Two enemies who had only met briefly once stared back at each other with pure, venomous hate. A mutual hate had formed between Creepie and Velma the Spider Queen when they first met and had quickly become all-consuming. Each spider girl had a different reason for hating the other. Velma hated Creepie because she was meddling in her quest to rule the world. Anyone who stood in the way of what Velma wanted was an enemy and deserved to a slow, painful death in her belly. While Velma’s hate was based on Creepie’s actions towards her, the multi-haired goth’s reasons were completely selfless. Velma didn’t care about anyone, human, bug or arachnid. She would wipe out the human race if she had to and sacrifice billions and billions of innocent bugs doing it. Seeing the lives of bugs and humans treated so shallowly put a fire in her spirit that wouldn’t go out. Creepie was going to squish Velma, not for her actions against her, but her actions against everyone.

“So here we are, spider against spider, it’s kind of sad it had to come to this,” Velma hissed as she circled around a defensive Creepie. The Spider Queens eyes moved down Creepie’s figure, studying ever inch of her succulent body. Licking her lips, Velma felt a pang of regret that she was going to have to kill Creepie for trying to stop her. She would have made an ideal queen to stand next to her in the new world order.

“The only thing sad about this is that someone hasn’t stopped you sooner.”

“Now, now, be polite. No reason to get hostile.”

“Hostile! You want hostile, take a look in front of you!” Creepie gestured in front of her to the battle going on. Spider carcasses were flying everywhere as Grim, Billy and Mandy reduced the army of thousands down to zero, but whenever one line of bug soldiers went down another took their place. No matter how hard they fought, more bugs came stampeding at them, stepping over the bodies of their fallen comrades. Creepies friends were getting tired, they were ten times stronger then the toughest bug, but there were too many of them. Soon they would be overtaken and everything would be lost.

“Forget about them,” Velma laughed, dismissing the fight going on in the background. “Lets talk about you the special one. I suppose when you came after me all you thought about was how evil I was and how you being the good guy had to stop me. But your wrong, I’m not the bad guy and you’re not the good guy.”

“Are you saying you’re good and I’m bad?” Creepie asked in disbelief. There were a lot of stoners in Middlington, if Velma ate one while they were high it might explain why she wasn’t making any sense.

“No, neither of us are good or bad, only grey. Tell me Creepie, how many people have you eaten? How many people have you let be eaten? How many times have you turned your back on someone in need just because you didn’t like them? Tell me, does a good person do that. Do they let people they don’t like suffer?”

Velma grinned as the gears in Creepie’s mind turned; She was considering her words carefully. This was good, maybe there was still hope for the girl raised by bugs to see the light. Velma may hate Creepie for standing in her way, but if Creepie turned over to her side, she wasn’t going to turn her away. There wasn’t enough sexy spider girls on earth and Velma hadn’t been with someone in a few centuries. If she could get Creepie on her side, she could also get her into her bedchambers. The fun she could have with a fellow spider made the hair on her legs stand up.

“We are so alike Creepie, both of us were teased at school, made to be considered freaks. They called us freaks because they feared us, knowing that some day we would rule the world. There were a few who could be tolerated, but they only kept you back. You care about bugs and humans, which is fine. However, this world is only big enough for one. If you try and save the humans, your family will eventually perish. Bugs can be reasoned with, humans not so much.”

Creepie lowered her defense as Velma spoke, giving the Spider Queen room to move in. In spite of this, she didn’t attack. Instead she placed a hand supportively on Creepies shoulder and moved her mouth to her ear to whisper more seductive words. “We are different sides of the same coin, join me and create a utopia for all bug kind. We will rule the humans and control the bugs, what do you say?”

“What do I say,” Creepie repeated Solemnly. She looked into the Spider Queen's big, trusting eyes and smiled warmly. Her hand went to the one on her shoulder and she lightly clasped it. Never breaking her smile, Creepie’s eyes went red and her teeth grew to the size of industrial grade butcher knifes, and she bit down, right into the Spider Queens hand.

“YOU UNGRATEFUL SLUT!!!” Screeched the Spider Queen as she leaped back cradling her injured arm. Creepie just kept smiling, showing off her blood-drenched teeth.

“Lady, we have got nothing in common,” Creepie sneered, getting back on the defense. “You’re a crusty old spider who thinks the world owes her because a few people called her names in school. You were never destined to rule the world or become the first Reaper, your destiny is to be my lunch.”

Velma glared at Creepie, now she was really mad. She had tried to beat some sense into Creepie, and then talk some sense into her, all that was left was to destroy her once and for all. “We’ll see who is lunch. Bruno! Your lunch has just arrived!”

Something huge landed with a loud thud behind the Spider Queen, creating a large crater. Velma grinned, she had told her biggest, meanest bug to wait in shadows for her word. Bruno was a ten-foot tall scorpion with lighting fast reflexes and pinchers that could cut through steel. He was maybe the biggest, meanest, most downright nasty bug next to her, one nip from his foot long stinger could kill a hundred men. He would tear Creepie apart in seconds.

Creepie stared at the figure behind Velma in shock, gaping as she looked at them. Velma waited with baited breath for the horror to set in, but instead of any fear, she saw only surprise and amazement.

“Mom?!”

“What?” Velma spun around and came face to face not with a giant scorpion, but a six-foot tall praying mantis. She was a sleek bug, except for the bulging belly that wobbled back and forth. Her cold eyes fell on Velma and made the Spider Queens blood go ice cold.

“If your looking for that strapping scorpion who was on the roof top I’m afraid he’s busy being digested. When I’m done with him, I’ll be sure to have a dung beetle roll him back to you.” Caroleena patted her swelling gut, which was slowly starting to stop wiggling. Poor Bruno was nearly done and was already being absorbing into Caroleena’s insect form. The mother of Creepie looked at Velma and smiled predatorily at the royal arachnid. “Now, what did you say abut seeing who is lunch?”