Hey everyone!

As you probably know, the trailer for the second Venom movie [Venom: Let There be Carnage] has been released. If you have not seen it, I would recommend watching it. Naturally, I had to write a chapter based on it, so here it is!

Enjoy!

Venom: The Next Julia Child?

Eddie should have known better than to let Venom try his hand at cooking.

Usually, Eddie's father worked long hours, meaning the teen had to cook meals for himself. He did not mind this, and had actually gotten pretty good at it. Venom would patiently wait for him to finish cooking before poking his head out to gobble up half the plate, but this particular morning, the symbiote asked if he could try making breakfast. And foolishly, Eddie had said yes.

He should have known that he was screwed as soon as the alien started singing.

I SAY EE-THER, YOU SAY EI-THER, Venom sang in a horribly off-tune voice, using one of his tentacles to turn up the radio's volume. I SAY NEE-THER, YOU SAY NEI-THER!

Several other tentacles were shooting out of Eddie's back, grabbing stuff and scattering food all over the kitchen. The teen, meanwhile, stood in the middle of the chaos, too tired to say anything but regretting his decision. He managed to pour himself a glass of orange juice as a bit of egg flew past his face.

EE-THER, EI-THER, NEE-THER, NEI-THER, the symbiote continued, tentacles still flying as Eddie took a sip of his orange juice before walking over to the kitchen table. LET'S CALL THE WHOLE THING OFF! Sitting down, the tentacles continued to shake the pans and move stuff around. Finally, the alien retreated his arms, setting two plate of food in front of the teen.

Yep… I'm stupid for agreeing to this, the boy thought, looking down at the two plate of food in front of him. Half-cooked eggs, waffles, and who knew what else had been dumped onto the plates, looking like they had been eaten and then coughed back off. The kitchen itself looked like it had been through a nasty food fight, and some batter was dripping from the ceiling.

TADA, Venom said cheerfully, another tentacle bringing a bottle of ketchup over to the table. KETCHUP?

"Excuse me," Eddie asked, but the symbiote squeeze the bottle, forgetting to take the cap off first. The side of the bottle burst, spraying ketchup all over the teen and the table. Eddie's mouth dropped open with shock, and simply sat there, looking down at the giant splatter of ketchup on his shirt.

YUMMY, Venom said happily. READY TO EAT?

"Uh… I've suddenly lost my appetite," the teen said, laughing nervously as the alien's head poked out of his shoulder, moving around to face him with a frown. "Not that I'm ungrateful or anything! I just-"

"YOU DON'T LIKE OUR COOKING," the symbiote demanded, his glare deepening. "DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT WAS, PREPPING AND COOKING ALL OF THAT?!"

"Venom, I-"

"AND IF WE DID A SHITTY JOB, IT'S YOUR FAULT!"

"What?! How is it my fault?"

"WE ARE NOT OMNISCIENT," the alien explained. "ALL OF OUR COOKING KNOWLEDGE COMES FROM YOUR MEMORIES! TIMES YOU'VE COOKED BEFORE, WATCHED OTHERS COOKED BEFORE-"

"So now it's my fault your cooking sucks," Eddie asked.

Venom gasped, then growled at him, sinking back into his skin. FINE! DON'T EAT IT THEN!

The teen let out a huff of annoyance and frustration, running a hand over his face. Looking back at the kitchen, he saw that the stove was still burning, and that the fridge door was open. Food containers were spread out all over, and more bits of food and batter were sprayed everywhere. He could sense the symbiote's anger, but also a bit of sadness as well; the boy could tell that his friend had honestly tried his best to cook a nice meal. Sighing, he started to feel bad at showing his disgust, and decided to say something.

"V," he said tentatively, looking down at the two plates of disgusting-looking food. "V? C'mon, dude. I know you're in there." He set his right hand palm-up on the table in front of him. "Would it help if I said I was sorry?"

A tiny big of black goo pooled in the teen's hand, and two white eyes frowned up at him.

"That's a start," the boy said, grinning a little, grabbing one of the forks the alien had set on the table. "I'm sorry for judging your food so quickly; especially since I haven't tried it yet."

"WE DON'T CARE IF YOU LIKE IT," the symbiote said, poking his head out of the human's hand. "YOU THINK IT LOOKS UGLY AND DISGUSTING!"

"Well we know better than to judge how ugly something is," Eddie said, managing to find a piece of waffle that was not burned or runny. "I mean, you're just a pile of black goo."

"HEY! WE LOOK BETTER THAN YOU!"

The teen chuckled. "Yeah, but I'm still gonna try this. You've eaten the food I've made before, so it's only right that I try the food you've made for me." Bringing the piece to his mouth, the boy said a quick prayer before eating it, chewing the bite and forcing it down. "Wow… It's…" He flinched, managing to hide his disgust with a smile. "It's… unique. Just like you."

"WE KNOW YOU DO NOT LIKE IT," Venom said, looking up at him with his signature grinning face. "BUT THANK YOU FOR TRYING IT ANYWAY. AND… WE ARE SORRY FOR GETTING MAD AT YOU."

"Don't worry; I forgive you." Eddie held up his other hand. "Fist-bump?"

The symbiote grinned. "YES!" Venom's head turned into a fist, and the two friends lightly fist-bumped one another.

"By the way, I'm not cleaning this kitchen."

"WE KNOW, WE KNOW. BUT CAN YOU MAKE US SOMETHING TO EAT FIRST?"

"Sure. Any requests?"

"TATER TOTS AND CHOCOLATE!"

"Tater tots and chocolate it is, though I'll stick with cereal!"

Looks like Venom's not meant to be a master chef, but at least he has a host who knows how to cook his favorite food! The first half is basically like the trailer, but I added the second part to add some background and changing it to fit my story better. Also, does anyone know who Julia Child is?

-aggiefrogger

I do NOT own Julia Child at all.