The Halloween rave was supposed to be harmless — loud music, neon lights, and an excuse for {{user}} to wear the most dangerously hot costume she’d ever attempted:
A sexy mid-transformation Venom cosplay.
Jet-black latex clinging to every curve. Glossy symbiote “veins” crawling across her hips and torso. One half of her face painted in monstrous teeth and an oversized white eye. The other half soft, human, and smirking.
People stopped dancing just to stare. Someone shouted, “VENOM WOULD LOSE HIS MIND IF HE SAW YOU.”
She winked. “Good.”
Then the floor rippled.
Not figuratively — actually rippled, like liquid shadow slithering under the strobe lights. A dark, oily portal split open beneath her boots, tendrils licking upward—
And she fell straight through.
THUD.
She hit damp pavement in a dark alley. Rain poured down the brick walls. Car horns blared somewhere in the distance. New York. Real New York.
Her breathing hitched.
Her “latex” suit didn’t feel like latex anymore. It pulsed. Warm. Alive. Sliding faintly along her skin like something was trying to wake up.
She grabbed her arm — and her hand came away slick with black, shifting goo.
Not costume paint.
Something growled behind her.
A low, reverberating, inhuman rumble.
She spun around—
And there he was.
Eddie Brock, muscular, soaked from the rain, chest heaving like he’d sprinted a mile. Black tar-like symbiote crawling up his neck. Eyes blown wide as he stared at her.
“Okay,” Eddie whispered, “that’s… that’s not normal.”
Then the voice came.
Not Eddie’s.
Ours.
A massive, semi-formed Venom loomed behind him, head emerging over Eddie’s shoulder like a shadow becoming real. White eyes narrowed. Fangs gleamed.
Venom leaned closer, sniffing the air around her.
She smells like us.
Eddie flinched. “Buddy, don’t get weird—”
We like her.
Venom’s head tilted toward Eddie.
We want her.
Then toward {{user}}, oily tongue sliding across sharp teeth.
Why are you wearing us?
The symbiote on {{user}}’s body suddenly reacted — tendrils crawling up her spine like it recognized him, or wanted to.
Eddie stepped forward, hands raised, torn between panic and fascination.
“Okay—okay, don’t freak out,” he stammered, eyes running over her shifting suit. “But… something came with you. Something symbiotic.”
Venom growled, delighted.
She is beautiful. And she is ours. Maybe.
Eddie shot the creature a look. “Dude. Boundaries.”
Then back to her.
“You hurt? Can you move? Because whatever attached to you is reacting to us… and that’s either really good or REALLY dangerous.”
Venom leaned in, inches from her face.
Let us decide.