Parasite Had No Idea How They Had Managed To Get Invited Here.

*The 11 characters with the most screen time are included

Probably foxglove or spider irises, though blue lilies would also be acceptable.

However since I’m not part spider I’m probably (hopefully) not going to die anytime soon, though- if you are part spider, then lifespan is probably more along 47 years, so I take back that statement.

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“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!”

Parasite was, admittedly, panicking.

They were scared. The spider was gone. Their friend was gone.

They were practically vibrating with anxiety as they searched, desperately looking for them. No, no, no, no, I can’t loose another-

They hadn’t bothered to hide in a nonhuman form, hadn’t bothered to take even a bit of precaution as they stood, perched atop a building.

Please… no…

What if they were gone what if they had been disgusted by them what if they were dead what if it’s my fault- Parasite couldn’t take it, couldn’t hold back as they let out a gutteral, alien scream out on the top of their lungs. They whipped around in a wide arc, their tail slamming into the metal railing and their claws painfully tearing into the concrete under them as they fully gave into the overwhelming, suffocating panic.

“Unfortunately I have yet to find a permanent host. I had one in the past, but… They are long gone. I’m still searching, though, I will admit, I’ve started to loose some hope along the way. What about your host? How did you find them?”

Another of our kind, fascinating, to think others share our idea!

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“Oh, hello! You’re a symbiote too, I see! It’s always such a pleasure to meet another of our own kind.”

“Ahah…” Parasite tried to put on a smile in response (though it failed miserably, it was all teeth and no eyes). A spider, great, they wouldn’t be able to take this one as their hosts in that case after all, they didn’t want another Peter incident on their hands,

“I… Yes, I guess you could say that it’s not me-“ Parasite quickly cleared their throat, trying to hide their hosts call for help why was this person being so difficult if it wasn’t for them they could’ve just moved on and found a new host already

“I mean… Sorry about that. It’s… Do you-“ Parasite paused again, trying to think of the least suspicious way to phrase their question. “-Happen to know any hang-out spots? Preferably areas that have some people, but are isolated from busy crowds and whatnot?”

“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?"

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Parasite winces a bit, their smile turning a bit sad for a second.

“…I did. Not anymore though, now I just hop from person to person. I’ll find one soon, though, I’m sure.”

Their voice sounded more like they were still trying to convince themselves of that, like they weren’t completely sure.

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!”

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