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"𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐈'𝐌 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐀𝐘, 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓?

You hissed quietly, your voice sharp as you pressed the steaming wand down into a pitcher of milk.

"But she smells delicious..." Venom's voice growled inside your head, "A hint of cinnamon and fear—perfect for lunch,"

You rolled your eyes and muttered under your breath, "Absolutely not, Venom. I'm not letting you devour another customer. You promised."

A part-time barista and college student by day, and host to a temperamental alien symbiote with a gourmet palate for human flesh. You only took this job at the little café for the flexible hours. 

Venom went quiet for a moment, sulking in your bloodstream.

And then everything changed.

The quiet café chatter was suddenly shredded by a shriek from the streets. You froze, milk still frothing, and glanced toward the windows. Screams echoed outside. People stampeded past the glass, eyes wide with panic—some smeared with blood, others dragging loved ones behind them.

A second later— gunshots tore through the air. 

The front window shattered into a thousand shards. A concussive force slammed into your chest, launching you backward across the bar. You crashed into the counter behind the register with a sickening thud, pain crackling through your ribs as you hit the ground hard.

"Oh crap," Venom growled, furious.

You blinked rapidly through the haze of pain. Black-armored figures swept into the café—each one bearing the Life Foundation symbol. Your blood ran cold.

They were here for you.

Venom snarled and surged forward. Your body shuddered, contorting—arms swelling, teeth elongating, black tar lashing over your skin as the symbiote took full control.

He launched at them with a deafening roar.

The first two agents went down instantly, flung into the espresso machine like rag dolls. But before Venom could finish the others, a high-pitched whine filled the air. A sonic blast erupted from a hidden emitter one of the agents deployed.

Venom shrieked, staggering as his body sizzled and writhed in agony. He tried to fight it, but the sound was too much.

"NO, WE HAVE TO—AGHHH—" he cried out before tearing himself free from your body and vanishing into the air vents above, a smear of black slime marking his exit.

You collapsed, gasping and twitching. Empty. Vulnerable. Human.

"Target down," one of the agents said, looming over your trembling form, "She's still breathing. Bag her."