"By Jove, the little lass is finally awake."Gwen Stacy
Her eyes flickered open to what sounded like children cheering? No, it took a while for her senses to realign themselves, but when she did she was aware that the children cheering was clearly recorded, fake. As her senses returned, so did her intense smell, and almost immediately her senses honed on blood. Large amounts of it. She could hear heartbeats, vast amounts of them, and smell the sweat and pheromones of what was clearly fear radiating from the crowd gathered somewhere nearby. As well as an elevated heartbeat nearby, an excited heartbeat, a man by the smell. And his blood, so close, so sweet. Her fangs emerged from her gums, but she kept her mouth closed as her eyes finally flickered open.
She was bombarded by several lights, blinding her as she stood up. She was able to make out several men surrounding her, all wearing the costumes of dead presidents, pointing guns at a frightened audience. Some puppet was staring at her, and there was a man, a tall man attached to the puppet, well groomed and good-looking. Her vision suddenly swam.
And she collapsed onto her knees.
“What?? Wha-t do you do to me? W-where am I? Who are you?! Why am I so ..... weak?”
She then noticed the bucket and her eyes widen, connecting two and two together.
Funnybone, hearing the dog puppet's words turned around and smiled, letting out a deranged, childish laugh as he clapped his hands cheerfully.
"Oh goody. Oh goody! You are finally awake. Now we can start today's playdate Spider-Girl."
The stock children hooting echoed through the studio once as the obviously terrified crowd began to clap loudly, as to sate the men with guns. Suddenly, a woman stands up from the crowd and spray George Washington with what appeared to mace hidden in her purse. As Washington grabbed his face and screamed in pain, the woman tried to make a run for it, only to be greeted with buckshot to the chest by the man dressed as Nixon. Funnybone immediately breaks down laughing, saying," Looks like somebody made a boo-boo." Suddenly, Funnybone stood still, his face blank. He then muttered to himself in a soft, rural-sounding voice,
"Oh God, what have I done."
Funnybone immediately started to shake his head and hit it. Suddenly, he turns around, grinning his biggest grin yet as he says to Gwen in the now familiar childish voice,
"Now, are you ready to begin our playdate?"