<div class="floatright">(https://pre00.deviantart.net/e4ae/th/pre/i/2016/022/0/9/muffet_by_lenecian9-d9ox1w9.png)</div>On the ceiling just behind Harold, a small cluster of spiders crawled over eachother, carrying something as ants would carry a large meal. They seemed to have... A cellphone? It seemed a very cautious individual was responding to the call to arms.<br/><br/>Outside of the building and down the block, a woman with a shawl and an oddly silky trench-coat checked a burner cellphone she had acquired. Muffet was many things, but most of all, she was cautious. When an opportunity presented itself, she never made her initial dealings in person. That could spell trouble for her. The fact that a slip of paper had made its way to Muffet at all was a matter of great alarm within her nest. It could be a trap-- it could be anything! However, the reason why Muffet couldn't just ignore it, was because one of those 'anythings' could be her chance at<em>revenge</em>.<br/><br/>Muffet had worked so hard to see her spiders brought together again. Now, they were more scattered than ever. It was unacceptable. The death of the multiverse was also a problem in terms of finding living space and sources of income, of course, but the important thing was that<em>they were hurting spiders.</em>Only spiders were allowed to hurt spiders. This wasn't something Muffet could allow to stand.<br/><br/>Like the strings of a marionette, the spiders would collectively begin descending from thin webs behind Harold, stopping at his eye-level. They held Muffet's phone aloft, giving the brief appearance that it was floating in mid-air. A whimsical voice came from the speakerphone, addressing Harold in a cheery, delighted tone.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><em>"Oh, I feel the strings tugging. They have found someone outside the apartment. Ahuhuhu~ Hello dear, are you the one who sent that charming letter?"</em></span>