Figment || Peter Parker ✔

Chapter 2

The next morning, Dylan had woken up to its voice.

Wake up.

She gasped awake, hearing the light traffic from a distance.

Her curiosity had begun to grow.

"What are you?" She asked, looking at the wall across from her.

I am venom.

"Right," she furrowed her eyes. "But are you?"

I am venom.

"No, what are you? Are you a monster?"

I am venom and you are mine.

She sighed, feeling frustrated already. "What does this even mean?"

Listen carefully, master, we are one.

"But why me? Why did you choose me?"

We chose each other.

She scoffs, putting her face in her hands. "We didn't. I never wanted this. Why are you in my head, why did you choose me?" Her tone was getting more irate by the minute.

What's yours is mine.

She sighed. "Forget it,"

Standing up, she looked around, finding an exit, and walking out into the streets.

She pulled out her phone once again to see if her father called or texted back. But no notifications showed up.

Breathing sharply through her nose, she strolled along the empty street, finding the nearest public bathrooms a few blocks away.

Dylan dealt with venom all day. Whether he asked if he could eat someone and she said no or she stopped him from forming because someone had pushed her while in passing, she felt like she was babysitting a very chaotic child.

Dylan's stomach had also been growling all day, making venom to remind her to get food.

But she would 'shh' him and he'd shut up for a few minutes.

The daytime wasn't as eventful as last night. To the public, Dylan seemed crazy by talking to herself as she walked past strangers. To her, she didn't feel as alone as she was before, feeling like venom was an annoying friend that's always with her. Sure, he got on her nerves and they'd fight but overall, at least she has someone.

And venom wasn't all bad. He'd lookout for the poor girl, and would sometimes listen as she talked about her father with him.

Who is father?

Dylan chuckled and continued to kick around an empty can. "Father is my dad,"

Where is dad?

His question left Dylan in a state of wonder. "I don't know exactly,"

She had neglected to go to the police and filed a missing person report and was determined to find him on her own now that she knew she had an ability.

The rest of the day consisted of Dylan finding a ladder on a side of a building. She, of course, climbed it and sat on the edge, watching the sun go down.

Pretty.

The scene reminded Dylan of when he and her dad used to watch the sunset after dinner back home.

He'd tell her stories of when he was younger and her age until she fell asleep.

Did dad die?