"…Huh? Where… am I?"
The words slipped from my mouth as I stood in a dimly lit room, cloaked in silence. The walls were cloaked in webs—thick, ancient, and untouched. Corners held nests of still, watching spiders, and the floor beneath me was lined with a narrow, silken path.
Curiosity tugged at me. I followed the path, each step echoing in the silence, the spiders on either side turning as if to observe me—not with hostility, but with… recognition. As I approached the end of the path, my eyes widened.
Suspended in the center of a massive web was a figure. His form was strange, human and not. The lower half of his body was arachnid, vast and powerful, with long legs that merged into the web itself. The upper half was cloaked, humanoid, yet featureless beneath a porcelain-like mask. His presence was overwhelming, ancient, and cosmic. Yet, despite the eerie calm, I couldn't help but feel that I'd seen this figure before.
Me: "…He kind of looks like the Master Weaver…"
???: "You would be correct in your thoughts."
I froze. The figure spoke—not with a voice, but with a presence that resonated directly in my mind.
Master Weaver: "I am the guardian of the Great Web of Life and Destiny. And you, young one, have been summoned here at my request."
Confused, I took a step back. "But… why me? I'm just some average guy."
My voice trembled with uncertainty. I wasn't anyone special. Not a genius. Not a prodigy. Just someone who tried to get through life doing the right thing when I could.
Master Weaver: "Ah, but that is precisely why I chose you."
The weaver's many eyes seemed to glimmer in the darkness.
Master Weaver: "I have watched you since your first years of high school. I saw the friendships you nurtured, the way you lifted others up even when you yourself were brought down. Many saw you as a brother—not by blood, but by heart. I witnessed your pain, your quiet perseverance. You got back up every time life knocked you down. Even when love eluded you, when friendships faded, you kept moving forward. That resilience… that selflessness… that is what true strength looks like."
I didn't know what to say. My chest felt heavy. Part disbelief. Part emotion.
Master Weaver: "The world of Remnant is dying, young one. A world filled with darkness, distrust, and despair. The Brother Gods came to me—yes, the very ones from the stories you watched long ago. RWBY, was it not? That animated show you loved as a child."
My eyes widened. "Wait, RWBY? Seriously?"
I ran a hand through my hair. "I mean, I used to watch it—got as far as the Fall of Beacon. After that, I kinda… fell off. But what could I even do? I'm not some chosen one. I'm not a genius. I'm just a guy who tries to help when he can."
Master Weaver: "And that is precisely why you will succeed. You have studied and admired the ideals of a certain hero your whole life, haven't you? The one who always tried to do what was right, no matter the cost."
Then I saw it—a red and blue spider, elegant and otherworldly, descend from the web and crawl onto my arm.
Master Weaver: "You have the heart of a Spider-Man. And now, you shall become one."
Before I could react, the spider sank its fangs into my arm.
Me: "Agh!"
I swatted it away, clutching my arm as warmth surged through me. I felt it. A change. A pull.
Master Weaver: "It has chosen you. Your soul had already made its choice the moment you admired that symbol, the moment you yearned to be someone who could help others without expecting anything in return."
He extended a clawed hand, opening a portal—a swirling gate of glowing threads.
Master Weaver: "I will send you to Remnant—one year before the events of canon begin. You'll have time to train, to learn, to grow. Your mind has been enhanced to match what your hero possessed—keen intellect, rapid learning, and sharp instincts. Do not waste this opportunity, Andrew."
I took a deep breath.
Me: "…Thank you. I won't let you down."
With a nod, I stepped through the portal.
A New Thread Begins
The first thing I noticed was the light breeze and the distant sounds of a city. I stumbled a little, then realized—I looked younger. Fifteen, maybe sixteen at most.
"Okay… gonna freak out about that later."
I stood at the edge of a street in Vale, the city bustling in the distance. At my feet was a box, with a note that read:
"You're all set. ID is taken care of. Apartment's paid for. Good luck, kid."
–MW
Inside was a key and a small map. I followed it to a modest apartment complex. Not fancy, but cozy. Clean. Mine.
And waiting for me inside, on the bed, was a briefcase.
Heart pounding, I opened it—and there it was.
A suit. Red and blue, sleek, with a large spider emblem stretched across the chest. The design was familiar—The Amazing Spider-Man 2 suit. Underneath, a pair of web-shooters gleamed, fully functional, with built-in refill tech.
"All I have to do is repair them when needed…" I whispered, relief washing over me.
Laying back on the bed, I stared at the ceiling.
A new world. A new life. A new chance.
"…Let's do this."