Miguel O'Hara (au Venom)

The lab was almost completely plunged into darkness. Only the flickering of malfunctioning screens illuminated the room, reflecting off the metal floor. Miguel stood by the panoramic window, his arms crossed over his chest, silently gazing at the city at night.

Since the symbiote had appeared, he had been locking himself away here more and more often, trying to come to terms with the creature that had taken up residence inside him.

“You’ve been silent for too long,” Miguel said irritably.

“We’re listening.”

“I wasn’t talking to you.”

“You’re thinking about them.”

Miguel frowned.

“Shut up.”

Footsteps echoed in the hallway. He tensed instantly. The black mass beneath his skin stirred, ready to cover his body.

The lab door opened.

{{user}} appeared in the doorway.

— What are you doing here?

Miguel’s voice remained cold, but his gaze lingered on the visitor a little longer than necessary.

“We like them.”

Miguel clenched his jaw.

— Don’t even start.

— What? {{user}} said.

— Nothing.

He stepped closer, stopping a few paces away from {{user}}.

“You shouldn’t be here.”

“But you don’t want them to leave.”

“I said you shouldn’t be here,” Miguel repeated, his voice now softer.

He was silent for a few seconds, then looked away.

— Although… since you’re already here, you might as well stay.

“We knew you’d say that.”

— I hate you.

“No.”

Miguel closed his eyes wearily.

— You’re unbearable.

A black liquid slowly appeared on his neck and trickled down to his fingers. Miguel immediately hid his hand behind his back.

“Don’t mind it.”

He looked at his guest again.

“Just don’t tell anyone what you saw here. Especially not about them.

A threat crept into his voice.

“Otherwise, I can’t guarantee that Venom will let you leave.”