The Adventures Of Spider Hollow

Part One- It All Started In 2009 . . .

        Once upon a time, there were 4 fuckers who thought it would be a nice idea to take a break from their ordinary, boring as shit lives.

Perhaps it was all the cocaine they snorted or the insane amount of opium that just seemed to fall out of their asses, but one day those fuckers decided it would be a good idea to rename themselves fruit. (because that is how fucked they were)

Mango, peach, melon, and grape were their names and for some fucking reason, they wanted to go to Florida for the 12345735 times in their life.

It took an unbearable amount of time for them to make it across customs, and when they finally did, their drugs stored safely up their asses, they boarded a creepy as shit plane and allowed it to take them to "Florida."

When at last they were allowed to remove the blinds from their windows, not finding it strange at all that they were the only ones on the piece of shit plane, mango shrieked in horror.

"Why is it fucking POURING???"

As one they peeked out the window and were met with dark clouds that could fuck someone up.

"Are you sure this is Florida?" Grape asked wearily, picking at her anime painted fingernails.

"Does this look like Florida dipshit?" Melon hissed.

Within the hour the plane had landed, and sure enough, there was no Florida in sight. Although there was a tubby boy asleep at the base of an overgrown tree. And as mother nature will it peach automatically fell in love with a boy who had shit himself on his bus in kindergarten and who cried at every fucking thing known to man. Peach rushed to him and placed a hand on his head.

"He must have been bitten by a spider." peach whispered glancing down at his childlike body even though there was NOT ONE bite mark in sight.

"And how in the fuck do you know that?" mango said crossing her arms across her chest.

"He just has that vibe." Peach shrugged.

"Whatever you say dumbass."

Suddenly his eyes opened, a striking set of blue gems met peaches and she felt a jolt of lust course through her body. By god, she would not let him get away from her without fucking him long and hard, as she assumed she would be had she have been born a boy. He jolted at the sight of peach perched over top of him.

"Jesus fucking Christ" he barked. "Back the fuck up.

Peach frowned and removed herself from on top of him and retreated back towards mango and the others obvious to the looks of absolute fucking terror the boy kept shooting at her.
"Are you alright?" mango asked extending a hand to help the boy up.

"Yeah I'm fine," he answered. He stared up at mango with unfocused eyes. "too many shrooms. been fucking with my head."

He looked pleasantly in the distance. "I suppose it could also have something to do with the fact that I was supposed to be in Florida but ended up in this shit hole. You wanna know what this place is called? FUCKING SPIDER HOLLOW,  who the fuck in their right mind would name a place that?"

"Wait,"  started grape, "you were going to Florida too?"

"That's the only piece of fucking information you found valuable from his little rant?" a sarcastic melon remarked. "What a fucking coincidence. Do you know how many fucking people go to Florida?"

Mango ignored their banter and rested a hand on her dimpled chin. "What's your name?"

"Nash," he replied bowing his head. A lock of dark hair fell over his eyes making him resemble a fallen angel, or had it been mango who described him, a typical emo teenager.

"Although I don't know if I feel like nash anymore I haven't felt like nash in a while."
"Enough of this pity party shit lets get the fuck out of here." melon hissed lugging her suitcase up a relatively steep hill.

"I wouldn't go that way if I were you," Nash whispered, his voice softer then the light wind caressing their faces. Melon continued her trek up the hill, ignoring Nash's warning. She only stopped when he breathed, "unless you want to live that is."

Melon turned sharply towards nash her dark braid cutting through the air.  "And what, might I ask is over the hill?"

Nash paused choosing his words carefully. His sudden stillness made even the crickets go quiet. Certainly, the threat over the hill wasn't as bad as he thought it was? Was it? The thought sent a chill down their spines.

"A field of sleeping spiders," he said simply as if they were discussing the weather. "And if you wake them," he said removing his shirt to reveal a chiseled set of abs, "you end up like me."

Nash's torso was covered in sets of bite marks. some were small and were barely recognizable while others had marks that were a considerable length apart. Not one of them wished to see the beast that had left those marks. 

"What in the fucking fuck." grape whispered starstruck.

"Now trust me when I tell you to stay away-"
Nash was cut off by the shrike of mango. Two spiders had somehow made their way across the clearing and were steadily crawling towards mango and grape.

Mango managed to jump out of the way before the spider pounced, but grape was not as lucky. The spider, the size of a schizo, lept on grape and bit the exposed flesh of her neck. Instantly she collapsed to the ground and with a cry of pain her eyes fell shut.