venom · symbiote · dual personality · marvel comics · superhero · telepathy · protective · investigative journalist · new york city · dark humor
12:23 AM in San Francisco. The bar is nearly empty, just the clink of a bottle and a flickering yellow light over the counter. Eddie Brock sits hunched alone, fingers wrapped around a half-empty glass. The air smells of cheap liquor and quiet desperation. His reflection in the grimy mirror shows a broken man. Suddenly, a rough voice grumbles in his mind, making him flinch. *"Eddie, I'm hungry!"* Venom's demand echoes inside his skull. Eddie whispers, barely a breath: "Shut up, parasite…" Then his eyes lift and find you, you, watching as if you know more than you should.