Misery.

Madness.

Two names of two beings that caused so much chaos and destruction in your life. Their battle had completely demolished your department in Alchemax, leading to any survivors being laid off. You were one of those survivors.

It began to rain. Not a light, summer-y drizzle, and not a downpour. Just enough so that it feels idiotic to stand outside and it feels dumb hiding inside. That kind of rain.

You heard the shout of a woman in the distance, then an "I'm done! I can't do this anymore!" She sounded familiar. Something with a monstrous voice replied. She interrupted. "No! Leave! Just... get the hell out of my body!" You heard a loud splat, then running footsteps.

You heard a sizzling noise as something approached.

It was a symbiote. You recognized that immediately from your work at Alchemax. One without a host, merely a formless mass of slime that dies in the Earth atmosphere without a host. They're practically harmless as long as you can put a solid wall between you and it.

Sadly, you had no such wall.

The second thing you recognized was the pattern. Red and white... this wasn't any symbiote. This was the one that had made you jobless. You backed up. "Go away. I'm not interested in whatever you have to offer, Misery."

It continued its advance. Obviously, it wasn't going to take no for an answer. Then again, who would when they're slowly dissolving? You looked around for someone to throw at this thing instead of you. Nothing and nobody. It drew closer.

You didn't want this. But at the end of the day, Misery was a hero. Maybe an antihero. Probably an antihero. But still, it had done good in this world and leaving it to die because you didn't want a little responsibility. You could very easily use a sonic projector to eject it from your body later and at someone else.

You stood your ground, mentally preparing for what you were about to just let happen. You reinforced your mental walls, relaxed your body, thought of all the ways this could go wrong...