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Penfold Stekins (or Smiley as he was known, or rather
had been known, to his close friends) had no idea whether it was night or day. No idea of the date. No idea of
anything much really.
He only knew one thing.
Spiders. He had been saying for what seemed an age. "Beware The Spiders"
Ok , he knew he sounded like a B Movie extra but he was totally convinced. No one listened. No one cared. All he
got was jokes.
Well, when Incy Wincy came to visit and sucked the life out of every man, woman and child, they weren't laughing.
They came out of the walls, out of every cellar, every crevasse, every hole and nook.
Smiley had been prepared. He'd made a stronghold. The bastards weren't going to get him.
He called it Splat Central. If one of the hairy fuckers even attempted to show its ugly, many-eyed face around
the place, he was prepared. He had guns, grenades, trip wires ( lots of them, these things have eight legs!), chemicals
and rolled up magazines. Arachnophobe? Nope. Visionary was how Smiley preferred to think of himself. They'd laughed,
oh how they'd laughed. But when the invasion came, only he had been prepared.
He had been holed up in his homemade cell for months. He'd survived on the supplies he'd carefully put away for
when he knew the inevitable invasion would come.
But now he feared for the rest of the world….
For weeks the forces of Spiderdom had attempted everything in their power to get in. They scratched and scurried,
scurried and scratched. The noises had driven him close to insanity, imagining the armies of hairyness desperately
trying to break into his fortress.
But then the scuttling and scurrying around his underground shelter had stopped. Very suddenly, a few weeks ago.
In an instant, all together, they had ceased their attempts to invade his fortress.
Ha! The reinforced metal walls, floor and ceiling had held off the advances of the arachnid horde, just as he'd
planned. It had worked. He was a genius!
He'd opened a Mars bar that day. He decided he needed to celebrate! Incy Wincy had climbed up the spout again.
Loser!
But since then, the deathly silence had become even more intolerable. Smiley had always known that thinking too
much was bad for him. He had ideas. Ideas that turned into monsters…
Now he imagined the whole world as a giant spider web. Each little human, either already trapped, or waiting to
fall into its sticky grip.
What if he was the only person alive? What if there really was nothing left but a huge mass of silk spun traps?
That would mean millions of spiders, all encamped around his hiding place, waiting for one last meal…
With that, he realised the fatal flaw to his plan. Yes, he had escaped the deadly mandibles of the spider invasion,
but he had no way of telling what was now going on "outside". And if he opened the door, a million arachnids
would descend on him, pouring into the opening, a tide of terror, intent on drowning him in its eight legged grip.
What the hell was he going to do? Think man, think.
He knew he needed to calm down. Got to get a grip. His mind raced as he fought frantically for a solution to his
predicament.
Then it struck him.
Penfold Stekins (or Smiley to his sadly devoured mates) had a revelation. He suddenly knew exactly that to do!
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