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๐ซ๐๐๐ค๐ฒ (Part 2)
Please, don't hide your imperfections
Nature took two tries to make the man in white
No, I don't mind, you are a beauty
Not temptation, you're my creationย
The Red Room (as Mitchell called it) was a room with nails drilled into every spot of the wall. Every nail was paired with a set of rusty keys; dozens and dozens of keys were on the wall. Whenever asked about it, Peter would say that every key had a purpose; a new door to open and explore.
Peter always kept the keys in perfect alignment, every single nail had to have a set of keys. None should be missing, none should be the same; all unique in their own way.
But when Mitchell rushed into Peterโs house on Sunday on the phone with Harley, she didnโt even think before rushing into the Red Room. Mitchell would usually say that she wasnโt one to get scared easily, yet she wonโt deny it when she screamed.
Every single key was gone. Just like Peter Parker.