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#ALSO ALSO. sorry im so normal. anyways. idk where ur harry in relation to mine but i imagine he's at least close enough to hear/see mine --
oscxrpceo · 4 months
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Harry Osborn is no stranger to waking up in strangely familiar places, whether that's the bed of the random person he went home with the night before, or, more recently, his bed -- in another universe. Somehow, he can always tell he's not in his home universe just by the way the sheets feel. Sometimes, they're a nice silk, othertimes an annoying microfiber cotton.
And, unfortunately, today is one of those days where he wakes up in a bed that something in him tells him is his, but not. He just hope this universe's Harry is, for lack of better words, living.
The ones where he's not are always harder to be in. He's a walking corpse in his own universe thanks to the botched Spider-Serum he'd attempted to make, but sometimes it's worse when that's literal.
He also hopes that he's not, well, currently dating someone. That'll make things awfully awkward.
"At least I'm not made of paint," he says.
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