Alright so I think I am going to do a separate story for each of the humans, Raf's and Miko's will mix a little being that they are in the same "universe" This chapter to places a time frame, it is set a little less then a year from meeting the bots for the first two or so chapters. Now Beta-ed by SpiderSilkTales
So Map won't be in this nor will Fear itself, Jack will be as normal as he is anyway.
The symbiotes are the spawn of Marvel comics Transformers are Hasbro's
Not a crossover because this would be based off the Venom comics which are not available.
Panic is my symbiote OC spawn
Symbiote speaking
"Host speaking"
Release the Panic ~Red
A dark shadow dashed across the large statue, its long green tongue sticking out of its Cheshire grin. The red and blue being began to climb down the side of the statue. It let out an involuntary screech, and continued on its way… completely unaware of the small orange creature it had just birthed.
Slowly, the abandoned offspring made its way into the statue building. The anamorphic creature slipped unnoticed into the main lobby. It moved and squiggled in behind a wastebasket where it found a half-eaten chocolate bar, and began to devour it.
"Wake up, Rafael. We're going to see Lady Liberty today," a female voice said with a slight Mexican or Puerto Rican accent.
"Ok, mama. I'll be out in a minute," the boy called Rafael - or Raf, as he preferred - said. The twelve-year-old boy pulled on his normal school clothes, as it was surprisingly chilly in New York this early in the fall. It was only mid-September, so the boy's long sleeve button-down shirt and sweater vest were just right.
Raf walked out of the hotel room that he was sharing with his two older brothers, who were already eating the free breakfast provided by the hotel. They were making a mess and being loud. Raf looked at his two older sisters, whom where daintily picking at their yogurt and fruit. His mother and father were drinking coffee.
"Good morning," he said. Of course, no one seemed to notice. The boy's shoulders slumped down a little as he grabbed bread and made some toast. Soon, the entire Esquviel family had left the hotel, and was on the bustling streets of the Big Apple.
"So, are we going to see the Statue of Liberty first, or Broadway?" Raf's father asked when they were all loaded into the rental car. Raf's sisters shouted that they wanted to Broadway and shop, while his brothers faked gagged at the suggestion. Mr. Esquivel looked at his wife.
"I'll take the girls shopping on Broadway, it's just a short bus ride from here." Mrs. Esquivel said. Her husband frowned but said nothing to object. The girls climbed out of the car and followed their mother to the nearest bus stop.
"Be safe," Mr. Esquivel said, turning on the ignition and joining the already large traffic flow. Arriving at Liberty Inland, the boys and their father got in line. Upon entering the Liberty museum, Raf felt as if something was off. He couldn't describe it, but there was something big in store for him. And it would start here.
"Rafael, please keep up. We don't need to lose you in New York. Are you feeling OK? Should I…?" Mr. Esquivel started when his youngest son interrupted him.
"Papa, I'm fine. Just a little amazed, that's all," Raf lied, to turn his father's attention away from the reason they had really taken this trip to New York City. The next tour was starting, and they were part of that group.
It was a surprisingly boring tour, and the guide had an immensely monotone voice, on top of it all. There was a strange noise. Raf looked at everyone, but it seemed that no one else had noticed it. The young boy slowly crept toward the noise. It sounded like a little animal trying to eat a candy wrapper. Raf looked behind the wastebasket to see an orange blob-like object 'gnawing' on a chocolate bar wrapper. Its big white 'eyes' with red rims turned to look at Raf, and it shied away from the boy, abandoning its wrapper.
"I won't hurt you," Raf whispered to the blob, looking to make sure no one heard him. The creature cautiously moved closer to the preteen. Raf reached into his pack and grabbed a jar. The blob made its way into the jar, which Raf gently slipped back into his backpack. Soon the tour was over, and the Esquivel family started back to their hotel. Raf slipped into the hotel room's bathroom and looked at the blob. It seemed to be fully alive and understand him, so he gently taped the jar. The orange creature shivered at the low noise and looked up at Raf, seemingly indignant.
"You don't like noise, do you?" The creature looked as if it shook its head. "You look hungry, but what do you eat? You were munching on a chocolate bar wrapper, do you like chocolate?" The blob just wiggled and acted excited. Raf pulled out some chocolate candies he had hidden in his backpack. When he dropped one into the jar, the orange blob at first scooted away, then prowled around it. A few seconds later, it pounced on top of the candy. It munched, holding the candy in mitten-like 'hands'. "So you do like chocolate. What are you?"
The orange blob offered no answer to the boy's question. Instead, it curled up and looked like it was sleeping. Raf frowned. What was this thing? Well, whatever it was, he was going to keep it. Unless it proved to be dangerous…
"Rafael, honey, don't forget anything."
"Yes, mama," Raf said, placing the jar housing his new "Pet" in his carry on. "It's ok. I promise to feed you on the plane- I got more chocolate." The little blob 'pranced' around the jar, then settled down. It knew from its predecessors what a plane was. It only hoped the boy would feed it before it grew ravenous, and ate people.
Toxin crouched on the edge of the building. How could he forget? He had to find it, if it couldn't control its host. The most powerful one of the linage could end up like his predecessor, and become evil. Toxin felt the psychic link between parent and offspring symbiotes. The offspring was on the move, toward the west coast. However, it had no host that he could feel. Someone was keeping it in a jar. How was he going to follow it, and regain it before it got a host? He was needed here in the city. The city needed its protector; maybe he could find a friend to retrieve his child?
Arriving at home, no one felt like talking. The jet lag was too much on the family. Raf went to his room and took out the jar. The orange blob looked as if it was sleeping, and then its large white 'eyes' looked at Raf. Opening the jar, he reached in, but it moved away from his hand.
"Come out. It's ok, little guy," Raf said, opening his hand. It slowly moved toward the boy's hand, and reluctantly scuttled into the open palm.
I am called Panic. Raf jolted back. The orange creature didn't move. Please, I don't wish to hurt you. You are nice to me. Raf looked at the orange blob, then touched it with is other hand.I need a host, or I will die. It is up to you. Will you be my host?
Raf said to the blob: "What would this mean? Would I give up a happy life to be some alien? What would being your host include?"
Teaching me humanity, and feeding me. While I protect you from bodily harm, give you enhanced strength, endurance, reflexes and have it so you would no longer need those glasses.
"But what would I look like?"
Yourself, I am very adept at camouflage. I will look like your clothes when you want me too, or we could be nearly invisible.
"But when I don't…"
With this, the blob expanded over the boy, coating him in an orange skin. Raf felt himself growing. Soon, he was six feet- at least. His arms felt like they quadrupled in size. He looked to the mirror in his room. He was smiling a large Cheshire grin, from ear to ear with long sharp teeth. The grin reached the white mask-like eyes with red rims- just like his glasses. Opening his 'new' mouth, a long blue tongue lashed out. It began to turn pink and shrink, as did he.
If it is too much I will stop and detach from you.
"No, I think it would the best. Not everyone here would be good teacher."
Thank you, Rafael… my friend.
With that, the orange skin receded and camouflaged itself into Raf's normal school clothes, then some orange pajamas. Raf smiled. His teeth were still a little more sharp than usual, but he felt ten times better than he had in the past few months.
Panic thought as his host slept. Why had he chosen a mere boy to be his host? Maybe it was because all his predecessors chose adults, who were corrupted by power. However, he chose a boy- not an adult.
Maybe it was that he, too, was a child and wanted to have fun. Maybe he could change how humans looked at his species. His father, Toxin, started with being good. Heck, he asked the boy- no, Rafael- to be his host before even attaching to him.
Panic relaxed and constricted around Raf like a blanket. He poked around Rafael's body systems the way all symbiotes did. No. It couldn't be. Why would something like that happen to a good young boy? Panic now knew that he would have to protect his new friend from the threat within his own body.
Raf woke up. Panic was acting like a big orange and white blanket.
"Good morning, Panic. How are you?"
Hungry, got more chocolate?
"Is that all you eat?" Raf asked the symbiote.
No, but you don't want to know the other things I eat.
"You're attached to my body. I have the right to know."
I feed on chemicals that are given off in a human's brain. That chemical is also in chocolate, so I would rather eat chocolate than a brain. It is no doubt taster then a brain. I also, um… feed on something that is hurting you.
Raf sucked in a hard breath. Panic is what made him feel better. He had thought that this might be his last few years, but maybe Panic was a miracle in alien form. Was this the 'something big' feeling he had in the museum? Raf pulled out a candy bar, and ate it. He didn't feel it go down to his stomach; instead, it felt like it had been absorbed directly out of his mouth.
Thank you, that was good. I just didn't want to scare you, since I already bonded. It would hurt both of us, me more then you.
"Well, we don't keep secrets from each other anymore. Ok? We're a team now."
Ok, my friend.
Panic knew that if he said everything that could happen because of him right away, Raf wouldn't care if he was making him better. He would be afraid of what could happen. Panic knew his homicidal urges and temper fits would have to be subdued.
"School will be starting soon."
I'll take care of it. You won't have to fear anyone. I will make sure nothing hurts you… ever. Panic thought to the preteen, as he mimicked Raf's normal clothes. As Raf walked out of his room, he smiled at a weird thought that had just crossed his mind. He wouldn't have much laundry anymore, now that he had a slightly morbid alien as clothes. Hey, what was an eleven- almost twelve- year old to do?
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