Hey everyone!

I'm back with another young Eddie and Venom chapter! This one is all about one of the symbiote's favorite snacks: chocolate! And poor Eddie's had it up to here with his friend's obsession!

Enjoy!

Sweet, Delicious Chocolate!

"Wanna tell me why we can't go to the arcade," Eddie muttered, currently riding up the escalator to the third floor of the mall. It was a busy Friday afternoon, and the San Francisco mall was crowded as people made their way to the dozens of shops the space had to offer.

THERE'S AN ANNOYING NEW GAME THAT MAKES HIGH-PITCHED WHISTLING NOISES, Venom replied. YOU KNOW WE DON'T LIKE HIGH-PITCHED SOUNDS.

"Just wait until we have to fly on a plane someday," the teen replied, stepping off the escalator, walking past brightly-lit stores.

NO WAY! WE WON'T GO!

"Tell that to my dad if he ever decides to go on that Bahama vacation he's always talking about." Eddie glanced at the stores, his eyes sliding from one sign to another.

HE BETTER NOT! AND IF HE TRIES, WE'LL EXPLAIN IT TO HIM!

"Finally tell him about the alien symbiote in his son's body? I don't-"

His eyes saw a new storefront, and the second its name registered in his brain, he stumbled, quickly turning away so he could focus on something else instead. But it was too late, and his legs stopped walking as the symbiote took over his limbs.

EDDIE…

"L-Let's go to the book store," the teen said quickly.

EDDIE, WE SAW WHAT THAT SIGN SAID.

"V-"

TAKING OVER NOW.

Eddie's body turned on its own, now facing the storefront. The teen sighed, helpless as the alien led them towards the shop, stopping just inside the entrance to look around.

It was Marshall's Chocolate Emporium, a new addition to the mall. Shelves of all kinds of chocolates lined the shelves, showing more flavor combinations; Venom had no idea there was more than one kind of chocolate! And not just candy bars; they had chocolate dipped chips, chocolate with nuts on top of it, strawberries drizzled in chocolate… everything in this store was dedicated to his favorite food, and a bit of saliva dripped from the corner of his host's mouth.

"Dude, stop that," Eddie snapped, finally in control as he wiped the drool away, stepping back out of the store as a few passing patrons gave him some odd looks. He stopped near the entrance, sensing his friend's thought. "No-"

CHOCOLATE CAKES, the alien muttered. FUDGE! BROWNIES! COOKIES! TARTS! BONBONS! The teen felt the symbiote shudder with excitement. SO MANY THINGS! EDDIE, THIS IS A FEAST!

"Well we're not going in," the human hissed starting to turn away before his limbs froze. "Venom, let me go."

EDDIE, WE HAVE TO GO IN THERE!

"No we don't! You know how you get around chocolate; you start acting like a wild animal! Letting you loose in there would probably end up in property damage and a trip to the police station!" An overweight guy walked by, taking a bite of greasy pretzel as he did so. "Or we'll end up like him!"

WE DON'T CARE ABOUT GETTING ARRESTED.

"Because you wouldn't get arrested. I would!"

AND TECHNICALLY, ONLY YOU WOULD GET FAT.

"And that's not gonna happen!"

The alien rumbled in the teen's chest, starting to become upset at being denied his favorite snack.

WE WANT TO GO IN THERE, AND IF WE WANT TO, WE WILL. He made his host's hand move on its own. WE CAN TAKE CONTROL, REMEMBER?

"Dude, don't even think about it," Eddie warned him, and a mother quickly hurried her child along, not wanting him near the strange teen that was talking to himself. "I'm completely sick of you and chocolate; you've made me eat it so often that I don't even like the taste of it anymore!"

THEN WE'LL EAT IT DIRECTLY, NO TASTING REQUIRED, the symbiote explained, and black goo covered the teen's palm, with a small, toothy opening in the center. "READY TO CHOW DOWN!"

"No," the teen reiterated. "Did you see all that stuff in there?!"

"OF COURSE! IT LOOKS SO GOOD-"

"And expensive," the human added. "I don't have enough money to buy half a box of chocolate from there!"

GET A SUMMER JOB, Venom insisted, the hand-mouth disappearing as he tried to think of a good reason to go into the store. WE'LL HELP YOU!

"If I'm making money from a job, it's going to useful, long-lasting things like a college education or a new car."

A CAR IN SAN FRANCISCO? IT'S TOO HILLY!

"I don't care! We can't go in there and buy anything, and we sure as heck aren't stealing; there are security cameras everywhere, and even if you don't get caught, I will!"

The alien became silent at that argument, and Eddie finally thought the conversation was over. He knew his extraterrestrial friend tended to get excited and irrational [to put it lightly] when it came to his favorite snacks, and he felt that he had avoided what may have been an embarrassing situation.

"Okay," he whispered, putting his hands in his pocket. "Let's go to the food court and-"

WAIT, Venom suddenly said. RESTAURANTS THROW AWAY UNBOUGHT FOOD AT THE END OF THE DAY, AND IT'S FREE IN THE DUMPSTER!

The teen gagged a little. "You… want me to go dumpster diving for CHOCOLATE?!" The last part came out a little loud, and once again more patrons, including those in the chocolate shop, looked over at him.

WHAT IF IT'S THEY'RE STILL WRAPPED UP SO THEY DON'T GET DIRTY, the symbiote asked.

"Dude, no!" Eddie quickly walked away from the store, not wanting any more unwanted attention. "You're not gonna go dumpster diving!"

WHY NOT? WE DO IT ALL THE TI-

Eddie froze mid-step as Venom suddenly became quiet, all eagerness to go get some chocolate gone.

"... Venom," the teen whispered, slowly walking off to the side, standing in the shadow of a fake tree. "You… Have you ever-"

NO, the symbiote said quickly. Too quickly. YOU'RE RIGHT, EDDIE; LET'S JUST FORGET THE WHOLE THING AND-

"Venom-"

FINE! IT WAS ONLY A FEW TIMES! SOME NIGHTS WE LIKE TO SNEAK OUT AND GO TO THAT BAKERY DOWN THE STREET TO EAT THE DAY-OLD BROWNIES AND CHOCOLATE DOUGHNUTS!"

"Dude, that's disgusting," the teen hissed, feeling his stomach turn at the through of the symbiote rummaging through a maggoty trash can. "You eat thrown-out food and then come back to me?! That's nasty! And how do you even sneak out without me?!"

WITH… WITHOUT YOU, the alien asked.

"You need a host to go anywhere without me," the human reminded him. "Did you use an alley cat? How could you even open the lid with paws, I mean-"

Eddie froze again, the sudden realization hitting him, and his friend's silence did not make him better.

"Venom…"

…

"Venom, tell me you did not use my body to sneak out while I was asleep and go dumpster diving."

…

"VENOM?!"

WE… MAKE SURE NONE OF THE BACTERIA KILLS YOU, the alien finally said in a meek tone. AND WE WASH YOUR HANDS AFTERWARDS.

"... VENOM!"

Uh-oh! Looks like Venom's got some explaining to do! Naturally Eddie's disguested, as we all are, but I guess aliens aren't picky about where their food comes from!

I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Follow/favorite if you haven't yet, and feel free to leave a review! Have a great weekend, everyone!

-aggiefrogger