“Fair Enough. Unfortunately The Flesh Was Rotting Too Much- And I Felt A Bit Guilty Too. Probably That

New York Hell’s Kitchen, W 48th street around Clinton community garden. If it’s too far away I can come over to wherever you are though.

If you kill all your hosts have you ever thought about bonding with a Deadpool?

I…

…

@d-adpool WADE, GET OVER HERE I GOTTA TRY SOMETHING

“I… Guess you’re not entirely wrong.”

Parasite replied, a look of surprise forming on their face, seemingly deep in thought as they considered Vice’s words. They hadn’t really thought about it like that before, but they did seem to have a point.

“I think you’re one of the least vengeful symbiotes I’ve seen. Though, that’s a good thing, especially here, in this world.”

A small blob, the size of a subway rat approaches. It is grey, with a full spectrum of colors dancing over it.

“Hello. We I have not met another of my kind before. I am VICE.”

— @bluejayandvice

“Salutations, little one!”

Parasite crouched down to Vice, their eyes wide as they examined the symbiote

“Vice, you say? I’m Parasite. It’s a pleasure meeting another!”

“Yeah, I’ll eat food other than people.”

Parasite looked around the room, analyzing every little nook and cranny and taking in the information.

“Interesting. It feels lived in. It’s… Nice, actually.”

*Wheelie skips over to the spot that Parasite said and he looks around.*

Heyyyy, I’m here!

*He’s wearing a bright pink unicorn hoodie and pink cargo pants so he shouldn’t be too hard to spot.*

@wheelbarrowofstagefourcancer

Parasite drops from the tree, letting go of the ant they had temporarily grabbed onto.

“Hey! Over here!”

The small alien moved closer, looking up at them.

@official-buckybarnes @spiritarachnid @wheelbarrowofstagefourcancer

Uhhhh idk what to title this so here take this

(anyone is welcome to fill out the bingo card, just make sure to @/ me in it!)

The horse on my sick clothes is high and I love him for it, be yourself buddy

Alright, I have a very important, very controversial question.

Thank you for taking part in my experiment. You will not be compensated.

They took “now with more bucky” to a whole new level.

“Of course! Come back anytime. If you need me, I’ll come and find you. Or you could come and fine me! Whichever one is easiest for you.”

A small blob, the size of a subway rat approaches. It is grey, with a full spectrum of colors dancing over it.

“Hello. We I have not met another of my kind before. I am VICE.”

— @bluejayandvice

“Salutations, little one!”

Parasite crouched down to Vice, their eyes wide as they examined the symbiote

“Vice, you say? I’m Parasite. It’s a pleasure meeting another!”

Alice-Parasite waved back, before after a long moment of not fully wanting to leave, and having to, they continued to walk away.

They were a bit surprised at how nice that felt, to talk to somebody who wasn’t trying to hurt them or were scared of them. Somebody who was polite to them- not out of malicious intent or personal gain, but out the pure empathy.

Parasite would see Ghost-Spider again, they were sure of it.

“Hey, you! Spider…”

Parasite Alice paused, trying to regain control of their host’s body again why did they keep on fighting Parasites control why did they pick a host that was so difficult we need a new host soon FIND ONE

“What do you… What’s your opinion on symbiotes? What do you know about them?”

Parasite-Alice leaned up against a fire escape, her expression blank and emotionless.

Gwen froze and pulled her mask back down, spinning on her toes to face the newcomer. She hadn't even realized someone was there. She had to get a grip.

She tried not to seem too out of breath or panicky, but they'd likely be well aware if they'd been there for any time at all. They hadn't mentioned it yet, however.

It took a moment to process their question. She had to get a grip first. There wasn't a clear threat.

"...In theory? They're very interesting," That was flat. Not enough. This was a biology question, she liked biology. "I mean, I don't know a lot. But parasites are always interesting to learn about." She didn't know why this was one of the topics she always hedged on. Realistically, she knew her feelings. But this was one of the things where she had to test the dirt, to find her footing, before she could state her opinion. Especially because she still didn't know this person.

"I don't have anything against them. Certainly not the hosts, they are actively hurt in the exchange," She wrung her hands together. Paused. "I think my interest lands in what is best for the host and what they prefer." That shouldn't have been too far. No matter the harm inflicted on others, the host was a person in the exchange. And yet she found her grimacing as if she'd stated the most controversial opinion in the world. It was stupid.

"Uh, may I ask who you are? And what your opinion is?"

AGRGI GRHEHEGEGRGG

I crave violence (and also tea like some mango-lemonade or mango-strawberry popping boba tea would be really nice right now if anyone has some thanks)