evolve - symbrock

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strolling down the streets used to be a normal activity. eddie could cruise up and down the sidewalks lined with brightly-lit shops without any kind of hesitation. it was just eddie, mrs. c, and the twenty-five cent pack of chicken flavored noodles that would get him through the night.

now things weren't that easy. the reporter constantly found himself less than anxious to stroll down the san franciscos strip out of fear of finding someone the other guy didn't like and, well- eating them.

ever since defeating carlton drake the symbiote has grown such an attachment to eddie, so much so that he felt free to say and do whatever he wanted. though the tired, grumpy man didn't wanna acknowledge it, it became harder to ignore when slippery tendrils would wrap around his wrists and slither up to his laptop in a manner one would only find romantic, only to have those makeshift limbs fling the device across the room and exclaim "hungry" over and over and over again in eddies brain.

yes, eddie began to find the things venom did to be romantic. of course, this didn't really mean anything between the two of them, as plenty of thing grew to become more comforting that confrontational. aside from his momentary hunger-induced tantrums, venom had adopted smaller, more affectionate actions to coax eddie into caving. despite his cries that the black piece of bubblegum would never get to him, venom had his ways. like whenever venom craved chocolate or other various frozen-potato goods, instead of tossing around technology, he began to slowly coil around eddies limbs in a manner that relaxed his host, and tediously found his way into all the knots and tense spots the man most definitely had aplenty. when this happened, eddie had no choice but to lay back and allow his other to continue digging deeper and deeper into his body, meticulously ridding him of all pain and tension that was so pent up within the man, and with each subtle movement he found himself falling more into a trance-like state where he and venom were truly one, all for it to be ruined by- hungry.

however, these tricks were gradually becoming less and less effective. now, whenever venom wanted to indulge into something more than eddie was willing to abandon his work for, his travels along his hosts joints were all in vain. the alien was too often swatted or scolded at until he retreated, or on other occasions until he lashed out and forced eddie to eat a frozen pork chop. venom couldn't bear the neglect any longer.

"do you want us to die, eddie?" eddies eyes shifted from his half-finished and, admittedly, half-assed article into mid-air, expecting venom to materialize at any moment.

when he appeared, his mouth was seeping with saliva and his gaze was hungrily eyeing eddie to the point of discomfort. "vee, what're you talking about? of course i don't want you to die you dickhead." and with that response he felt satisfied enough to return to his work. venom, however, was not so easily pleased.

his tendrils extended up eddies neck and contorted it to point in the direction of his conjoined friend. "seriously, vee, i have to work. i really have to make this deadline by-"
venom didn't let him finish his sentence and instead opted for wrapping the black, gooey mass around eddies mouth to silence him.

"then feed us." despite feeling quite angry from having the symbiotes "fingers" practically in his mouth, eddie did nothing but roll his eyes.

"yffow, eh cffnt tlk lick diff" eddie attempted to speak only to have muffled and indistinguishable words fall out. venom retreated and allowed the man to talk. "i have to get work done if you want food. no work, no money, no food, and dead venom, get it?"

"dead eddie, too."

"yes, dead eddie, too," he half-heartedly chuckled, "so, please vee, let me work." with that venom bitterly contained them-self within their host and let out a heavy sigh.

sure, eddie would love to say "to hell with work" and just go run amuck with his alien buddy, but he still craved a feeling of normalcy. as much as he loved kicking bad guys asses or saving the planet from imminent doom, eddie was content being a simple reporter who wrote articles on crime trends and conspiracies. venom, however, didn't feel the same, and the more the two bonded to one another, the more eddie began to share that perspective. reflecting this, it became harder and harder for the man to simply sit down and write, and having that deep, earth-shattering voice within his head constantly pleading for food never seemed to help.

after ten more minutes of complete peace and quiet, eddie began to hear his other half grumble in displeasure. over the next five minutes, the sound became more than white noise and erupted into full on whining. he couldn't take it anymore, and he suddenly slammed the lid of his laptop shut, readying himself to go eat mouthfuls of pure shit just to make the alien inside of his body shut up.

"ok parasite, let's go eat" he ran his palm over his face.

"PARASITE??" eddie could only laugh in response.

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