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Science was a simple thing, at least it was a simple thing for Neil to comprehend, but this ; this had no simple science behind it for Neil to grasp at. There was nothing for him to use as some scientific explanation that he can use to put his mind at ease from all this, because this should not be humanly possible. So, if it isn't truly something possible, then why are Neil's hands currently stuck to his work desk? The even bigger question here is, why the fuck can't he move them either?
All he wanted to do was get back to his experimenting after falling asleep before finishing it, was that too much to ask for? Apparently it was, because now, his hands are stuck to a damn table (and he can really feel the chipping paint, which he hates), and he can't do his work. He can't even have this one thing, can't do the one thing he had planned for today. There always has to be some crazy shit going on.
Neil was going to lose his actual mind.
He was going to break the table. He was going to grip the table so hard that he broke it. It would be the only way for him to cope with whatever the fuck was happening to him. It's not like he can communicate his frustration verbally, because if he did that, he would draw attention to himself and therefore cause his dad to come up in his room and see this. Neil didn't even have to be as smart as he is to know that that won't work out well.
So, he will sit in silence and begrudgingly wait for his hands to magically unstick themselves the same way that they had stuck to the table.
Okay, what the fuck?
Why are his hands still not moving? What else is there to do? He ponders on his thoughts out of pure boredom, there wasn't much else to do when you're in a situation like this.
He thought back to what he had been doing the night before. He can barely even remember what he had been trying to do with the various concoctions spread out on his desk. One thing that he can remember though, is a spider.
Spiders were odd. He wasn't completely scared of them, he just didn't like them. A spider had crawled up on his desk when he was in the middle of his testing which was bad for two reasons; one, it was annoying, and two, it could change the entire directory of his experiment. If the spider traversed at the wrong time and gotten infected by a chemical, there was no telling what could happen, it could be a nuclear issue. Or, when Neil tries to move the spider away, he could hit a chemical and knock it over, which would be another nuclear issue.
And of course, that's exactly what he did.
When Neil had been trying to shoo the spider away, his hand had hit one of his test tubes, causing it to fall. The spider had become the least of his problems, because at that moment he had been more worried about whatever horrific explosion, or disastrously impact that the chemical spill could have. It was moments like that that he had been thankful for protective gear like gloves and for having enough common sense to wear them. Despite that, he hated the rubbery feel of those certain gloves and how much it annoyed him, but he was glad for the durability of them. He had gone to grab a material to absorb up the mixture and by that point, the spider was completely out of his mind, making it the perfect time for it to strike.
And with that, bam!
The spider had crawled up his leg and back to his neck, biting the back of it.
He had paused for a minute because of the slight sting of the bite before moving on with cleaning everything up. When he was finished he had started to feel tired. Too tired to move from his desk, and that's the whole reason his hands got stuck to the table; because he had fallen asleep at the table.
Neil has been bitten by spiders before, but something about this one was different. It hadn't left as much of a sting, but had made him feel…weird, a sense of tenseness settling deep in his bones and veins.
He hadn't thought too much about it at the time, being more focused on the pressing issue of the dangers that chemical spills bring in that moment, but now he actually had time. Maybe his different reaction had been because he was allergic to that specific type of spider? But that didn't make enough sense, because if it was a reaction, the bite likely would have been itchy and swelling due to being the outlet for the venom injection. When he was able to unstuck his hands, he would do some more research on that on his computer.
And now he was back to thinking about the current predicament he was in.
It really was fucking weird that he was sticking to surfaces, it was like he was-
An insect. An Arachnid.
A spider.
Neil looked down at his hands and blinked, slowly breathing in and out. He lifted his fingers and suddenly, he wasn’t stuck anymore.
He stayed in the hunched position for a few seconds more despite not needing to, just trying to process everything.
What the fuck is this?
He finally sits up and just sits there in the seat for a moment, staring off into space to hopefully distract him from whatever this is. It doesn't work, of course, because this time he's actually trying to be sidetracked with something else; it only works when it's by accident. He gives up on that whole ordeal and decides instead to do the exact opposite of what he had been trying to do; focus on the problem.
He lifts his hand to the back of his neck and feels around until he feels a bump, signifying him of the spider bite. When he finds it, he also feels something else there. It feels like a thread of some sorts. Despite it probably not being the most logical idea, he decides to pull at it, immediately wincing, but he doesn't stop until it comes out.
"Ow…" He mutters.
Finally, the string deattatches from his neck and he brings it infront of him.
Shit, shit, shit.
It was a spider web. A spider web.
Neil's eyes widen as he finally realizes what happened.
When the chemical had spilled, it must have been poured onto the spider, causing it to be contaminated, making the spider venom radioactive. That means that when the spider had bit him, the venom had a different effect on him than a typical spider bite would. Specifically, the venom had given him the ability to stick to surfaces and probably other abilities he hasn't even discovered yet.
The abilities of a spider. He had gained the abilities of a spider.
"Holy shit." He says out loud to himself.
What is happening?