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You know what? Fuck it. Your curiosity was starting to get the better of you now. Might as well see where this goes. You were either the victim of an elaborate prank, or the focus of a very dedicated stalker.
You gave the billboard a thumbs up, and a traffic signal icon appeared above the arrow. When the light went green, you pushed yourself off of the building and started swinging in the direction that the arrows were pointing in.
To your surprise, the people on the streets below began cheering you on. You weren’t doing anything particularly special, but it would seem that they thought this was all part of some game. And it probably was, in a sense. You were paying close attention to your spider sense the entire time, but you couldn’t detect anything remotely resembling danger. In fact, you were kind of starting to…relax a little bit.
The race was only one part of the game. Whoever was pulling the strings, was kind enough to include mini-games in between checkpoints. There were accuracy challenges where you were tasked with tagging glowing circles on the billboards with precise webshots. Sometimes they’d even ask you personality questions that sounded like they’d been ripped straight from a teen girl magazine. Whenever you wanted to answer one, you’d fire a webshot at one of the bubbles next to the question. Whenever you thought the questions were getting too personal, you pointedly ignored them. Even when they started to literally follow you throughout the city. The ones who were following the event jokingly jeered at you when you did that, but you reserved your right to your privacy.
At one point when you began running alongside one of the billboards, you caught a glimpse of a digitally created silhouette running alongside you, mirroring your exact movements like a translucent shadow.
The words <span class="mu-r">“Go, Spidey, Go!”</span> appeared on the screens, and you could hear some people down below chanting along with it. It was a strange feeling, but a good one.
As you went deeper into the city, where there were far less billboards, the race became a bit more challenging. The arrows would appear on televisions inside of nearby shops, traffic lights, and even a few cell phones on certain occasions. When that would happen, the person holding them had to point you in the right direction. Some people recoiled when you approached them, and some kids outright cried and ran to receive protection from their parents. But others were surprisingly eager to help you. Whatever this was, everyone was having fun with it. Everyone wanted to know where you were going and what this was all leading up to. They were shouting your name and cheering you on. It was like a massive scavenger hunt.
You’ve never had this much attention on you before. If you didn’t look so damn good in this suit, you might’ve even blushed a little.
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