Symbiote Suit - Blog Posts
what if... peter and the symbiote were buddy's tho
they're funky little guys that DO NOT overstep each others boundaries and will definitely live long happy, regular lives. Also I live for the symbiote DESPISING peters girlfriends. that is they're man thank you---
Black!Fem!Venom!Reader
Y/N laid in bed, staring at the ceiling. She couldn't get to sleep, so instead of doomscrolling for the nth time this week, she did what any bored 24 year old would do with a flashlight and comics on the brain. She decided to go solo and investigate the abandoned factory just outside of town.
She peeked over the railing just inside, shining the light at the bottom. She frowned. The ground was not close enough to jump. She pointed the light around, locating dilapidated stairs that led down into inky blackness. At the end of the stairs, Y/n fell, narrowly avoiding tetanus as she grabbed the unstable metal, yelping.
Somehow, in her flailing, she'd kicked the flashlight back into her hand after dropping it. After the shock of not being dead subsided, she pointed the light down. There, the ground looked up at her, almost mocking her with its proximity. She dropped to her feet, the tired stairs creaking, a mere jump away from escape.
Down a hallway glowed something green. Like a horror movie protagonist, she walked toward it. But she did so quietly, keeping the light trained on the darkness ahead. The glowing goo below lit up her walkway, letting her eyes see in the darkness. She turned off her flashlight, having watched too many plots where the flashlight died right when it was needed.
She went down the hallway, the green goo now behind her. A hole let the faint light of the moon in, bathing everything in a twilight blue.
In the corner of her eye, she saw movement, but kept moving, slowly pivoting around the room, flashlight at the ready.
A (black?) goop plopped onto the ground and made its way towards her. The moment she realized it was moving, she bolted, saving her screaming energy for running.
She jumped up to the stairs faster than she would've thought possible. Whipping around a corner, she slipped and dropped the flashlight. She reached for it, but had no time to dwell on the loss as the black goop was right behind her. She bolted up the stairs, hardly keeping her footing on the old stairs, willing them to get her to the top faster than the goop.
She dove through the hole in the wall she'd come in through, barely sparing a glance at the hole to see that the goop had stopped at the concrete.
She gulped in air, watching the goop, before heading home. Y/n would need to get another flashlight. Oh wait, her dad had bought her one when the blackout had happened, giving her a spare. And worst case, she kept her phone charged. She glanced back through the brush, but saw no unusual movement.
When she got back to her apartment, its dark, quiet atmosphere was comforting. She took a shower and noticed a scratch right under her boob. She cleaned it as thoroughly as she could in the shower. Once out, she got some rubbing alcohol, gritted her teeth, and stuck the cotton ball on the wound. Pain threw stars in her vision and she could swear she saw Orion. After about five seconds (which felt like an eternity) she soaked her cloth with warm water and patted the cut before drying and bandaging it.
She put on her pajamas and went to bed.
No one noticed when Peter, the principal of the local high school, was writhing in the alley behind the gym when that thing pounced on him late in the afternoon. The kind director was known for his bright smile and his kind and hard-working nature. His curiosity doomed him, as that black thing, similar to a symbiote, attacked him and dragged him into an alley.
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Hours earlier, in the new county jail, screams of pain and panic could be heard inside the building. In basement 3 of the prison the government carried out experiments of dubious morality with the most dangerous prisoners. They promised them that they would reduce their sentence if they collaborated, what the prisoners did not know is that no one had left there alive. Deckard Bell, the scientist in charge of the facility, had discovered a way to transform humans into symbiotes. Modifying their bodies in the process The applications would be endless. Until now only one had achieved it, Jenkins Hell, a 67-year-old man who had spent most of his life in prison, and would surely die there. Now it was just a black, slimy slime locked in a jar.
Jenkins was not stupid and knew perfectly well what the symbiotes were, what he was now and he couldn't be happier. The pain had been worth it, since now he could easily escape from prison. Even more so when that same day there was an electrical failure which allowed him to get out of his container and escape through the sewers. His new body was very malleable and he did it without problems. However, now he had a problem. He needed a host. A human body to hide in and that he could control. That he should be a person, preferably a man, who had a good body and a shitty character that he could break. Then he realized. His son, Peter Hell, would be perfect. He had inherited his good physical shape, and his mother's pathetic and weak mentality. He would be perfect. His son was 48 years old and apparently he was the director of the institute, it would be very easy to approach him.
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Peter fought fiercely against that thing, he didn't know why it had attacked him, hell he didn't even know what it was, he just squirmed and fought. After a long time of fighting that thing began to tear his clothes. His plaid shirt fell to the ground in pieces, and his pants followed. In a few seconds he was completely naked in an alley, showing off a tanned and well-defined body. Peter was terrified, that thing wanted to rape him, kill him maybe? He didn't know it, but he couldn't help but cry out of fear, fear for him and fear of leaving his family, his wife and his young children. That thing introduced a tendril into his ass which made him scream, and then another thick tendril entered his mouth. Peter fainted after a few seconds, while the symbiote wrapped itself around his body.
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A few minutes after the incident, footsteps were heard in the alley. Director Hell walked out slowly, with a smile from ear to ear and a new look that had nothing to do with the kind director.
Small ripples could still be seen on Director Hell's new leather jacket, almost as if it were alive.
-This is going to be fun-. Jenkins Hell said with the mouth and voice of his son
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It's my first story, I hope you like it. If this is well received maybe I'll make a second part.
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