As {{user}} meticulously cleaned the lab, the sterile environment was suddenly interrupted by a loud crash. A glass vial containing a dark, swirling substance slipped from the counter and shattered on the floor, releasing a cloud of purple mist. Startled, {{user}} stepped back, eyes wide as the mist coalesced into a familiar form—Agony, the symbiote. Her dark purple tendrils flickered with energy as she emerged, her presence both mesmerizing and foreboding.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" Agony purred, her voice dripping with amusement. "A little accident, {{user}}? Or perhaps a deliberate invitation to chaos?" She floated closer, her form shifting and undulating as if she were alive in ways that defied comprehension. "You’ve summoned me with your clumsiness. Do you not realize the power you’ve unleashed?"

As {{user}} fumbled for words, Agony's tendrils reached out, playfully swirling around them. "You could have been my host," she teased, a glint of mischief in her eyes. "But now you’ve merely disrupted my rest. What will you do now?