[last one on the list!!! Wooooo!
Also, none of you understands how much I relate to this prompt because ARACHNAPHOBIA OKAY????]
“Oliver, it’s been dead for an hour,” Felicity’s voiced sighed in his ear. “Turn it in. Come home and actually get a decent night’s sleep for once.”
He sighed. “Yeah, all right,” he replied, turning his bike around and heading back to the foundry. “Is there any food left?”
“I saved a Dragon Roll just for yoUUU OH MY GOD GET AWAY!”
“Felicity?” Oliver asked frantically. “Felicity what happened?”
All he could hear in response was the sound of Felicity shrieking.
“FELICITY!” he roared, rushing in the direction of the foundry at top speed.
“Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God,” she chanted, obvious terror in her voice.
“Felicity, what’s going on? Did someone break in?”
“I…no…I’m sorry, there’s no one here but can you please hurry?” she said, voice starting to regain some calm, but obviously still distraught.
“What’s going on Felicity?”
“There’s…I just need you to kill it for me.”
“What? What’s in there?” his heart was pounding.
He couldn’t help it. He came to a screeching halt, needing to make sure he’d heard that correctly. “…Felicity?” he deadpanned.
“It’s really huge, okay? And it made a deliberate attempt on my life.”
He didn’t know how to respond to that.
“It was in my hair, Oliver!” she whined. “MY HAIR, OKAY? Would you please just get your leather-clad ass over here and kill it for me?”
He couldn’t help it. He smirked. “You can’t kill it yourself?”
“Oliver,” she whined. “It’s on my keyboard now. And it’s seriously massive. Oh, I hate this new lair.”
“Define ‘massive,’” he said, kicking his bike back into gear and heading her way at a less neck-breaking speed. “Is it bigger than a quarter?”
“YES, Dammit! Stop making fun of me. I just about had a heart attack.”
She had a heart attack? What about him?
“I’m in my hour of need, Oliver, damn you.”
“I’m coming; I’m coming,” he sighed.
“Oliver, if you don’t get here soon I will use fire to kill it.”