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Wordcount: 1,700

Genre: Male!Witch!Reader x Peter Parker/Spider-Man | The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina x Marvel (MCU) AU Summary: “When Dr. Strange informs Tony that an unknown power seems to be rising in Greendale, Peter is sent on his first solo mission under the Avengers to locate the source. Thinking it could potentially be a weapon (or even an Infinity stone brought to Earth), it's agreed that Peter will go undercover to infiltrate the town to avoid drawing attention. While arriving in a new town brings with it new friends and new opportunities - the town of Greendale houses something far darker than anything the Avengers are prepared for.”

Warnings: None

Author’s Notes: Finally posted something again, I know! It’s been a while. I’ve just been busy putting off all my Christmas shopping. But I’ve been feeling inspired lately and I have a lot of stuff to post as we get closer to Christmas. I hope everyone is as excited as I am. Also, hope this chapter gets people excited, starting a new fic is always hard but I have a lot mapped out for this fic and really think you guys will have fun reading :) Next chapter we get some Peter ♡ Also, if you’d like to be on the tag list, just say so in a comment below!

MONDAY, OCTOBER 20th, OF THIS YEAR

Fire, ash, wood, and leaves are all you can smell. You lay there in the darkness for some time just inhaling the smoke that was all around you. You can't see it, but you know it's there. You can hear the crackling and breaking of scorched wood, you can taste the filth as ash coats the back of your throat, and you can still feel the heat on your skin. You want nothing more than you open your eyes and run as fast as you can away from whatever goes on around you, but you can't. Your body won't respond to your impulses. Try as you might, your eyes stay shut, your mouth remains sealed, and your body lays still as a stone.

At first, you think you're dreaming. It would be the perfect makings of a nightmare, after all. But soon enough, you begin to wonder if you're actually dead, and that this perhaps could be the afterlife. If it is, disappointment doesn't even begin to cover your feelings towards it. You try hard - so hard that it feels like your brain is splitting - desperately trying to remember what actions led to this very moment. But you can't. No matter how much effort you put into it, the memories of minutes, hours, days, and even months passed won't return. This revelation scares you more than any fire.

You feel something wet roll across your face. It's soft and slippery as it glides over your skin. You can't even begin to fathom what it is - but then it happens again. Over and over this unseen appendage slides across your cheek. You can feel your eyes twitch under your lids, your fingers start to tingle, and even your lips begin to part, letting cool Autumn air flow into your lungs. That's when you hear it, a bark - a loud dog's bark right against your ear. It frightens you, but it's also enough to jolt you from the ground.

Your eyes are finally open. You can feel them dart in every direction, not knowing where to look first. There's the wet feeling again, this time on your hand. You turn your head so fast you almost give yourself whiplash, but what you see surprises you.

It's a dog - a big dog in fact. You watch as this black Doberman licks your hand clean of any soot before he too takes notice of your gaze. He turns up, looking directly into your eyes. You can practically feel his stare burn into you, but the longer you look into the jet black eyes of the dog, you begin to feel something else. It starts as a light headache - gentle but prevalent - but then it turns into something more. Thoughts enter in and out of your mind, all of them disjointed and out of order, but one thing stands out amongst all else - a name.

"Z-Zeus...?" Your voice cracks as you speak the name as it constantly repeats in your head. The dog's ears perk up, his tongue flopping out of his mouth as he leans in to lick your cheek once more. Soon, other memories work their way to the front to connect the dots. It's his name. He's your dog, Zeus - your familiar, your friend, and your partner. Nothing else makes sense at this moment, your head still a jumbled mess of information. But Zeus doesn't give you time to ponder your predicament any longer. You watch as his ears lay back as he sets his sights behind you.

You turn to see what has his attention. As the smoke is carried away by the October breeze, you see it. No more than twenty feet away from you sits the skeleton of a house - charred and mangled by fire. The few flames that remain and the many cinders that coat the wooden beams are enough to cast a golden gleam on the trees behind it. You shakily get to your feet, Zeus standing protectively beside you.

The feeling comes again. You can feel thoughts, ideas, voices, and words go in and out of your head. It feels as though you're on a speeding train, actively trying to communicate with those who stand at the platform. You pick out small things, a word or memory here and there, but most is lost in an echo. After a few hazy minutes of it though, you finally make the connection.

"This... is my house." You whisper into the air. Zeus's paw pats at your foot. You turn to him, and somehow the look in his deep black eyes are enough to let you know that you are correct. This is your house - or perhaps it was your house. And now, it's gone.

It's strange. You feel... well, you're not sure how you feel. You look into the ash and actively know, everything you own is nothing more than dust at this point. But you don't grieve for any of it - simply because you can't remember any of it. That's when you get to thinking. Were you in this house alone? What about your parents?

That word sends a chill down your spine. Parents. Parents. No matter how many times you say, think, or scream those words, no memories come to you. You know you have parents, everyone does. But you can't remember their names, their faces, even their voices. What crosses your mind next makes you sick to your stomach. You don't miss them. You don't miss your own parents. How could you? You don't even know who they are. You can't miss something you don't recall ever having.

It's not the worry that hurts you - because you don't have any of that. It's guilt. You feel tremendously guilty. What kind of a son can't even remember his parents? What kind of son can't recall the face of the very woman who gave him life? Tears begin to stream down your face, and that makes the pain even worse, because no matter how many tears fall, no matter how many cries you let out into the dark, no matter how many times you smash your hands into your empty head - you can't remember anything.

You feel Zeus's body leave your side. He walks to the edge of the woods, standing motionless.

"Zeus?" You call out, but still, he doesn't move. Before you can call out a second time, you watch as your familar takes off into the darkness of the Greendale woods. You quickly sprint in after him, calling his name with every bound. You feel the warmth and light of the fire leave you as you venture deeper and deeper into the woods. Things grow dark very quickly, and if it weren't for Zeus's occasional bark into the night, you would've surely gotten lost by now. You watch his tale in the distance as your only guide, hoping you won't lose track.

"Where are you going?!" you scream out, your voice bouncing off the trees. Zeus responds with a quick bark and continues forward, leaping over every stone and branch in his way. You can barely keep up, the chill from the air making it hard to breathe. You wouldn't last much longer at this rate. You were just so exhausted - physically and mentally. And just when you feel your legs are about to give way beneath you, you see a light in the distance.

The trees break, and the moon shines brightly above you. You finally catch up the Zeus, who now sits patiently for you at the edge of the trees.

"W-What... the hell... was all that about?" you can barely catch your breath, speaking in segments through your still scorched throat. You begin to feel a bit light headed. Was it the running, the fire, or was it whatever was going on in your head? Regardless you found it difficult to stand on your own two legs anymore. Zeus noticed this as well and nudged you, quickly turning to face the source of light you saw through the trees.

There stood, in the center of the clearing, a large grey house. It sat there peacefully adorned with dozens of lit jack-o-lanterns across the deck. You saw as smoke puffed from the chimney and lights gleamed from almost every window. Not far from it was a sign, also illuminated.

"Spellman Mortuary. Funerals, rituals, and rites." you read aloud, trying to focus your vision just long enough to grasp maybe where it was Zeus led you. You could hear his feet sprint off again, this time in the direction of the house. You groan to yourself, unsure you could keep pace with him this time. But you didn't want to be alone - you felt alone enough. And Zeus was all you had for the time being.

So you rush after the dog the best you can, feeling woozier with every few feet, unsure you'd even make it to the house. You watch as your familiar makes it to the front door, barking loud enough to wake the whole town. You only have a few more feet to go, but your legs ache and begin to fold. You reach the bottom of the stairs when you finally drop. You try to keep yourself upright but you just can't. You're so tired - tired of running, of feeling guilty, of trying to remember, and of so much more. Your eyes slowly droop as your dog continues to bark at the front door, but It's not enough to keep you awake.

Soon, the sounds around you begin to drift, almost turning into echoes. You hear the front door open, and Zeus finally stops.

"Now where did you come from, beast?" a woman’s voice speaks to Zeus. You can't find the strength to look up and put a face to the voice. You hear Zeus shuffle down the deck steps to stand by your side once more.

"Oh my... Hilda, Sabrina! Come quick!" the voice calls out once more - the last thing you hear before you finally drift off, back into the quiet dark.

“The witches are coming.”

I created a version of the spellman sisters mortuary. It’s not an exact replica but I think it turned out pretty good :p. My Account: https://www.ea.com/games/the-sims/the-sims-4/pc/gallery/browse?category=all&searchtype=ea_origin_id&sortby=downloads&time=all&searchquery=Amazing_Unicorn&max=50&maxis=false

Please do not re upload and claim as your own, if you want to refurnish it please link the original build.

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