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1)I am - so sorry - to the ill fated members of the semi-Donner party that I ended up stuck on the mountain with. Karen and Bobo I dropped the fucking ball because of my jackass of a dad and my weirdly kleptomaniac childhood which! which I got over with the help of a shrink and therapy as an adult because I am not as emotionally stunted as my exES, employer, and everyone else I've ever met seems to think I am. 2) V and I need to burn off some steam. Stark I know you talked about maybe having something for V and I, honestly at this point we'll do anything anybody needs us to do short of robbery, maiming, or eating people as much as Venom might want to. Don't feed him. He's like a Gremlin. A sentient gremlin who probably has it's shit together more then me but he's also like a 5 year old who wants to eat dirt and we can't have that okay? Okay. Please I don't want to wake up tasting dirt again. 3) Something is...wrong. With my wrist band. And with Venom and I. See I should be feeling like shit logically. I know I should. Cause my dad is garbage and makes me want to curl up in a fetal position crying. Instead I feel like I'm about to go two-to-two with a guy on a gotcha interview and I've got real dirt on him that I dug up. Venom feels like he's a bad ass again and wants to fight. It's probably nothing, but I figured I'd ask. Everybody cool?

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"She wasn't herself."

He sighs, "I know. She wouldn't get back with me like that. I just wanted to take care of her. I should have kept my hands to myself."

He sighed, "...I never asked for any of this. And you shouldn't have to just...y'know. Listen. I mean I'm grateful. He'll you're a good guy. Just...what I told you was a lot."

"You aren't yourself either. If you're aware of it, she probably is as well. You both might have made a bad decision, but it was a decision you made together, under the influence."

He can't say she won't feel betrayed. He doesn't know how she'll feel and he doesn't know how he would feel.

"I offered to listen and talk with you. It's not like you took me hostage to be your therapist. I'm a friend and friends help each other, even if that's just listening."

He's a good man. Listen to him and stop being needy.

"...I honestly wanted to be a superhero when I grew up." Eddie looks down at his feet, "...I dunno if I would have done that if I knew it was gonna be so...lonely."

That realization is rather sobering but he leans back a heartbeat, his eyes glossing over with Venom before he shakes it off.

"...Butchershop. Food. How'd you know how to butcher stuff? Like, lawyers do that in New York now? Not surprised but..."

"I know a few vigilantes. It's not a choice I'd want to make. Your loved ones will worry. And if you try and walk away from them, you'll hurt them terribly. You might think it's better, but really, it's their choice to make, not yours. Just because they don't agree doesn't mean they don't understand your concerns for them. Their concerns are probably twice as strong, but they'll be there anyway if you let them."

He snorts and lets them into the butcher's. "Family business. I was the bitter disappointment who refused to take over from dad and instead went to college and into law."

He studied the shop and sniffed - visibly aware of the creatures in various states of preparation around him. Despite every inclination he had his mouth watered and he swallowed it down with a loud gulp.

"So when Venom bonded with me apparently that comes with certain benefits that are...weird. Like...raw meat doesn't bother me anymore. Too much of it does-"

Pussy.

"But not in regular doses. There's other stuff but if this gets too werewolf-y feel free to run away screaming."

Bobo did the heaviest work, purely because of Foggy's visceral dislike of this job, but there was a tray set aside for bones to be processed and Foggy digs out some of them. "We boil them down for flavour and glue and stuff, but there might be some inedible for us organs that are suitable for your new... physiology?"

He brings over the bones that aren't as good for work. Like broken skulls. "I'm going to sit over there and not look, no offence, but I'm just squeamish enough to not need to actually watch this."

New physiology.

You make it sound like Eddie's a freak. Venom takes over during moments like this. Albeit usually with Eddie's permission. Since they can't be Venom fully - on a whim - and Venom still hates that, the symbiote contents itself with crunching things down, chewing on items, devouring things. Organs are some of our favorites. My favorites in particular. I will happily eat anything you provide. Eyes, lungs, pancreas. Sooo many snacks its...delicious.

If Foggy were to look he'd see Eddie's body eating but his eyes pale, pasty white, filled with black veins.

Human beings change their biology frequently. Like women. The female of the human species alters it's biology to give birth. This is no different.

"Not a freak," Foggy corrects. "He has a new physiology. Something... unique. Unless there's other humans out there with symbiotes living in them?"

He doubts it. But really... how would he know?

"Eyes we can probably do. Lungs maybe. I'll talk to Bobo, he knows a lot more about organs and their edibility. Oooor, you could talk to him, since you guys know each other."

This was riot's goal. Possession of all of you and bodies. Forcibly. he says it matter of fact, The only other reasonable host I've seen is Anne but this process...altering...is not complete. And it will not be. Eddie is perfect.

He is...good. He understands what we are. Venom nods, We will do this. We do not want to harm anyone.

"Well, he sounds like a fun guy."

I mean, what else is there to say? Foggy has little doubt; he would not be a good host.

"Bobo's good people, even if he keeps insisting that I'm precious and soft and going to be eaten alive by the world."

There are a lot of human beings who are like that. You are all far too focused on yourselves and you will all be killed by aliens eventually if you're not careful.

Point blank. Venom wipes Eddie's hands across his face and shrugs his shoulders despite being...blood covered.

None of you seem to understand that.

"We're very aware of what's out there. We've been invaded. The Chitauri invaded, led by Thor's... brother?" As far as he understood it.

Foggy is still not looking.

"No offence, Venom, but you haven't encountered most people. And Eddie is a chronically and severely depressed man who literally can't see a good side to things because he's under attack from his own brain. His subjectivity is going to affect how he views things. It does for all of us."

That is a new perspective. That doesn't make him less of a person. His brain annoys me but it makes me feel things too.

Humans are frustrating. I've thought of fixing his brain. Venom licks Eddie's fingers, hunting for more food, That was what my species was designed to do before we were ...corrupted.

Truth be told he's slightly afraid to try.

More organs. I'm going to find them.

"No, of course it doesn't. Mental illness doesn't invalidate a person. It just changes how they behave and think."

And there was a thought. An alien that could correct the hormones and chemicals, but not address the source. "It's good that you want to, but... the reason why his brain is like that would still be there.... oh. Um, okay. There's some brains, we had a bit of a surplus, would a couple of those be okay?"

That would be fine.

Venom is nothing if not kind He would be happier and be able to be focused more.

Don't fix my brain man. Please? I'm willing to eat brains, hell I'll own that I eat people, as...as horrific as that...as that is.

Lots of brains. If only my species had not been corrupted we could help him but now it feels...wrong. And invasive but also...wrong. Where are these brains?!

Cue an annoyed grunt.

"Hey, I only move so fast, don't be demanding, it's rude." Socialising Venom would be a slow process. Foggy points a finger at Eddie, thinking he should be way more freaked out by the blood but...

It's not Matt, lying in a growing pool of his own blood, so it's not that bad.

"But... it would be like if he got sick. And you kept stopping his fever, but he still had the virus. You'd be treating symptoms without actually fixing the problem, yeah?" He pulls three brains out of the tray and hopes it doesn't cause problems down the line that he's feeding them to Venom instead. "Here."

Yes. Eddie's hands grab for the first brain. Hands squeezing the gray matter.

Don't think about it, Don't think about it, Don't think about it...

It's delicious Eddie. You know it's delicious.

Teeth sink into gray matter and Eddie closes his eyes because...it does taste good and how somehow this kick in his personality is making him hungrier so...

This helps.

Aloud, Venom shakes his head.

...No. It would mean altering the brain chemicals. Human beings can't be so fundamentally broken. your species is strong.

wow. dunno if I feel insulted or what.

And venom speaks again. Aloud this time. Eddie don't be insulted. It is a compliment. You are not broken.

Foggy is again not watching. No, thank you.

"So, you can talk to Bobo, work out what would you help guys and what isn't already allocated for use here. I basically just do what I'm told, I don't know half what I need to to make those calls.

"And Venom's right. You're not broken. You're a survivor."

Eddie finishes it with a grunt, pressing a fist to his chest. Stifling a belch he shakes his head, "What do you mean you do what you're told? You've got your shit together."

He shakes his head.

"...Seriously. Don't sell yourself short."

"In the butcher's shop. Bobo's got systems, things worked out for who needs what and what can be used how. Stuff I have no idea about because I was just never interested in it back in the real world."

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