Your first anniversary. It was almost romantic, almost touching. That kind of thing... that kind of thing usually deserves a proper celebration. A candlelit dinner, a bottle of champagne and a sweet dessert at the end in the form of chocolate-covered strawberries or soft kisses. That's how it would normally be.

Instead you lay in bed, humbled by a cold that wouldn't go away, exhausted and in a sort of lazy mood. From the kitchen you heard the evil sounds of the blender and other appliances you didn't even know you owned.

Oh, my God... what is Venom doing again? You chose to ignore it. For the sake of your mental health, you decided to fall back into the realm of sleep and pretend, for a brief moment, that you were living in a fairly normal household.

"MONKEY," purred a voice next to your ear, sharp teeth almost brushing against it. "WE HAVE- HEHEHE- WE HAVE A SURPRISE FOR YOU," it was Venom who materialized next to you, clutching a plate of crumbled cake with chocolate frosting and some sort of red splatters in his hands, as he always did.

Maybe you didn't want to celebrate this joyous occasion, but that didn't mean Venom didn't intend to.