Yo, watzup people? BossWooper here with the first fanfic I've written in years, as well as the first Spidey fanfic I've ever written.
It will focus mainly on Venom, and contain a LOT of my own headcannons for the character. It takes place in the Spectacular Spiderman universe (cartoon).
To be honest, watching some of the shows is the only thing I've seen of the Marvel universe, and I don't know a whole lot about Venom's character to be perfectly honest. So the symbiote may appear ooc to a lot of you, but this is how I picture it nonetheless.
To be brief: It's basically a docile creature, doesn't care for most other beings, but will hunt you down and murder you dead if you cross it, or the selected few it cares about. On Earth, that's Eddie.
Cursive is what Eddie shares with the symbiote without voicing it to the world, bold is what the symbiote shares with Eddie, and most of the story is from the symbiote's point of view. Combined, it's the intertwined voices they use, or Venom speaking through Eddie.
R/R people, and please don't flame.
Summary:
Life in this world was weird and complicated, and there were many things they had yet to understand. Law, "justice", affection... Humans in general were difficult, and unfortunately their host was no different.
For the record, they blamed Eddie for all this.
They hadn't heard her sneaking up on them. That didn't happen often, but nothing about her presence triggered any warnings of imminent danger, and well, they had been distracted.
They had been hunched over their laundry, sorting through pants, underwear, and socks (they didn't use shirts anymore), when they heard light sobbing. Snapping their head up, they quickly took on their stronger form, the symbiote covering the human's pale skin, their body almost doubling in size before Venom crawled up the wall and started looking for the source of sound.
This could be a really bad situation. This place was their home, the only sanctuary they had in this city, on this planet. The thought of having to move everything, to find a new suitable place, to have to start over with cleaning, with building, with everything, made them gnash their teeth together in irritation. They had spent too damn long on this place to just give it up!
Following the sounds, Venom crawled out of the bedroom into the makeshift kitchen. There wasn't really a lot of stuff in here, save for some rice and chocolate in the cupboard, alongside a few other food items that didn't require a refrigerator or a freezer.
"Where is the intruder?"
"I don't know," Eddie grumbled under his breath. "I can't see more than you can!"
They sighed, letting go of the ceiling and landing gracefully on their feet. They whipped their head back to sniff in the air as a metallic scent hit their nostrils.
"Blood."
"This intruder is wounded," Eddie answered, near soundlessly moving from the empty kitchen into the living room, where a worn looking old couch rested, donned with a few pillows. Across from it was someone's coffee table, looking somewhat out of place in the run down room.
Admittedly, the table was stolen. They hadn't been able to find a suitable one anywhere, and in the end resolved to just taking one from an apartment while the inhabitants were out. They'd grown to like it really, and had tried to take a couch as well. Turned out a couch was surprisingly unhandy to drag across New York City's rooftops, and they had had to abandon it when they noticed the Spider closing in on them. Shame though. It was a nice couch.
The Spider...
They had really liked the Spider, THEIR Spider. Their first host since they arrived on Earth, strong, intelligent, athletic, fast... They had really wanted this to be their final host, their permanent host. Having a lasting connection, a "friendship" as humans seemed to call it. And they had been close.
But their Spider turned on them. Used the wretched bell's sound waves, torn painfully at them until they were forced off of it, and then attempted to freeze them to death. The bell hurt. Being torn hurt. The cold had hurt. But the worst pain came from inside, from watching helplessly as their Spider turned down the heat and then turned away, believing they were dead.
The symbiote was generally not an aggressive being, at least not to its hosts. The other symbiotes, its family... They were aggressive. Aimed to subdue and control their hosts, never staying in one place for too long, and never letting their former hosts live for very long. That's really why the others had tossed it out, believing it would contaminate the family line.
But the Spider's actions made it aggressive. Made it furious. Made it feel worse than when exiled even. They had hunted the Spider down, showed it just how superior they really were. The Spider had given up, fallen to its knees, and begged for forgiveness. And the symbiote had believed it, rejoined with it, only to be rejected again, and buried alive for MONTHS.
"Venom?"
They snapped back to attention, their confused host wondering why they were stalling.
Eddie...
Their new host was aggressive too, hated the Spider just as they did themselves. But Eddie wasn't like the Spider. Eddie was eager to receive its gifts, happy to accept its company, and cool with letting it take control of their body. Eddie generally did most of the talking, mainly because he was better at it. Human speech was primitive and unnecessarily complicated at the same time.
Eddie was a good host. While he wasn't the image of a kindhearted, good willed human being, he was good to the symbiote. They had spent quite a lot of time together already, done their best to avoid the Spider after they rejoined...
"Venom, are you even listening?"
"Apologies, host mine. We were lost in thought."
Venom was what they called themselves, but also what Eddie called the symbiote. Names was a human concept, weird and alien to the symbiote, but apparently necessary for humans to distinguish between each other. The symbiote had grown to like its name.
A light touch on their left wrist made Venom give off a highly dignified squeak and jump back onto the ceiling, turning to face the attacker, gasping lightly for air in shock and indignation of being spooked.
They blinked in surprise however, when realizing their attacker seemed just as spooked as themselves. Actually, a lot more spooked. And a lot smaller than they expected.
It was a human cub (child Eddie corrected them), a female judging from the red dress and the long blond hair with the torn little ribbon. The metallic scent seemed to originate from her left arm, cuddled to her chest. Venom couldn't see the wound itself, but fresh red blood ran from it onto the floor. They frowned lightly. Blood was such a mess to clean up!
The human still on the floor started whimpering and sniffling in fear, staring wide eyed at Venom's black skin and bared teeth.
"What the hell?!"
"I think we spooked her." Eddie mumbled back, showing a bit more concern for the human than the symbiote felt was necessary. It had to keep in mind humans were social creatures and looked after one another's young. According to their host, this human infant (child! Eddie corrected them again), couldn't be more than 7 years old, and probably younger than that.
Silently berating themselves for letting the human baby (Eddie sighed in resignation) sneak up on them, Venom dropped from the ceiling and landed on their feet in front of the girl, with a little more force than earlier. She yelped and fell backwards on her bottom, then started crawling backwards and crying noisily.
While the sound wasn't loud or powerful enough to be painful, it was still annoying.
"She must've thought we were human when she approached us,"Eddie reasoned. "We do seem like one from behind, and the lights aren't on."
Venom scoffed in return, and eyed the little human closer. She was visibly scared, shaking with fear and possibly blood loss. Fixating their gaze on her bleeding arm, Eddie suddenly reached out and took it gently to get a better look at the wound.
"What happened?" They demanded, the girl hiccupping in fear at their unnatural voice. She didn't answer the question.
"You're bleeding, and its bad," they reasoned, eyeing the long gash in her forearm. "Did someone do this to you?" Their eyes moved from the wound to look the girls in the eyes, and even though quivering with fear, she shook her head.
"I fell," she whimpered, looking at her feet. It was obvious to them that she wasn't telling the whole truth.
"Why do we care?" Venom questioned. This was a waste of time and dangerous too. If someone came here looking for the girl...
"She's hurt and needs help. She's just a child, and we can easily make her forget where we live. We have no need to kill her." Venom sighed and reluctantly bore with the human's antics. Just this once then. They'd help the human, and then let her go. Young as she was, a fast paced zigzagging across the city roofs should easily make her lose her bearings.
In an attempt to seem less intimidating, they crouched down in front of the girl, the symbiote letting Eddie handle the situation. The symbiote's... people skills wasn't really that great.
They let go of the human girl's arm and leaned a little back to give her some air.
"We won't hurt you," they assured her, offering a clawed hand, palm up and open. "We just want to help you, and then take you home. But you have to promise us something in return. Can you do that?"
She didn't agree immediately, looking unsure of what to do for a few moments before answering. "What... What do you... Do you want me to do?" She stammered, starting to shake again. Venom closed their mouth to seem as non-threatening as possible, only moving his lips lightly so his teeth wouldn't constantly flash.
"We need you to promise to never tell anyone you saw us here. Nobody else can know. Understand?"
She nodded this time, reaching out her little finger. "Pinkie promise," she whispered, as if it was a holy oath. They smiled as gently as they could and wrapped the tip of their own claw around it. "Pinkie promise." They repeated.
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A foot hit the edge of the rooftop and something jumped into the open air between the skyscrapers. A hand reached out and a web shot from it and latched onto a building several yards above the falling figure. A small squeak could be heard as it swung in the web, let go, and flew several yards in the open air before shooting another web. It suddenly changed direction with a yelp, landed on a rooftop, scaled another, and ran east for a few minutes before changing direction again.
"Where do you live?" Venom huffed, carrying the small human on their back. They had secured her position with a few tendrils, but she was still clinging to them like a cruddalier to a xenox. (The symbiote promised to tell Eddie what those was, but now wasn't the time.)
Gasping for air, the girl stretched slightly to avoid burying her voice in Venom's back. "St. James' home for orphans," she gasped, "In midtown east."
Venom cocked an eyebrow. "You're an orphan?" They asked. She nodded slightly. "Then we're two." They mumbled, only using Eddie's voice, but she didn't seem to hear them.
Taking a few more swings back and forth across Hell's Kitchen before heading back to midtown east, they found the orphanage within half an hour with a bit of help from the girl. Few lights were on this late, but Venom still kept their safe distance to the place and landed in an alley nearby instead. Supporting the girl's weight with one hand, they carefully put her down, retrieving the tendrils that had kept her in place.
"You can go the rest of the way on your own just fine, yes?" They asked, and she nodded, blinking sleepily. They mentally shrugged. It was very late and she should probably have been in bed hours ago. Come to think of it, people were probably looking all over for her. They stayed to make sure she got home safely, and finally left as she entered the door, the shadow of a frantic adult in the door.
"Let's pray she don't tell them who got her here. Or where she got those black webs on her arms."
"She's just a kid. We can't be sure, but it's too late now anyway."
"Not necessarily. We can break the place down, murder the staff and the kids, and preserve both our home and our reputation."
"This is a children's home! Absolutely not!" Eddie got so worked up he even forgot to use his inner voice to address the symbiote. Venom sighed.
"Fine. But if we get run out of town by reporters and whatnot, we blame you."
Yeah, the chapters will generally be this long or shorter. And yes, the girl will have a significant role in the story.
Cookie points to anyone who can figure out why Venom has chocolate in the cupboard.