Author's note: Hey everyone, FireSlash here and welcome to my newest story. Like my other Loud House stories, this was just an idea that came into my head that I wanted to try out. Before we begin, there are some stuff I'd like to address.

1. This Venom is based off the one depicted in the movie's trailer. Whether I add more Marvel characters in the future has yet to be determined. However, the plot of the fic will be different from the movie's. He'll still be fighting the Life Foundation, but seeing as the movie has yet to be released, I obviously won't be following that specific version of the story. I'll be making it up as I go.

2. Lincoln and Lucy have been aged two years, solely due to the fact I feel this fic works better with a teen protagonist than a child.

3. I may up the rating to M in the future. I will warn you, there will be a lot, and I mean a lot of gore and death in this fic.

4. Who should I pair Lincoln with? Like I said in my Loud House/Ben 10 crossover, I will allow Loudcest, but expect the fic to take a darker turn than it normally would without such a pairing. While I myself am not a fan of Loudcest (unless it's in a fic where Lincoln isn't related to them), I am willing to write it for the sake of practice for when I have to write darker stuff in the future. I want to be a novelist, and as such, I think I should play around with different themes.

5. Do not expect me to update frequently. I have nine other stories I'm actively working on and tbh, this one is one of my lower priorities. Once I finish up a fic or two, then you can expect frequent updates.

6. Even though this story starts off relating to Brawl of the Family (my least favorite Loud House episode of all time, yes, even more so than NSL), do not expect this to be a story bashing the sisters. I'm not a huge fan of those stories myself unless executed well (something I know I'd never be able to do). In fact, spoiler alert, in the next chapter they realize how stupid they were on their own. However, due to Lincoln being in possession of the symbiote, he will butt heads with them occasionally. Oh, and unless mentioned, none of the cannon episodes have happened yet (so far, only BOTF is cannon in this story).

6. Once there's a category to post Venom fanfics, I'll move this story there. Until then, it's staying in the Loud House/ Spider-man crossover.

Anyways, enough with my rambling, review and enjoy :-).

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To the public, The Life Foundation was known as a corporation who worked tirelessly to ensure that the human species would survive for centuries to come. Formed during the Cold War, they were responsible for several breakthroughs in the medical field. If society were to collapse, the Life Foundation would still be standing, ready to lead the recovery of the human race. Yes, to an outsider, the Life Foundation was possibly the best example of what the goodness of humanity looks like.

Unfortunately, in reality, this could be further from the truth. First off, the Life Foundation only planned on saving their own staff and members of the upper class if the world did collapse, offering rooms in their special facilities for five million dollars. In addition, most of their medical breakthroughs were because they manipulated the vulnerable to take part in testing the cures, most of them dying shortly after.

Such was the case now, for the head of the Life Foundation, Carlton Drake, discovered a possible new way to help humanity adapt to whatever the Earth throws at them. After a massive meteor shower happened near Michigan, the Life Foundation detected the presence of a new life form, one never seen before. Making sure to collect all of the present members of the new species, they identified them as alien parasites. Originally planning on exterminating them, someone in the Life Foundation ended up discovering that when they bond to their host, the hosts actually gain supernatural abilities, but at the cost of their sanity. Once this was learned, Carlton ordered extensive research to be done with these strange creatures, wanting to find a way to allow the host to keep control of themselves while gaining the abilities the parasites gave them. Taking people off the streets, Carlton offered them a large sum money to bond with the parasites he called symbiotes, but so far, he has yet to pay them due to there being no survivors. The symbiotes had no issues killing them before any tests could be done, something which bothered Carlton to no end. However, he wasn't going to let this deter him.

"Bring in the next test subject," Carlton ordered some of his scientists. The man was currently in one of the labs located in his firm, running more tests on the possible union between humans and symbiotes. Without hesitation, his lackeys began bringing in a middle aged man. Based on his dirty and ripped clothing, it was obvious he was homeless.

Bringing the man into a cube made of bulletproof glass, the scientists didn't hesitate to lock him in before looking at their master, waiting for the next order.

"Release the symbiote."

Nodding, the scientists did what they were told, inserting the creature into the cage via a hole. Sealing it up, they along with Carlton waited to see what would happen. The man, given a false documentation of what was supposed to happen, extended his hand towards the enormous black parasite. Standing still for a few seconds, the creature leaped onto the man and began engulfing him, much to his surprise. The process wasn't painless either. Feeling as if he was burning alive and being crushed at the same time, the man began screaming in pain, kicking and flailing around as the symbiote continued to bond with him. Eventually, the man was fully engulfed by the symbiote, having stopped flailing and now wrapped in what seemed to be a skintight black cocoon. Seeing this, Carlton smiled. The two have successfully bonded. Now, all he needed to do was make sure the symbiote didn't kill its host...yet.

"Sir, apologies for bothering you, but I have something to tell you," a scientist said, running into the lab.

Shooting her a puzzled look, Carlton responded. "What is it? Can't you see I'm busy."

"Again, I'm sorry, but this is important," The scientist said, bowing in respect. "According to our data, during the meteor shower, fourteen symbiotes had arrived on Earth."

"And?"

"We only have thirteen."

"Well, why haven't we captured the remaining one yet? Get on it!"

"We have been trying, but it seems to have the ability to escape detection. One moment we have its location, the next it disappears from our radar."

Now this interested the man. The symbiotes he has captured never displayed the ability to avoid being tracked by the Life Foundation's technology. Perhaps this one was special…

"Whatever it takes to catch that symbiote, do so. I want that thing here a quickly as possible. Do not let me down…"

"Understood. We will begin searching for the symbiote immediately." Bowing one last time to her boss, the scientist left the lab as she began assembling a crew to help her catch the missing symbiote. Watching her leave, a sinister smile began to form on Carlton's face as he turned back to the black cocoon he was watching earlier.

"It's time to make history…"

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Two days, that's how long the symbiote has been on Earth. It had originally arrived with others, but they were all taken away by some strange humans. Did it care for them? Eh, not really, but it knew it was next. It also knew whatever those people wanted from it was bad. For a parasite, it could read the emotions of others quite well.

It's time on Earth so far has been one big struggle for survival. Outside of their home planet, symbiotes relied on hosts to survive, amplifying the species' strength with their own. On Earth however, the only other creatures iit could find were some wild animals. Did it really have to land in the middle of nowhere? No wonder why its comrades were all captured…

Since it didn't have host, the symbiote had to rely on eating whatever squirrel or pigeon it could find. Thankfully, it seemed it no longer had to rely on such tactics anymore, for after such a long time spent searching for a host, it finally found one. A young boy about thirteen years old with white hair. Though it would've preferred a bigger host to be honest, the boy will suffice for now. Kids were a lot easier to manipulate…

Having found its new host, the symbiote began stealthily crawling towards him, ready to strike when the time was right.

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Sighing, Lincoln tossed a pebble into the lake he was sitting near. Based on the tired and upset look on his face, it was obvious he was having a pretty crummy day. Searching for more rocks, the boy turned his head to his right, his eyes widening upon noticing you, the audience. Briefly clearing his throat, he then began speaking.

"Hey there, how's it going?" Lincoln asked. "Me? Well, I'll be honest, I'm not doing so hot."

Tossing another pebble into the lake, Lincoln groaned as it sank, for he was actually trying to make it skip across the water's surface at least once. "Why? Three words: Sister Fight Protocol. You know, the one I didn't know about until that time Lori and Leni fought over that stupid dress? Basically, Lola and Lana got into another fight and instead of letting my handle it like I usually do, my sisters chose to initiate the protocol. Man do I hate that thing. This is the second time I lost my freaking bed, no, my entire room due to my sisters unwilling to solve their problems. Oh, and remember how when I left during the last protocol to sleep over at Clyde's house? Well, it turns out that since my disappearance helped Lori and Leni solve their argument last time, my family decided to kick me out today. I agree, I didn't help last time, heck, someone should've smacked me back then for my stupidity, but that's really one of the only times I failed to help my sisters."

Clutching another pebble, he tossed it, finally managing to make it skip. "I'll be staying at Clyde's until tomorrow, but I wanted catch some air, which is why I'm at the town park right now. And you know what? I do feel more calm now."

Letting loose another sigh, Lincoln started leaning against the tree he was sitting in front of, doing his best to relax. For someone who preferred being at an arcade over the outside world, Lincoln had to admit, he actually enjoyed watching the sky. He didn't know why this was.

As the sun began setting, Lincoln realized he should start heading to Clyde's place soon. The last thing he wanted was to be walking around at night. Even though Royal Woods was a safe place to live, it still wasn't safe for a young kid to be wondering around when the sun was gone, especially with no one accompanying him.

Preparing to stand up, Lincoln began stretching, only to stop when he noticed that his left hand felt a bit sticky. Immediately, face began pailing. "Please tell me this isn't poop…''

Hesitantly bringing his hand to his face, Lincoln was relieved to find out it wasn't. Instead, it was some strange black liquid. "Phew, thank goodness...wait? What is this stuff?"

Curiously, Lincoln began poking the strange liquid, only for nothing to happen. Shrugging, the boy then began putting his hand in the lake, attempting to wash it off. Pulling his hand out of the water, he noticed the black liquid was now surrounding his entire lift arm.

"Seriously, what's going on?" Now somewhat worried, Lincoln tried scraping it off by using the bark of the tree he was laying on earlier. Again, it didn't come off. In fact, right after he tried removing it, Lincoln felt a burning sensation on his arm, the back goop having traveled to his neck.

"AGGGG!" Collapsing, Lincoln started chutching his entire body in pain as he felt as if he was being crushed by a car crusher while being inside the Earth's inner core. Eventually, the pain became too much for him to handle, for he passed out a second later, the black liquid having surrounded his entire body.

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When Lincoln came back to his senses, he found himself in a dark abyss, standing on what seemed to be nothing. Having no idea where he was, the boy began walking forwards, curious about his surroundings. When he did so, he noticed the scenery never changed, staying as Lucy's ideal home.

"Hello? Is anyone there?" Lincoln shouted, really hoping there was someone who give him some ideas about where the heck he was. Of course, Lincoln knew the chances of anyone actually being here were low, but it was worth checking anyways.

Not receiving an answer, Lincoln shrugged his shoulders as he nervously continued moving forwards. After what felt to be hours of walking, Lincoln eventually saw something of interest. Standing a few feet away from him was a black, humanoid shaped figure with white gashes for eyes. When the two noticed one another, neither moved, Lincoln out of fright while the humanoid continued to look at him. Realizing the thing probably wasn't going to attack him, for it would have already if it wanted him dead, Lincoln steeled his nerves and began speaking.

"Who are you?''

The creature began smiling, revealing its long tongue and a set of teeth that would put a shark's to shame. "We are..."

"Wha-" Lincoln tried asking, but the creature vanished into thin air before either could finish what they were trying to say. A second later, the once pitch black abyss began to light up, blinding the poor boy…

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"Whazza!" Lincoln shouted, finding himself back at the park, leaning against the tree he was sitting in front of earlier. Looking around, the boy notice everything seemed normal, except for the fact it was now night time. Confused, Lincoln began scratching his head, only to realize the black liquid that had surrounded his hand was no longer present.

"Was all that...just a dream?" Lincoln asked himself. It would seem that way, but to him, it all felt so real. The texture of the goop, the agonizing pain he had experienced, none of it seemed fake. Also, if it was just a dream, when did he even fall asleep? Was it while he was watching the clouds in the sky?

Pulling out his cellphone, Lincoln began checking the time, surprised that it was already eight o'clock pm. ''Geez! I'm late!"

Dropping the strange incident, Lincoln began running to his best friend's house, not wanting to waste anymore time.

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"Hey buddy," Clyde greeted once he saw his best friend at his doorstep. "I thought you were coming earlier. What happened?"

"...I accidently fell asleep on the way here," Lincoln replied, rubbing his head. For some reason, as he began running to Clyde's place, he began developing a massive headache. Seriously, what was up with him today? "Sorry about that."

Seeing the way Lincoln was holding his head, Clyde began worrying about his friend's health. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah, yeah," Lincoln waved him off. "I just have a headache. Probably just that dream I had earlier…"

"Dream?"

"Basically, I was at the park, the place I fell asleep at, when some black sludge started surrounding me. Once it did, I found myself in a dark abyss, alone. I walked around for a bit, saw a creature, and asked who it was. Never got an answer, I woke up before it could."

"...Wow Lincoln, sounds like you had a doozy of a dream," Clyde responded with a kind smile.

"You're telling me," Lincoln said with a small chuckle, still clenching his head. "Hey bud, do you have any painkillers around?"

"Yeah, but my dads never let me touch them," Clyde told him. "We can ask them for some though."

"Thanks man, you're a lifesaver," Lincoln said as he entered the house, Clyde following behind.

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"We're being hunted Lincoln. Bad people are after us. Do as we say, and you might just survive…"

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The next morning, Lincoln woke up to feel his headache had disappeared. Thankfully, since yesterday was Friday, the boy was allowed to sleep in late, which was probably why it was gone. Getting off the bed he had been sleeping on, he began making his way to the McBrides' living room. Arriving there, he noticed his best friend was already relaxing on the sofa with a comic book in hand, waiting for him.

"Morning sleepyhead," Clyde said once he saw his best friend

Covering his mouth as a yawn escaped his lips, Lincoln smiled "Mornin.'"

"You were out for twelve hours," Clyde informed him, chuckling.

"Can you blame me?"

"Not at all."

Grabbing a cup of water, Lincoln plopped himself on the couch next to his friend. "So, whatcha reading?"

"The newest issue of Ace Savvy," Clyde casually responded, causing Lincoln's eyes to widen.

"What!? That came out today?"

Clyde glanced at him. "Wow, you must really be out of it. You never forget when the next issue of Ace Savvy is supposed to come out."

"I guess having your room taken from you really can mess a guy up," Lincoln said. "Mind turning back to the beginning?"

"Not at all."

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"Right now, you are troubled. But we, we can fix that. We just need you to cooperate with us..."

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After hanging out with Clyde for a few hours, Lincoln decided it was time to head back home. Walking, the boy began to dive deep into his thoughts. Right now, something was bothering him. He seemed to be hearing a deep, somewhat raspy voice in his head. The first time he heard such a voice was while he was asleep. According to it, he was being hunted by a group of people. It never specified who they were though. Brushing it off as a hallucination caused by fatigue, Lincoln rinsed his face with water before falling back to sleep. The next time he heard the voice, it claimed he was troubled. Again, its claim was vague. How was he troubled? Was there something he was hiding from himself?

Keeping his head down in thought, Lincoln continued walking forwards, unaware that his hoodie seemed to be magically moving itself over his head. Due to it being cold outside, the boy had brought an orange sweater to Clyde's and was currently wearing it right now.

After a lot of thinking, Lincoln decided to drop the issue, chalking it up to him imagining things. Shrugging his shoulders, he continued making his way home, unknowingly passing by a group of three thugs. Seeing the kid as an easy target, they began following him, waiting to ambush him. If only they knew he wasn't alone…

"We're being followed."

"That voice!" It was the same one as before. Now Lincoln was getting worried. Quickly glancing behind him, he realized the voice was right.

"They intend to harm us. We assume you don't want that to happen, are we correct?"

"What should I do?" Lincoln asked, whispering to himself. He then realized he was talking to himself. Man, what did he drink last night?"

"Turn left, do not make eye contact."

Quickly checking to see if he had a fever or something, Lincoln then followed the voice's advise. Right now, he couldn't think of anything else. If he ran, then they would chase him and since they were adults, there was no way he was going to outrun them. To escape, he was going to need to reach a highly populated area, that way they couldn't hurt him.

"Speed up, but do not run. Turn right."

Speeding up, he began hearing the men's footsteps behind him as he turned around a corner.

"Ok, now what?"

"Do not fret, we have a plan. Go faster."

At this point, the boy was jogging. He heard the men shouting at him, but he didn't pay them any attention. Right now, he was just trying not to get mugged or whatever it was they were trying to do to him.

"Turn right."

Having followed the voice's instructions, the boy found himself in an alleyway with no way out. "Oh God, I'm so dead. Why did I think this was a good idea."

"We can still get out of this."

"HOW?!" At this point, the boy was panicking as he heard the men enter the alleyway, one of them pulling out a gun.

"By letting us take over." Eyes widening, Lincoln noticed the black goo from yesterday was back on his hand, quickly engulfing his entire body before he could react.

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"Game's over kid," one of the thugs said to Lincoln as his friends whipped out their own pistols. "Give us your stuff and we won't kill you."

"..." Lincoln just stood silent, his back facing them and his hands hidden in his pockets. This ended up ticking off the thugs.

"You deaf or something? Give us your shit or we'll blow your head off!"

"You threaten us?" Lincoln asked, still not facing them. "We do not take kindly to being threatened."

Briefly shuddering at Lincoln's voice, it mimicking the one the boy's hearing in his head, the leader of the group of thugs continued speaking. "Does it look like we-"

"WE gave you a warning," Lincoln interrupted, turning around to face them. Much to their surprise, Lincoln's face was not visible, instead being replaced by the one the boy saw in his dream. In addition, his skin has been coated with an unrecognizable black substance. "But you did not listen. We will make sure you pay."

Clutching his hand, Lincoln's cloths were absorbed into his body as he began growing. When he stopped, his once skinny body was revealed to have been replaced with that of a large and muscular abomination.

Scared out of their wits, the men started shooting at the creature, but their bullets weren't strong enough to pierce its skin. They only made the beast angrier. Unleashing a primordial roar, the monstrocity leaped forwards and punched the closes thug, sending him flying out of the alleyway and crashing into a car, breaking both it and several of his bones. At this point, the bullets stopped flying as the remaining two men realized the only thing they could do now was run. Sadly, before they could even do so, their attacker was on the move. Leaping into the air, it smashed another thug into the ground with its fists, several cracking noises coming from the body. The floor did make some noises as well, but they were mainly blocked out by the ones produced from the body. Finished with two out of three thugs, the creature stared at its final opponent, who was running for his life. Grunting, the beast pointed its arm at the man as it fired what appeared to be a tendril at him. Having no trouble reeling him in, he turned the man so the two were face to face.

"W-who are you?" The man asked, fearing for his life. The brute opened his mouth, displaying his massive tongue and large set of teeth as he gave the man an intimidating stare, one powerful enough to haunt even the bravest person's dreams.

"We...are Venom!"

If anyone we're to have passed by the alleyway at this point, they would've heard a high pitched scream followed by a chomping sound…