An arachnid of terrifying stature. Many a child would have fainted with fear just by setting their eyes upon him. Fuchsia was not such a child. Fuchsia had a Hellzooka. 

As the bug approached, it became evident that it lacked the proper etiquette to converse with him. It was either rude, or lacking the ability to speak verbally, due to either a minimal level of intelligence, or a physical impediment in the face. Fuchsia took one glance at the creature´s facial features, and assumed the latter. The spider came ever closer, scuttling on it´s many legs like a multi-limbed monkey with an erection. The demon child allowed it´s approach. What sound would it make if he stepped on it again? He wondered. Did it have bones? Oh Satan, please let it have bones. The sweet nurturing sound of grinding it to dust was pure nostalgia to Fuchsia, his mind drifting to the days when he was but a little runt, his spawn breeder playing the sweet melodies of torture. Investing physical impediments upon an unfortunate visitor. A lovely childhood, and it was far from over. 

He pondered. When he grew up, big and strong like his asshole father, whoever the fuck that was, would he be menacing? He licked his lips. Would he be strong? Brutal? The biggest there ever was? Would he be scary!? Frightening!? The embodiment of fear!? Would he be cunning? Deceiving? A craftsman of lies?.. Would he..- He shivered. Drooling, his saliva mixed with the blood and made the ground filthy. 

"I will be death." He muttered, and flipped his Hellzooka sideways, his hand clenching the handle, finger twitching the trigger. As it spun, the weapon awoke. The skull adorning the front of the barrel opened it´s jaws wide open, fiery eyes glistening with hatred and malice. Towards the spider it was turned. -Click- The trigger sang, Fuchsia dashed backwards. Creating distance between himself and the arachnid. It was a sound strategy, at least until the monstrosity revealed whatever tricks it had up it´s non-existing sleeves, if any. 

"LOOKS LIKE SOMEONE SKIPPED OUT ON ARM DAY!" - The Hellzooka shouted, mockingly. A single rocket came screaming out as Fuchsia started moving, it´s face shaking back and forth in agony. Oh the humanity.