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Toxin: Deadpool x symbiote bonded!OC

A/N: IMPORTANT INFO ---> before you read this, please take into account that when i wrote this fic I had neither watched Deadpool OR Venom, and literally everything is wrong, and this is from a very very shit book i wrote... i kind of just liked the oc ok..... like Carnage and Venom are kinda just vibing around, so basically some massive ass AU, i actually picked the name Toxin without knowing it was another symbiote... *falls on the floor and cries*

Warnings: lots of incorrect stuff cos i wrote this before watching either movie (let's just say this is an AU), swearing probs, fire, citizen endangerment, parent problems, burning, bone breaking, violence,

Word count: 2246

I hate my father.

My father, Fallon.
Sorry, Tox.
It's fine.

My life's weird. I met her in the street, by a bunch of gross ass dustbins where she'd been abandoned. You might think I'm speaking about someone special. I'm not. Well, I am, just not the type you'd expect.

I'm speaking about the symbiote who's father is currently chasing me through the city of Vancouver because he thinks Tox is too powerful, so therefore must kill me so Tox is left unbonded and can therefore be absorbed back into Carnage, her father's, 'body'. By then, Tox and I will be no more. Lovely stuff, right? Nope.

Well, Tox and I where just running around, trying to tame her hunger while ridding the city of criminals, when dear old dad realised just how great we apparently are, and freaked out. Plus, since he found my apartment last week, and subsequently trashed it, we've been on the go ever since, without a house. Alright, so at least we had our wallet on us when he found us. So yeah, Carnage isn't the best dad. Tox didn't even have a name until Venom, Tox's gramps, gave her her name, Toxin.

A few onlookers gasp as I swing overhead with one of Tox's tendrils. We're not the type who look all cute and fluffy. By that I mean, Tox's natural appearance. Natural, because she's a symbiote and can change her form.But anyway, right now we have giant pointy teeth, a tongue like a snake, and I mean, like a snake, not like a snake's tongue. And the teeth don't help with a closed mouth, so we drool like hell. White, shiny eyes, like the eyes in Spiderman's suit, and we swingaround, just like him too. We're slender, unlike Venom and Carnage, I think because my human body isn't as muscular as the other hosts. And the colour. Can't forget that. We, Tox and I, take after our gramps. Black. But while gramps is shiny, we're matt. Not just matt. We practically suck in light. No kidding. Hell, and then there's Carnage, red as a chilli. Or blood. Fitting.

So, you're wondering. All's good, but what about granny and mom? Symbiotes just split. Like a cell or something. Yeah, gross, I know.

Oh, and something that Tox and I are pretty proud of. We're the only symbiote - human on Earth that aren't wanted by the police. Both Venom and Carnage had... unstable symbiote - host relationships. In the case of Carnage, still unstable. But Tox and I? We got each other as soon as she got into my mind. We made a deal: no power struggles over the body, she comes out in a fight, and I get the rest, unless I request her (for example, if I'm late for work and I need something faster than a taxi). She's the most reasonable. And the least impulsive. So there you go. Tox and I are friends. Besties. Whatever junk you want to call it.

A growl sounds behind me. Not good. Carnage is getting closer. We're also getting closer to the edges of Vancouver, and I'm getting worried, because I think he -

He's herding us, isn't he? Tox asks.
Yup, I reply. I was just thinking that.
Lovely.

A tendril flies from our wrist, fixing onto the building ahead and swinging us forward. I release it and shoot another. I can hear Carnage below us, running through the streets, and unlike us, he has no regard for the citizens, crushing them or mauling them beneath his claws if they're too slow to move out of the way. All I can say is that his name fits him very well. Too well.