Hello everyone!

Sorry for the wait! Here's the final part of this story arc! I hope you all enjoy it!

Mr. Brock Finds Out - Part Three

Carl Brock stopped outside of his son's bedroom, almost scared to knock at the door.

It had taken a few minutes for the man to work up the courage to go talk to his son, swallowing his pride and admitting that he was wrong. Well, not completely wrong, as he still had his concerns about Eddie hosting an alien parasite. But he knew that some of what he had said was out of line, and he needed to apologize to his son.

He knocked on the door. "... Eddie?" There was no answer. "Eddie?"

"GO AWAY," a gravely voice snapped, making Mr. Brock jump. He had forgotten that the alien was also in there.

"Eddie," the dad said, knocking on the door again. "Eddie, I..." He sighed. "I... wanted to say..." He struggled to get the words out, as he wasn't one to usually share his emotions so openly. "Can... I come in, at least? Talk to you... Both of you?"

After a few moments of silence, the door clicked and swung open. The man saw a black tendril slip away from the door, receding back towards his son, who was laying on his bed with his back to him. The alien tendril formed itself once more into a creepy face, hovering over Eddie almost protectively.

"YOU'RE LUCKY THAT EDDIE IS TOO MUCH OF A WUSS TO DISOWN YOU," the creature snapped.

"You can't disown a parent, V," Eddie muttered. "Not that I know of, anyway."

"Eddie," Carl Brock started to say.

"WE WON'T LEAVE EDDIE," the alien interrupted, glaring at the man. "HE'S OUR BROTHER, AND IF YOU TRY TO MAKE US LEAVE-"

Eddie sat up, the black goo covering his entire body, which started to grow. Mr. Brock stepped back, horrified as a towering, humanoid creature walked over to him, the floor shaking a little.

"WE WILL MAKE YOU LEAVE," Venom promised, a slimy tongue sticking out between his needle-like teeth.

"..." Eddie's father couldn't speak, unable to remember if he had ever been this scared. He was frozen in place, unable to even think of moving.

The creature cocked its head, as if listening to someone. "FINE! BUT IF HE DOESN'T LISTEN, CAN WE EAT HIM?" Another pause. "WE WERE ONLY JOKING!"

The alien shrank down, the black goo seeping away. Seconds later, Eddie was standing there, not looking at his father.

Carl Brock took a few moments to collect himself, grateful that he hadn't had a heart attack. Looking at his son, it was impossible to tell that the boy was hosting an alien parasite; his son was still the scrawny, unassuming teenager that he saw everyday.

The man cleared his throat, trying to remember what he wanted to say.

"Eddie," Mr. Brock started again. "I... I wanted to say..."

Don't clam up now, he thought to himself.

"Well," his son asked impatiently, looking up at him with a tired expression; Carl noticed that the teen's eyes were red and puffy. "Got anything to say? I'd rather be alone right now." He turned aside. "I meant alone as in without dad, V."

"I... I'm sorry," Carl Brock finally blurted out. "For getting... upset with you earlier. I was just surprised, and..." He shook his head, scratching his neck. "Look, you know I'm not good with this kind of stuff."

"Having human emotions," Eddie asked sarcastically.

Mr. Brock frowned. "Look, I'm trying my best here! How would you feel if your found out your kid's been hiding an alien monster for the past four years? Let me tell you; you get scared, and worried, and angry, and..." He shook his head. "It's a lot to process!" He pointed to his son's mattress. "And it was eating your bed earlier!"

"He was searching for chocolate," his son corrected.

"He was-" The man blinked. "He... Looking for chocolate?" It was such a bizarre reason, and a ridiculous one.

The teenager nodded. "Yep. Basically, Venom needs some kind of chemical to survive called... What was it again?" He paused. "Phenethylamine. Which is only found in human brains and chocolate."

"Phene- Wait, BRAINS?!"

"I don't let him eat people, dad," the boy assured him. "Though he has killed some neighborhood animals before. But anyway, he needs that phenethylamine compound to survive, so I usually give him chocolate. But I'm sick of eating candy all the time, and since V's always bothering me about getting some-" He paused, frowning at the wall. "You ALWAYS complain, dude! Nonstop! Just- Never mind; we don't have time for this.

"Anyway, I hid some under my bed, Venom sniffed it out, and he went a little crazy." Eddie looked embarrassed. "I... I wasn't really planning on telling you about Venom, but if I had, I would've done it in a better way than you seeing him ripping a mattress to shreds." He looked down at his feet. "And I am sorry... for not telling you about him sooner."

Carl Brock took in all of this information. Well, the chocolate explained the two cavities his son had the last time they went to the dentist, as well as why he was always spending his allowance on frozen tater tots. And the neighborhood animals... that explained what had happened to Mrs. Thompson's missing pet bird.

The thought of the alien eating brains to survive scared the man; there was a man-eating alien in his house, using his only son as a host! But Eddie said that he didn't let Venom eat anyone. And, while his son may not be the strongest kid or the smartest, he was pretty honest most of the time. Well, except for not telling him about the symbiote.

Maybe that's why I'm so angry, Mr. Brock realized. Eddie's always been honest with me, so learning that he's kept something this big hidden from me... It like he doesn't trust me.

The man sighed, reaching out a tentative hand. After some hesitation, he put it on his son's shoulder.

"Eddie... I'm sorry that you couldn't trust me."

The teen looked up at him, surprised.

"I know I haven't been the best dad," Carl continued. "I... I know I've failed you in many different ways. But I've always done my best to make sure you had everything you could want." He looked away. "I've lost your trust; that much I know. I won't ask you to get rid of Venom, and I won't ask for you to forgive me for being a bad dad most of the time, because I know I don't-"

His speech was cut off as Eddie suddenly hugged him. Surprised, Mr. Brock hugged his son back, the two of them standing there for a while.

"It's okay, dad," the boy said, finally pulling away and looking up at him. "I forgive you. We've both been wrong about some things; I should've told you about Venom a lot sooner. And... you're not a bad dad." He smiled. "Not to me."

"I forgive you too," Mr. Brock replied, smiling as well. "Though just so you know, you're sleeping on the floor until you buy yourself a new mattress."

"Dad!"

"Can your alien friend make money? I didn't think so."

"Dad!"

"WE COULD JUST STEAL ONE FROM THE NEIGHBOR!"

"NO," the father and son shouted in unison.

And that's the end of this story arc! Eddie and Mr. Brock have made up, and Venom's been accepted into the family!

I got the phenethylamine from a Screen Rant article I searched on the internet; I had seen a video about that fact, and figured I should add it to the story.

Anyway, R&R if you wanna read more, including chapters of Mr. Brock and Venom interacting! Until next time, have a great day, everyone!

-aggiefrogger