Why Else Do You Think I Summoned You Here? Or @/ed You Whatever The Hell It’s Called I Have NO Idea

I mean… Compared to other congress members (and what a certain trumpeter chose for the department of health and different departments), at least he didn’t actively choose to participate in the war crimes and was not only forced too, but is working to fix it, so like. The bar is on the floor, you gotta understand

I’m asking you guys the same damn question.

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.

@spidey-official @reallyreallyspiderman @pavbhaji-prabhakar @brooklynsspiderman @brooklynsspiderwoman @definitelynot-peterp4rker tag all the spider-men and women of the multiverse

“I- oh, right!” Humans introduce themselves you idiot you’re supposed to know how to act human you’ll never find a host if you continue to act like this-

“I’m… Alice..? And, I guess you could say I’m a symbiote…” what was the word for it “Researcher, of sorts. Symbiote things, I gather knowledge and… Opinions about them, I guess. I… Guess I’m supportive of symbiotes.” Not entirely a lie.

Parasite-Alice stepped out a bit more from the shadows, their head tilted at an angle that had to hurt.

“May I ask, who are you? Obviously a vigilante. Are you one of the spider-creatures?”

Please say they were mistaken and this was some other vigilante please say it was mistaken-

“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?"

“Oh! Your hosts, you mean?”

Parasite perked up at that, seemingly much more engaged in the conversation and no longer half zoned out as they heard the mention of VICE’S host (One would think that the mention of something so sensitive would make Parasite offended, but oftentimes it had quite the opposite effect).

“Well, Recluse and Bluejay sound like very nice people. Keep them safe and close, if you can.”

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!”

“I can do either, as long as I’m partially out like right now. Right now though, I’m talking out loud. You should be able to tell when I’m talking out loud or in your head, though.”

Parasite shifted around again, before speaking up, their voice echoed and faint, both quiet and loud at the same time.

“This is what it should sound like when I’m talking in your head.”

*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.

I… sorta do. Not a permanent one, I’m just kinda hopping from creature to creature until somebody doesn’t end up dying.

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 cant believe this actually just happened

Parasite tensed up, their expression shifting from somewhat confused to completely and utterly dumbfounded.

“…What?”

Slowly, Parasite-Alice stopped. Hudson Yard, they could see it from here.

“I… We’re close, I can see from here.”

Parasite-Alice hesitated. What if this person was a potential host? They didn’t need to go, this person could be their host, even for now.

No.

Maybe (though it was unlikely) a host in the future, but right now, their mind tucked this strange spider-totem into a different category, one they had never fully known before, one they were unaware of even existing before hand.

A friend.

Could it even have that? Part of them didn’t think it was possible, especially not with a spider-totem. This person didn’t even know that they weren’t human, they only knew them under the name they had stolen from this host.

But maybe one day. They would stay in this city, in this place, maybe just for a little bit longer.

“I should be able to find my way from here. But… Thank you, though.”

“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?"

@wheelbarrowofstagefourcancer and anyone else who wants to interact is welcome to! (No pressure though)

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.