Hey guys. It’s me, Jack. Y’know, one of the spider sibs. You may know me as the brother of—

 

     Nothing to see here folks. Jack is just being a name teller. 

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Give me my pen back! Why are you writing what I’m saying!? 

Why did you write that!? Or that!? 

STOP IT NOW, OR I’ll EAT YOUR CHOCO CRISPS!!!

 

      Ahem, sorry about that. My insecure brother stole my pen because he thinks he has a “girl’s name” and doesn’t want me writing it down for the whole world to see. (He thinks it’s a girl’s name, even though it’s gender-neutral.) Anyways, I guess I should recap.

      Last time you heard from us, this crazy scientist showed up while we were digging for information about our past in our dad’s office. Next thing we knew, we were being kidnapped! The End… of the recap. On to the rest of the story!

 

Now, our story resumes in a dark and cold laboratory. When the others and I woke up, we were in a cage. The laboratory was filled with long desks and a few beakers that were hardly visible because of the dark. I heard a ribbit coming from the cage next to ours. The sign on the cage said, "Toad Triplets."

      Our furry spider bodies were numb. Our bodies look the same as a normal human body, but they are furry. We tried to get up, but our hands were chained to the bars of the cage. We all felt scared when, suddenly, a man walked towards us with plates that had insects on them.

      I scoffed in disbelief as he handed us the plates.

      “What are we, the Toad Triplets?” I asked.

      “Thankless brats,” he muttered as he took the plates from us and gave the Toad Triplets their food.

      “Take it,” he said to them coldly.

      “Ribbit,” one of them replied.

      The scientist came back to our cage. That’s when I noticed his odd appearance. He wore a torn lab coat with black gloves, but they looked tighter and more concealing on the left than the right. He had black pants and a tight leather belt. His hair was black and scruffy. I think he had cracked goggles on his head, but he had too much hair for me to tell. Anyways, he also had a half-mask covering the left side of his face. He didn’t have much facial hair except for small tufts of black hair under his mask. I also noticed a small red glow under the mask. Heck, if this was an opera, he would be the Phantom of it. 

      “Hello,” he said in a cold, disregarding tone. “Did you enjoy your sleep?”

      “None of your business,” I said. I regretted it immediately after I had said it because he gave me a look of pure hatred and anger.

      “Well, I’m glad you’re all awake because I needed my test subject,” he told us.

      “Test subject?” my sister Vanessa asked.

      “Why, of course. How could I complete my experiments without a test subject?” he asked tauntingly.

      He then pulled out a key, unlocked the cage, and came in.

      “What are you doing?” I asked in a confused tone.

      “Grabbing my test subject,” he said as he unlocked our chains.

      “Where are you taking me?” she asked in fear.

      “To the lab,” he said as he shut our cage and dragged her away.

      He left into the dark corridor leading to his secret lab and shut the door. We all looked at each other, horrified.

      After about two hours, he came back with Vanessa, who looked less furry. The fur she still had was paler, and her eyes had less of a glow. She was thrown back into the cage.

      “What did he do to you?” I asked her when the scientist left.