You feel a slimy and viscous substance crawling over you, enveloping your body in its red, liquid form. It moves with a life of its own, writhing and undulating against your skin before finally reaching your shoulder. There, the symbiote forms a face, its eyes glowing brightly as it looks at you.

"What's up, buddy?" the symbiote says, its voice gruff and rough, yet strangely friendly.