*MINOR TRIGGER WARNING - MENTIONS OF PAST ABUSE & SUICIDE*
'Single Quotes' – People speaking on camera/phone/mics.
'I know you're hungry, my love,' Eddie said, sounding annoyed. 'I'll buy us some more Tots tomorrow. I have to finish this.'
Brock was sitting at the small hotel coffee table, his laptop in front of him. He'd been talking to himself, on and off, for the past three hours. Bruce had reason to believe the other side of the conversation was all in his head.
'You're not going to cut me open,' Eddie sighed, rubbing his temples. 'We've been through this before. They're empty threats. Don't make me turn the music on.'
Maybe he had undiagnosed schizophrenia. Or maybe, his other form had a voice.
Brock stood up, walking into the kitchen after hitting 'save' on the laptop. He went straight to the fridge, and picked up a handful of chocolate bars from the cheese drawer.
'You're always fucking hungry, man,' he murmured angrily.
The chocolates were gone within five seconds, and he violently slammed the fridge closed again, after grabbing a beer.
He downed that, in a few gulps, too.
'Shut up,' he growled.
Bruce was worried about this man. They had gone through his past, and found that his father had been arrested and imprisoned for 30 years for domestic and child abuse toward Edward and his mother, when he was 7. And they found that his mother had killed herself when Edward was 16. Edward had been practically on his own for 12 years. And now he had superpowers, and voices in his head.
At least he had company, even if it threatened to slice him open.
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Fanfiction*CURRENTLY BEING RE-WRITTEN* Eddie and Venom head to New York City for an article. Their arrival went smoothly, and nobody noticed them. But then the bad guy screamed too much, and now there are cameras in Eddie's hotel room, and the people on the o...
