It would never be me, I thought. I would never be stupid enough to get caught, I thought. Who would be blind enough to fall for their traps, I thought.
I thought wrong.
One of those slow moving, wingless animals was after me again with their weird sticks, swinging it around in lazy loops. It’s no joke if they really catch you with it though. I saw a friend get caught… It was a mess. But they’re so slow! It’s hard to take them seriously. I easily evaded them and tried to take cover in my high corner. The problem was that the Spiders caught on.
The Flies and the Spiders have always had it out for each other. The Eight-legs were jealous of our wings. Even with so many legs they can’t get as far as us.
Now I can’t get as far as anyone.
I could get free. I've seen Fliers come back with horror stories. Some flew in missing their legs while others managed to crawl to the nearest busy trash heap without a wing. I struggled against the sticky ropes trying to feel for places that it was weak. I felt no give.
It’ll be back soon. No one has ever been through what the Eight-legs do to us and lived to tell the tale. I can only use my imagination.
Too much time has gone by. Why was it waiting? I’m here. I can’t go. Just end it.
Just end the wait.
I’m a fly that’s trapped
In a web
But I’m thinking that
My spider’s dead.
Lonely, lonely little life
I could kid myself in thinking that I’m fine.-Always by Panic! At the Disco