Mr incredible uncanny

//First I need to apologize if there’s some orthography mistakes or ununderstandable words , the english is not my native language so, I'm just trying my best, if you found something like that please let me know to correct it.
//Also thanks to u/SpacePaladin15 for this incredible universe
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Memory transcription subject: Doma, Venlil, treatment facility patient
Date [standardized Sol time]: July 19th, 2135.
A purple blob with pieces of something that appear to be vegetables falls onto my plate. Yuck I hope it tastes better than it looks.
While Baali takes about 20 napkins along with his food and proceeds to congratulate the cook wearing an overall, gloves, and an apathetic expression hairnet.
"Whoa Karat, you really did it with this meal, you're awesome."
I notice how the cook expresses happiness with her tail and serves an extra portion of stew to Baali, taking away the napkins. Baali nervously laughs and lowers his ears, saying, "hehehe... thank you," before we leave the counter.
That was... curious. I feel like I'm missing something, but I don't know what it is.
"Hey Baali, why did she take back your napkins?"
"Uh, it's nothing. She just doesn't like me taking her napkins."
"That's... weird."
"Don't worry about it, let me introduce you to the rest of the herd." Baali leads me to a round table where several Venlil were sitting and eating. "Doma, these are Roomaer, Gat, Bucket, and Belizba." "Roomaer, Gat, Bucket, and Belizba... this is Doma."
I notice that out of the four Venlil Baali introduced me to, one turns his gaze to look at me, another continues wiping his chair with one of the cafeteria napkins while seemingly whispering something repeatedly, and the other two seem to ignore me.
Baali takes a seat at the table and gestures for me to join him, placing his hand on the chair next to him where the slender Venlil with a round face and brown fur is diligently cleaning without lifting his gaze. "Come on, you can sit between me and Roomaer."
I glance uncomfortably at the Venlil who seems obsessed with polishing the chair and decide to approach him with a question. "Is it not clean already?"
The peculiar Venlil momentarily pauses his cleaning, turns to look at me, and replies, "No, no, no, still dirty, dirty, dirty." He resumes his task without skipping a beat.
Seeking clarification, I quietly whisper to Baali, "What's the deal with this guy?"
Baali responds, "Well, he just has a strong preference for cleanliness and order. Don't worry, he's harmless. He wouldn't harm even an insect. Speaking of insects, have I ever told you about the time I discovered a massive bug under my bed? I swear it was larger than my hand. ^{You never imagine how big they can get..."}
I approach my seat between Baali and Roomaer with nervous anticipation, observing the peculiar Venlil as he also takes his place and obsessively rearranges his cutlery. Choosing to ignore the odd behavior, I let out a deep sigh, accepting the fact that I'm about to partake in a meal in this dreadful place. Casting a doubtful glance at my questionably sourced food, I reach out to grab my spoon from the table, only to have Roomaer preemptively snatch it away and begin cleaning it. The perplexed expression on my face, along with the movements of my tail and ears, fails to fully convey the extent of my confusion as I witness this strange individual meticulously polishing my cutlery, rearranging them on the table, grimacing, then picking them up again to clean them once more, and finally returning them to the table in a different order.
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Undeterred, I make another attempt to take hold of the cutlery, only to be thwarted as Roomaer swiftly seizes them, rubs them fervently, and places them back in their designated positions. Growing increasingly frustrated, I try once more, but Roomaer moves the utensils slightly to the right. Determined, I cautiously inch my hand closer, yet Roomaer counters by shifting them ever so slightly to the left. Recognizing the futility of my efforts, I reluctantly retract my hand, patiently awaiting an opportune moment while the other Venlil appears to have ceased his unusual behavior.
“Did you finish?” I asked.
The Venlil, who had been visibly tense but had finally left my cutlery alone, remains still and silent. I relax and calm myself, finally ready to begin eating. Just as I am about to pick up the cutlery, the Venlil grabs them again.
I stand up and snatch the spoon from him in fury.
"You idiot! Clean the damn spoon one more time, and I'll make you swallow it!..."
Just as I'm about to strike the Venlil, Baali steps in between us, calming me down. "Wait, wait, he's not doing it on purpose. He can't control it."
The Venlil merely covers his head in remorse, repeating, "I'm sorry... sorry... I'm sorry." I calm down and lower my ears.
Baali attempts to soothe the frightened Venlil and suggests that I switch places with him. I take my tray of food and exchange seats with Baali, remaining silent and deep in thought. Perhaps I shouldn't have gotten so angry. After all, it's not his fault if he can't control it. I should apologize... but later. For now, I'll just eat a little bit since I'm very hungry.
Without looking, I try to grab my spoon again, but I fail and only grasp empty air. I turn my gaze and see that the damn spoon is no longer in its place. I look around until I spot the Venlil next to me hiding my spoon under his hand while clearly using his own spoon to eat from his own plate.
Oh, for the sake of the stars! Will no one let me eat in peace?!!!
In my frustration, I disregard the absent spoon and daringly take a bit of the purple stew with my hand. To my surprise, the taste is quite good. Perhaps a touch more salt would make it excellent, but overall it surpasses its initial appearance. As I savor the stew, a genuine sense of calm begins to wash over me, allowing me to momentarily disconnect from my surroundings and find true peace...
"AAAAAHHHHHH!!!! AAAAAHHHH AAAAHHHH!!!"
Startled, I abruptly snap out of my tranquility, nearly choking on the sound of a deafening bleat. It echoes as if someone is being pursued by a fearsome predator. However, when I lift my gaze, I discover that the source of the commotion is none other than the Venlil sitting in front of me.
"Damn it, why is he screaming?"
"AHHHH AHHHH AHHH!!"
"What's the matter? is he injured?
"AHHHHHH!!!"
"Did someone harm you?"
"AHHH AHHH!!!"
"Are you frightened?"
"AHHHHH!!!"
"AT LEAST SAY SOMETHING, DON'T JUST SIT THERE AND SCREAM!!!!!"
"AHHHHHHH AHHHH AHHHH!"
Baali shields his ears, leaning closer to me to explain that Belisba likely took Gat's headphones.
"Belisba? ...Of course, the spoon thief."
Baali and I watch as Belisba anxiously hides triangular sponges with cables behind him. I was ready to get up and snatch them away, but Baali intervenes.
"Calm down, Doma, I'll take care of it." Baali wags his tail to get Belisva's attention. "Hey, Belisba, I think Gat's headphones fell under the table. Could you pass them to me?"
Belisba is momentarily surprised by Baali's question but quickly relaxes, crouches down as if to retrieve the headphones, and then hands them over to Baali.
"Oh, here they are."
Come on, at least make a more convincing act. It's obvious that you only took advantage of Baali's fake excuse to hide the theft. We all noticed.
I observe as Baali approaches Gat and gently puts the headphones on him, giving him a sense of calm. Gat responds by nodding his head in what seems to be gratitude.
"Is everyone here insane?" I said as I resumed eating, using my hand as a makeshift spoon. At that moment, Bucket, the Venlil who had been silently eating all this time, lets out a chuckle.
"HA! And what did you expect from this place? Everyone here is sick in one way or another."
"Just look at Mr. Clean over here, imagine how he must have ended up on a crowded public transportation. Of course, the exterminators had to intervene after a Venlil during rush hour tried to clean the entire transport."
Roomaer simply lowers his head and ears in embarrassment and continues cleaning his food tray.
"And don't even get me started on your friend with the magical hands."
I turn and coldly gaze at Belizba just before he attempts to grab something from my plate with his hands, quickly pulling back.
...
"And what about you, Bucket? How did you end up here?"
Bucket takes a sip from his glass and pauses briefly before giving his response.
"I was just doing my job as an exterminator, but the guys didn't appreciate me practicing with a flamethrower. Combine that with mistaking a bucket of water for one filled with fuel, and... well."
"So that's why they call you Bucket?"
Bucket takes a sip from his glass, pausing for a moment before giving his response.
"I was just doing my job as an exterminator, but the guys didn't appreciate my enthusiasm for practicing with the flamethrower. And, well, things took a turn when I mistakenly grabbed a bucket of fuel instead of water."
"Is that why they call you Bucket?"
"Haha, no, that's another story, but I won't go into it. If anyone asks, you can just say it's because of that."
"Hmm, I think Baali mentioned something about it... but honestly, I should have paid more attention to what he said."
"That's probably for the best. He shouldn't have told you anything to begin with."
"Speaking of Baali, why is he here? I mean, he seems so sociable and normal, not the kind of person you'd expect to find in a place like this. Maybe a bit chatty, but not deserving of being here."
We both turn to see Baali still engrossed in conversation with Gat.
"Well, he... asked me not to tell anyone." I pause for a moment before continuing, "But considering that Baali almost revealed my story... I'll give you a clue. It's in the notebook he always carries."
From a distance, I notice that he never lets go of the notebook. It's always close by. "What could be in that notebook?"
"It's complicated. Rather, I would focus on what that notebook doesn't have. But regardless, out of all of us, Baali is the least likely to belong here. No matter how you look at it, even with his terrible secret, I don't think someone like him could ever become a predator. And let me tell you, true predators have ended up here."
I raise my ears in concern. "True predators?"
"Yes, dangerous Venlil, the real deal."
"Oh no."
"Yeah, you better be careful. I've heard that some of them have even tried to take lives."
"That's terrible..." Wait...
"Normally, they are kept in solitary confinement, but I overheard the guards saying that the district judge accidentally mixed up some of the records, and they think one of these Venlil wasn't separated from the others."
"..." Oh no.
"Usually, we all avoid them."
"..." Oh no, no, no.
"Especially because the guards take it out on them."
"..." This is bad, this is too bad.
"They subject them to the worst shocks. I heard that one of them had their internal organs burned from so much electrical discharge."
"..." Damn stars, I'm the predator Venlil they're talking about.
"It's an incredibly painful death, but well, the important thing in the end is to keep the flock safe."
I nervously affirm, "Haha, yeah... all for the sake of the flock."
"And you, Doma, what about you? How did you end up here?"
"..." Don't say trying to kill my boss. Don't say trying to kill my boss... "I also mistook a bucket of fuel."
"I understand. It happens."
No, damn it, it doesn't happen.
"Well, at least you were brought to these facilities and not others."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I was transferred from another facility up north, and it's definitely very different from here. Just look at Gat. In my old facility, they would never give him headphones, not in a million years."
"Hmmm," I nod with my tail.
"We also have a courtyard. I heard that it's a recent addition due to some renovations they made."
"Hmmm, well, I guess that's... alright."
"Look at it this way, you were lucky to end up in these facilities."
"Hmmm, I suppose it's not so bad after all..."
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[Fast Forward.]
[20 minutes later.]
"AAAHHH THIS IS REALLY BAD!!!"
Immediately, I feel an electric shock emanating from the mesh on my head, coursing through my body as I remain trapped in a chair, surrounded by projected images of predators.
"AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!"
"AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!"
"AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!"
The agonizing cries of several patients echo in a dimly lit room, with a large black glass pane in front where the doctors presumably observe us.
"CaAAAALM down, Doma, with tiIIIIime you'll gEEEEEEt used to it."
I notice that Baali is in the chair next to me, talking as if he isn't also strapped to one of these torture chaaaairs.
"SHUUUUUUUUT THE FUUUUUUUUCK UP, BAAAAAAAAALI!!"

This is his character submission I used for a spider-verse server:-

General information
Name: Arthur J. Davila Alias: Spider-Man Relatives: Ligia Owens(Mother), Quentin Davila(Father), Jonathan Owens(Uncle/Deceased)
Age: 15 Gender: Male Height: 5’7’’ Weight: 131 lbs Sexuality/Sexual Attraction: Bi-Questioning Alignment: Hero Secret Identity: Arthur J. Davila Birthdate: January 17th Birthplace: Union City, New Jersey (Moved to Queens, New York) Current homeworld: Earth #624145 Universe: Earth #624145 Interests: He’s really good at art and has started a small little career where he just sells some of his artwork online for a few bucks. He’s also a struggling inventor having made his web-shooters himself and trying to get an internship anywhere so far only really finding opportunities with Professor Connors and Dr.Octavius since he doesn't wanna work at Oscorp at all. He's really interested in music, he's a really big fan of the Mary Janes though he hasn't really met anyone that's in the band he has sat down and watched some of their performances and from afar has developed a bit of a crush on the drummer of the band(Gwen Stacy) though he’ll probably never tell her. Likes: Arthur likes drawing, he likes painting, and doing art is one of his passions. He likes listening to music and has a specific playlist made for whenever he's web-slinging which mainly consists of songs by JVKE. He likes reading comic books a lot some of his favorite characters being The Flash and Nightwing(since Spider-Man comics don’t exist in his universe) and he can get lost in whatever he's reading or doing sometimes not really paying attention to much else. He likes standing up for the little guy, which sounds cliche as all hell but he was once the little guy and knows how it feels, he knows he has to get back up so he does… not for him but for the people he needs to protect. Dislikes: He dislikes constantly being late for school, which feels weird to him considering the fact that he can get across the city in a few minutes, he is just always late when getting specifically there. He really dislikes math class which isn't cause he's bad at it, in fact, he's the one with the best grades in the class he just dislikes it because of how his math teacher tries treating him like he doesn't know anything. He dislikes supervillains (obviously) constantly attacking him and berating him on pretty much a daily basis and he dislikes Oscorp even though he's pretty good friends with Harry Osborn and consequently also friends with Peter Parker of his universe. Iq: 237 Era(Time Period): 21st Century(Present date)
Capabilities
Abilities: Arthur has strength and agility that stand far above those of the average human, allowing him to lift nearly 200 times his body weight and to leap and move at incredible speeds with high accuracy. He also heals faster than normal when injured, though he is not completely immune to viruses and other human ailments. Weapons: His only weapons are his web shooters which he uses to swing around from place to place and web enemies and objects when necessary. So far he has developed a few different types of webbing in his shooters, one that dissolves over time, an electric web, and a concussive web that's incredibly dense. Other than that his only other weapon is his fists and his brain. Rankings: N/A
Backstory: Alright, let's do this one last time… I was born in Union City, New Jersey, and had a fairly normal life when there. When I was around 6 years old my family relocated to Queens, New York where we live now. Growing up I was a pretty average kid, just smarter than the rest. Me and my uncle had a great relationship and hung out most of the time, even though my mother and he drifted apart slowly, my uncle was really the biggest person in my life. I was out on a trip with my class for school when I got bit by a radioactive spider, I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time and was standing where Peter in most universes usually is, so instead of him getting bit, I did. I became the one and only Spider-Man, and I lost some people… namely my uncle who turned out to be one of the two prowlers of my universe and sacrificed his own life to save me… telling me to always get back up and to remember that “with great power comes a need to do good…” not for myself but for other people too. I'm pretty good friends with Peter Parker who I consequentially ended up saving when he turned himself into a giant raging lizard which was… something for sure. And I guess I just patrol the city now, fighting villains and saving people, and on the off chance that I'm not really doing hero stuff, I'm out there working with Pete at our internship with Dr.Octavious or attending some extra classes with Mr.Conners…(Or I'm watching some performances by The Mary Janes) So for now I am the one and only Spider-Man… or so i thought-
Appearance
Eye color: Brown Color schemes: Deep Red, Light Blue, Carbon Gray Hair color: Brown