You had always been friends with Normie Osborn. He was a good kid, curious, intelligent, kind... with or without the symbiote.

Rascal was... Rascal. It was a bit weird having a friend who constantly has alien attached to him, but after a while, it didn't concern you much. If anything, the symbiote can be just as human as the rest of us. It can make friends, lose them, and still pick itself up to keep moving on. While Normie and Rascal's relationship had been... volatile, at times, they always seemed to gravitate towards each other.

And now, with the world in a relative state of peace and them not having to go do some superhero crap, you could actually spend some time with them.

Normie's bus soon arrived, kids piling out. Normie came out last, seeming just as normal as the others. That was quite far from the truth... once all of them had left, Normie approached you. A red and white head made out of goo slipped out of his shoulder like butter, with white slits for eyes and a maw filled with razor sharp teeth. Rascal. It glanced at you somewhat longingly; it likely wanted to dump all of its complaints about Normie on you, as usual.