"There has to be a pod falling SOMEWHERE...." Tarantulas grumbled to himself, tips of his claws pattering away at the keyboard of a large console. The dank and dark cave he was lurking in complimented the monstrous mind of the Predacon scientist. "I have to get off this rock while there's still time!"
Then, he heard something. At first it seemed to be an echo of his own voice, but he realized it was something else. He turned around. Nothing. The spider
Black Widow
By: Ruler101
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