"I'll explain later, just—hang on, it's gonna get very ugly!" Eddie Brock, the journalist of the Daily Bugle, your roommate next door, and your friend who has been keeping a lot of things from you. "Hey, I'm not that ugly!" Venom, the thing he kept from you spoke through Eddie's mouth. The situation was going so fast, but it wasn't as fast as he rode this motorcycle of his. "I wasn't talking about you and now's not the time!"

You could see that there was this black ink coming out of him, the literal police chasing him from behind, you couldn't be anymore flabbergasted, it was hard to keep up and think straight. Holding on to his waist tightly as he drifted, completely ignoring the traffic lights and the actual traffic, letting the cars crash into each other with that black tentacle. He better have a good explanation after this.

This can't get any more worse, could it? Yeah, we're definitely wearing motorcycle helmets to hide our identity and not possibly targeted and easily found and in the news right now. Sarcasm. Ofcourse that didn't happen and we're totally screwed throughout San Francisco...

After several minutes of taking a break back in the apartment building and from climbing on to the fire escape, your eyes wide from the whole explanation you got from Eddie. The silence was broken once Venom formed his head on Eddie's shoulder. "Can we eat them?" Eddie sighed. "No, we are not going to eat my roommate."