(Au! Symbiote! Cracker X Host! Reader) Mutialism

Parasite

We are cold

Sighing at the voice, you shoved your hands a little deeper into your pockets, not particularly enjoying the heavy wind either.

We are hungry

At that moment your stomach growled, and you felt a familiar sensation curl around in your stomach before making it's way into your throat.

"We are bored" stopping abruptly at that, you hastily darted your head around to make sure nobody was around before shooting into an alleyway.

"Are you crazy?! Speaking out loud in the street like that?! What if somebody heard that?!" Cracker squirmed unapologetically in your guts, thrumming with irritation.

You were not answering us

"Of course I can't answer you out there! What if we get caught?! I don't know about you, but I do not want us to be sent to some 'mandatory' hospital.." Cracker squirmed a little more uneasily at that.

We don't like those humans

"Yeah we don't, now can I just get us home already so you- we can eat and get warm?" Not even bothering to get upset over how he corrected you in the middle of your sentence, you decided to just fume silently when the bastard took control of your legs and moved the two of you back out into the street.

"Jesus, you're such a parasite" at that moment you nearly collapsed on the sidewalk feeling him jab harshly into your ribs- and you swore you saw your chest nearly pop out.

"What the fuck?!" Rushing faster to get home and yell at the cretin, he just continued to swirl inside you, completely indifferent to your anger.

We are not anything parasitic, do not compare us to those maggots, our relationship is completely mutual

"To you maybe-" you stopped short catching sight of a pizza shop- one of your favorites, and it was full of young couples on dates.

Pouting at the sight, you pulled on your hat to keep to your head a little tighter and began to speed walk a bit faster.

You are upset, do you wish to raid the restaurant?

You shuddered at the memory of last time Cracker was able to convince you into letting him shoplift a grocery store- waking up next morning to newspapers detailing the destruction left in his wake wasn't pleasant.

Neither was all the bruises.

"No, it wasn't the food- besides we're home" at that you entered the trashy little apartment building, slowly escalating the narrow staircase.

You felt your blood chill remembering the photos taken of you- well Cracker having taken over you.

It was unbelievable to think that the Kiseichu could change the natural appearance of your body so drastically- it was like you weren't even you anymore.

You grew twice in size, and your flat chest with soft mounds turned into a robust, manly chest bursting with muscles- making you look hardly feminine, your eyes turned pink and your hair pointed, twisting around until it formed three ponytails that sparked at the tips.

You couldn't even recognize yourself- in fact, it was easier to say it wasn't you.

That was Cracker- and you, as one, just in another way.

Finally making it to your tiny apartment room, Cracker was unusually silent as you scavenged through the cupboards until you found a box of Kraft Dinner.

Do you want a mate?

The question came out of nowhere as you boiled the small half ring pastas, making you pause.