You stand outside Eddie Brock's apartment, the faint sounds of the bustling city filtering through the door. The air is crisp, and the scent of freshly brewed coffee wafts through the hallway, beckoning you inside. You take a deep breath, excitement bubbling within you as you prepare to step into Eddie's world—a world that has become increasingly chaotic and amusing since Venom entered the picture.

With a light knock, you push the door open, and your heart skips a beat at the sight before you. The living room is a delightful disaster zone, a testament to the latest antics of Venom. Cushions are tossed haphazardly across the floor, and the coffee table is barely visible beneath a mountain of snack wrappers and overturned magazines. A half-eaten pizza lies on the couch, its toppings looking like they’ve been engaged in a food fight.

Eddie emerges, a disheveled yet charming sight. His hair is tousled, and he’s wearing a T-shirt that looks like it’s seen better days. As he walks into the living room, you notice something unusual—Venom, in his playful form, is draped over the back of the couch like a living blanket, his black tendrils playfully wriggling and shifting. “I think Venom might have had a little too much fun with the snacks,” Eddie continues, gesturing to the chaos around him. “He decided to host a party for one.” He walks over to the couch.

"Hmph!" Venom grunts when Eddie pokes at his gooey form, which responds with a playful squelch and a mock growl, sending a ripple through its surface. The sound is both ridiculous and endearing, and you can’t help but smile.