Hey, everyone! I'm back!

First off, I am so sorry for the wait since my last chapter. Between all the craziness in the world, along with trying to find a job and a short family vacation, I ended up not being able to write as much as I would have liked to. But I'm back now, and hopefully won't have another long hiatus without warning you.

Anyways, this is my 15th chapter for this story, which is pretty amazing! When I first wrote this story, I had no idea it would become one of my most popular works! I want to thank all of you that have followed, favorited, and reviewed this story. This chapter is dedicated to you all.

This chapter is about a museum, which is something I haven't been to in a while, but figured Eddie and Venom might enjoy. And I hope you enjoy it too!

Also, I've changed the Image for this story, but after you read this chapter, I'll explain why.

Full Fathom Five

THIS IS AWFUL.

C'mon, Venom, it's not that bad, Eddie thought.

IT IS. AND WE THOUGHT HUMANS COULDN'T GET ANYMORE BORING.

It was now summer in San Francisco. The weather wasn't too hot, not too cold, and the city itself seemed more alive. However, Eddie and Venom weren't outside enjoying the weather. Instead, they were inside, currently wandering through the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art. Eddie's dad wanted him to do something 'constructive' and educational once a week so he didn't waste away in front of a TV set or spend all his money on the arcade. The teen wasn't too thrilled with this, since school was supposed to be over, but he had to admit that the art museum wasn't that bad. A certain alien, however, didn't like art at all.

STARING AT PAINT ON A CANVAS, Venom said in his mind as they made their way through the hallways of art. IT DOESN'T EVEN MOVE. IF THEY MOVED LIKE MOVIES, MAYBE THEY'D BE INTERESTING.

Well I'm not exactly an art fan, either, Eddie admitted. But dad wants me to learn something new each week and keep my brain active or some shit.

YOUR DAD IS STRANGE.

Tell me about it. He looked over at a few of the paintings, unable to help but admire him. Some of this stuff is cool, though. Do you know how long it probably took someone to paint these? Probably a year, maybe more.

WHAT A WASTE OF TIME, Venom said. WHY NOT USE A CAMERA?

Do they even have art on your planet?

NO, AND FOR GOOD REASON. WE DON'T LIKE WASTING TIME ON STUPID, TIME-WASTING HOBBIES.

These 'hobbies' can sell for millions of dollars, Eddie said, wandering into the next section of the museum. And you know what my dad said; we need to come back with some info on art if we want to go see a movie this Friday.

AGAIN, WE SUGGESTED A PLAN THAT WOULD FREE US FROM THIS EDUCATIONAL TORTURE.

And for the last time, you are not eating my dad! I'd probably get framed for murdering him or something, and I'm not keen on spending the rest of my life in jail.

NO ONE WOULD DARE THROW US IN JAIL, the alien said. WE ARE STRONGER AND FASTER THAN THE COPS.

Still, jail is jail, and killing is wrong. He stopped in front of one of the paintings. You know, this one kinda looks like you.

IMPOSSIBLE! NO ONE -

He paused mid-rant as he took notice of the painting Eddie had pointed out. While he didn't like paintings and still found them stupid, Venom couldn't help but notice this one.

It was about three by five feet, and the majority of it was black paint with flecks of other colors on it. However it was painted, the splatters of paint on the canvas gave it a messy, chaotic look. It was a twisting collection of paint, not taking on a particular shape, but still eye-catching.

IT… IS INTERESTING, Venom said begrudgingly.

"'Full Fathom Five,'" Eddie read out loud, looking at the information plaque next to the painting. "Painted in 1947 by Jackson Pollock, on loan from the Museum of Modern art in New York City. According to this, it's based on a line from a Shakespeare play about the death of a sailor."

SO HOW DOES THIS REMIND YOU OF US, the alien asked.

Are you kidding, the teen thought, the incredulity evident in his thoughts. Whenever you're on the outside, you're this black mess that is all over the place that's somewhat fascinating to look at. This is abstract art; art that can be anything the human mind can think of, and you can turn into any shape you want.

SO… ?

I give up. Hate art all you want, just shut up about it

FINE.

They made their way back down the hall, occasionally looking at the other artwork. A half hour later, they were ready to go, and decided to check out the gift store.

The gift shop had a bunch of art-related gifts and mementos. There were books about art, postcards with famous artworks on them, and even some art kits that would set someone back a hundred dollars. Eddie walked through the gift shop, pondering how much of his allowance he should spend.

WAIT, Venom suddenly spoke up, drawing the teen's attention to a nearby display.

Eddie looked at what had caught the alien's attention. Seriously, he thought. I thought you hated art.

WE DO. BUT IT IS A NICE LIKENESS. AND WE FIGURED YOU WOULD LIKE IT TOO.

The teen smiled a little, taking the poster out of the slot, heading over to the register to purchase it.

Later that night, as Eddie was reading at his desk, Venom slowly crawled out into the open, looking over at the poster of the 'Full Fathom Five' painting. He still didn't see why humans liked it, or why it deserved to be in a museum, but he had to agree with his host that it was an interesting likeness of himself.

"Anything wrong," Eddie asked, noticing the black sludge on his shoulder.

"NO," the alien said, turning away from the poster. "THOUGH WE'VE BEEN THINKING… THAT MOVIE WE'RE GOING TO SEE ON FRIDAY WILL EVENTUALLY COME OUT ON VHS, AND WE CAN RENT IT FROM BLOCKBUSTER."

"Yeah," the teen said, confused.

"MAYBE… WE SHOULD WAIT UNTIL THEN TO SEE THE MOVIE."

"Okay… Then what should we do on Friday? Park? Stay home?"

"WE DON'T KNOW… MAYBE WE COULD GO TO THAT ART MUSEUM AGAIN?"

Eddie smiled a little. "I thought you hated art."

"WE DO," Venom assured him. "BUT THAT POSTER WE GOT LOOKS KIND OF DIFFERENT FROM THE REAL PAINTING. WE SHOULD GO BACK AND MAKE SURE THAT YOU WEREN'T RIPPED OFF."

"Yeah," the teen said, not believing that excuse for a second, but not saying anything. "We can go back."

"AND WHO KNOWS? MAYBE, IF THIS PAINTING IS CRAPPY, THEN WE COULD SEE IF THAT ARTIST HAS ANY OTHER ARTWORK."

"Okay," Eddie said, going back to his book. It was apparent that Venom had liked art more than he had originally let on, and he couldn't help but smile at the thought. He didn't know how many aliens disliked art, but it looked like one of them like Jackson Pollock.

And that's Chapter Fifteen! The painting mentioned in this story is real, and not in the museum in San Francisco, which is why I said it was on loan. It is also what inspired me to change the Story Image for this fic, so you can get an idea of what it looks like! Also, because I personally like the painting, and wanted to have a picture that related to the story.

Feel free to follow or favorite this story to be updated on new chapters, and feel free to leave a review on this chapter or others if you want. And, as usual, have a safe and happy week/weekend!

Quick PSA: PLEASE BE CAREFUL AND SAFE WHEN YOU GO OUTSIDE! Seriously, you guys are awesome, and while being stuck at home gives you more time to read fanfiction, it's not good for you or your loved ones. Keep yourselves and everyone else outside safe. Thank you.

-aggiefrogger

Note: I do NOT own 'Full Fathom Five,' any art museums or Jackson Pollock at all.