Hey, Readers! Hope you all had a Happy Thanksgiving!

Here's a new chapter! Kinda short, I know, but also shows the big brother/little brother relationship between Venom and Eddie.

Enjoy!

-aggiefrogger


Quiet, Please:

WHY DO WE HAVE TO BE QUIET, Venom complained.

I told you, Eddie thought, trying to focus on his book, we're in a Library; we're not allowed to make any noise.

The two were currently sitting in the school library after school one afternoon, Eddie trying to focus on his reading assignment for English; Animal Farm was an interesting book, but hard to enjoy with a whiny alien in his head.

WHY MUST WE BE QUIET?

Because humans that come here come to study in quiet so they can focus. Like those guys over there. He looked over at a group of students sitting nearby, reading their own books with only their thoughts for company. Maybe you should try to follow their example?

I'LL MAKE US SCREAM RIGHT NOW, the alien warned, and Eddie's mouth opened of its own accord.

The boy quickly shut his mouth, hoping no one noticed. Fine! Just let me read this, please?

VERY WELL.

The young teen sighed, turning back to his book, starting Chapter Five. Advanced English was a tough, but rewarding class; especially since he wanted to be a Journalist when he grew up. Even though he was reading high school level books, he didn't find them too difficult to understand.

As he read, he could feel his parasitic friend moving around his chest, trying to keep itself occupied. Eventually, it made its way down his arm, heading towards his left hand, and a few moments later, a familiar black sludge poked out from the teen's hand. Eddie ignored it, trying to focus on his book; besides, they were in the back of the library, so there was no fear of being seen.

The Venom sludge rested on top of Eddie's hand, seeming to stare at the pages of the book as he read. It wasn't bothersome, but the teen kept giving it a few sideways glances, as if expecting it to do something.

"What," he finally whispered at the alien.

THIS BOOK IS FICTION, YES, Venom asked.

"So?"

WHY BOTHER READING IT IF IT IS NOT TRUE?

"I really don't have time for existential questions," Eddie hissed, turning back to his book.

Suddenly, the black sludge shot up towards the ceiling, like a nasty black booger, a tendril attaching to the spine of the book and yanking it from the teen's hands.

The boy quickly looked around, but fortunately, no one seemed to notice what had happened. He then looked up at his book, which the alien sludge was waving at him in a taunting manner. Glaring at it, he held out his hands to catch the book, and, eventually, the parasite dropped it on his head. As he was rubbing his head, the sludge landed back on his hand, seeping into his skin.

HOW'S THE HEAD, Venom asked smugly.

"I'm eating extra vegetables tonight," Eddie muttered.

WHY YOU LITTLE-


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