𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙒𝙚𝙖𝙠 | Osborn Fic

ⁱⁿ ʷʰⁱᶜʰ ⁿᵒʳᵐᵃⁿ ᶠⁱⁿᵈˢ ʰⁱᵐˢᵉˡᶠ ˡᵒˢᵗ. ᵐᵃʸ ⁱˢ ᵈᵉᵃᵈ, ᵖᵉᵗᵉʳ ⁱˢ ᵇᵉᵗʳᵃʸᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵇᵉᵗᵗᵉʳ ʸᵉᵗ ʰᵉ ˢᶜᵃʳᵉᵈ ᵒᵗᵗᵒ ᵃʷᵃʸ.

You may consider waking up bloody and bruised with no memory of the past hour abnormal. Concerning, even. You just might think its strange to find yourself with blood painted hands in a set of swamp green armor curled up in an unknown alleyway. An alleyway so unknown that it seems to be from a different universe. Things like these, believe it or not, are actually indeed; normal. At least for one man, Norman Osborn.

tw: anxiety

Normans lungs burned of a thousand fires, screaming for relief. He had done no running, but still wheezed as if he had ran a marathon. In and out, in and out he whispered to himself fruitlessly. His fists clenched by his sides, bundling up drain-water ridden newspapers. How could he have been so weak? Why did he let goblin escape so easily? Norman had betrayed Peter, that poor kid. He had only wanted to help the lot of them escape their demons. Then in the end, Norman repaid him with blood shed and a burnt to the ground pent house complex. Norman shook his head, sobs pouring from his mouth like a title wave.

Normans whimpers and cries echoed around him, laughing. They danced around the dark alleyway in a tango, bouncing off the stone walls. His cheeks were tainted red and lips swollen from his salty tears. Norman shifted about the wet ground, uncomfortable from how wet he felt due to the muggy condensation. He hiccuped and gagged like a baby, wails seeming to never end. He didn't want this to happen, it wasn't the plan. He was doing so good with keeping the goblin under control, ignoring its insults that stabbed through him like daggers. Norman could have been fixed by now if it weren't for the Goblin. Norman only hiccuped again, shaking his head. A story with a good ending just wasn't possible for the ex-ceo. Never was and never will be. Not even in a different universe.

'You're weak, Osborn'

The voice was recognized to be the Goblins, making Normans heart speed up even more (if that's possible). Its voice was so similar to Normans, but yet so different. It was dark and brutal, polar opposite of Normans chocolately accent that could make men and women collapse. Goblin spoke with a hiss, voice as venomous as a king pythons strike. It's words were as dangerous as its actions, wrapping around Normans thoughts and constricting him of his memories and life. The only difference tonight was that the Goblin gave Norman the curse of memories.

"No, no I'm not!" Norman screamed at the Goblin. He then brought his knees to his chest and wrapped his arms around them in a cold hug. Norman rocked back and forth with a lowered head. His tears fell onto his stomach, making a small patch.

"Please just- leave!" Norman begged of the Goblin.

'Look at yourself, wailing like a baby. Crying for mommy to come pick him up from the scary alleyway..' The Goblin hissed in his ears.

'How pathetic....' It insulted before continuing.

'You're better than this Osborn! Don't you realize? I'm giving you everything! They'll do anything at your mercy, you idiot!' Goblin was now screaming, making Normans ears ring. His head spun a million miles an hour, eyes burning and brain churning. Norman lifted his hands to squeeze them around his ears in a helpless attempt to block out the noises in his own head. It came to no avail, the noises and voices only getting louder.

"No! Leave me be, please!" Norman screams loudly, using all the air in his rumbling stomach. The echo was intense, traveling straight down the alleyway into the unknown world. Then, everything was silent. The ringing suddenly stopped and the Goblins cackles came to a halt. There was nothing but pure, tantalizing silence.

After a few moments of breathing, Norman came to his senses. With a sniffle, he finally looked up and lowered his hands back into his lap. Right infront of him lay a shattered mirror, cracks drawn along the glass in a large spiderweb. Norman faced his reflection, just barley visible in the night. What a mess of a man he was, eyes red and puffy like his tear stained cheeks. Norman took in his sunken exhaustion-riddled appearance and swallowed dryly. When was the last time he got a sip of water? Normans stomach rumbled, distasteful to the absence of a burrito he requested hours before. The Goblin was right, he truly is weak.

'Peter doesnt care about you, Osborn so stop having remorse for his useless aunt.' The Goblin finally spoke up, voice much more quiet than before. Norman didn't respond. He brought his bottom lip and gnawed on it with his teeth, allowing the goblin to continue.

'You're more than this. Let us finish the job once and for all. That chid, Peter Parker... He can be everything.' The Goblin hummed.

'He needs to learn his power, we must show him.' Normans eyes trailed off of his reflection, eyebrows furrowing at this. What did the goblin mean?

'Look at me!' The Goblin snapped, making the ex-ceo jump. He was caught vulnerable, meeting evil-stricken eyes. His scruffy face was now written with a snarky smile, evidently taken over by the Goblin. Just like that, Norman was gone.

"Even you still need to learn, Osborn." The Goblin now spoke through Normans mouth in a sneer. He stood slowly, eyes never leaving the reflection that mimicked in the mirror.

"We will teach the boy to answer to his blood thirst, watch him take his first kill." Normans legs now moved like they had a mind of their own, approaching the mirror.

"How?" The weak voice of Norman escaped, barley a whisper. He had fallen to the Goblin once again, mind becoming progressively cloudier.

"We offer ourselves, of course. He's weak right now, emotionally vulnerable. Catch him off guard, make him squel to get his attention." The Goblin explained, voice dark. Norman was now shoved aside, his exhaustion being his weakness. The switch was faster than ligntning, as if Norman were going to sleep and the goblin waking up. The Goblin chuckled, looking off to the side. There the Goblins prized glider sat in the moonlight, waiting for use. It shined bright despite its current banged up state due to the endeavors of Peter Parker, glimmering under the dim light that the moon provided. Goblin hummed and took a step toward the glider, smirk growing. He crouched down next to the glider, bringing a hand to rest atop it. Swiping his finger on the dirty metal, he looked closely at the dust and ash that he picked up. What gorgeous chaos the goblin conducted in just a day, exciting him for what's to come in the next few hours. Rather it consisted of bloodshed or just destruction (preferably both), he was ready. The Goblin then stood, bringing himself to full height. His eyes stayed drawn to the glider, taking in what truly was going to happen if everything went according to his plan. Norman would not be returning home to Harry tonight.

"I will see you soon, Spiderman."

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