their place on the ceiling. “I don’t know. Just felt like it.”

“Get down from there before you break the ceiling open.”

“Fine…if I can figure it out.”

“Bo.”

They chuckled and tried to concentrate on unsticking. Then they fell directly onto sorcha. Sorcha yelled out as she was thrown to the ground under her sibling. There was a silence for a second, then the two laughed.

“Dude. You have powers.”

“So it seems I do…wanna use them irresponsibly?”

“Like you had to ask.”

The two looked up at a tall building, looking around to make sure no one was watching.

“You should climb up that backwards, freak some people out.” Sorcha said.

“I barely know how to do it normal.” Bo laughed. “But what I can do…” Bo pulled up the hood of their jacket. If the police were called, they didn’t want to be caught. They climbed up, looking for a pole to jump on. Luckily there was a light not far from the building.

This could either go really good or really bad, they thought. Sorcha was right there though. They jumped to the light post and stuck to it, hanging.

Sorcha screamed and then laughed. “God you’re dumb! Can you pull yourself up?”

Bo nodded, then used their upper body strength. Something they had never used before outside of school and even then they couldn’t do it this well.

They perched on the pole, grinning. “This is so cool!”

“Youre like a spider!”

“Yeah…yeah I am…” they paused, jumping down and stumbling but getting their footing back in a moment. “Sorcha I think I just realized something.”

“….that tone is concerning.”

“…I think one of Mr. Harkens spiders bit me at the lab. He was doing experiments on them. I thought it was just a weird feeling but-“

“That would kind of explain the spidey powers, and the fact that you passed out for a week. If your body was being changed like some kind of comic book character it makes sense.”

Bo bit their cheek. “I’m nervous. What if it kills me?”

“if it was going to I think you’d already be dead. Lets cross that bridge when we get to it, okay?”

Bo nodded. “…it’s dinner time. What you say we stay out and get some sushi?”

“Now youre speaking my language.”

The two walked a bit down the street.

“We should talk to Link.” Sorcha said. “Hes a scientist.”

“Hes not a doctor though.” Bo said as they approached the restaurant.

“Hed be able to figure out what’s going on. Better than either of us. We’re no geniuses.”

“True.” They walked in. “It might be dangerous though. I mean, what happened to me…if it gets out…could be bad. Not just for me, for you, for anyone Im associated with.”

Sorcha paused. “…yeah…yeah you’re right…but let’s talk to uncle Damien tomorrow night. We don’t have to disclose anything but…let’s get some information. Beyond jumping and acrobatics.”

Bo curled in on themselves. Eyes flittering side to side as their brain began running away.

Sorcha kicked them under the table.

“Ow!” They rubbed their leg.

“Its gonna be okay. So stop letting your stupid head race like that. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

“Thanks ChaCha.”

“Yeah. By the way, I got links phone number. He’s been asking about you, and I think it would make him feel better if he got answers from you.”

“Wait. He’s been asking about me?”

“You sound excited.”

Bo blushed. “I-No. It’s just…he didn’t have to wait at the hospital.”

“He was very sweet. I think he’d be good for you. He likes you, and was concerned about you. You need friends. Beyond me.”

“Kettle meet pot.”

“Bo.”

“I’ll try. Okay?”

She smiled, and gave him Links phone number.

Link woke up in a strange place. His head felt like it was made of cotton his mouth was dry. A blur moved over him.

“Congratulations Mr. Herrons, your experiments have been deemed ready for the next phase.”

“Wh…”

A mask was placed over his mouth and nose. He breathed in chemicals, and his eyes rolled back in his head.

There were vague feelings. Electricity coursing through his body. It hurt. He couldn’t breathe. He tried to scream but it felt as if he didn’t have a mouth to scream from.

He faded in and out and he forgot the pain. He forgot the fear. All he remembered was falling asleep in his chair at work.

Link snorted awake.

He blinked, sniffling. His body hurt. Probably from the way he had been leaning over his desk. He popped his back, stretching out.

There was no one else in the lab space. Not the first time he’d woken up alone after a long night.

He checked his phone, a text from Sorcha.

“Hey Bo has your phone number. They’ll be texting you soon. ;)”

He raised an eyebrow at the winky face as he marked it as read.

“Hey, I need to repay you for staying in the hospital with me and my sister. When are you free?”

Link smiled, adding Links number into his phone before replying.

“Tomorrow, I have an hour lunch around 1…do you like pizza?”

Link thought it was too late at night for Bo to respond but surprisingly, Bo answered fairly quickly.

"I love pizza. See you tomorrow."

Link smiled to himself, hung up his lab coat, and walked out of the building.

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