As the symbiote made it's way across the cold ground in the dead of night, it was grudgingly thinking where to go. The symbiote was now lost and had no idea where it was from being nearly killed by Spiderman when he was detaching him from the stupid photographer...whatever his name was. Almost dead, it began to travel away from Spiderman as soon as he could, seeking a new being to live on.
The symbiote still slowly crawled across the ground. It had ben traveling for days and had found no one to take power from; it could already feel its energy draining fast, and it knew it was just hours from death. The symbiote stopped to take a small break; it was exhausted and needed to find a being fast, or some kind of source that a being would use or wear. Looking around, the symbiote found a large building; it was pink and narrow, but very tall, and it had large glass doors. The symbiote wasn't too far away, and since it looked like a hotel, with
people he could
feast on, it weakly began to inch towards the building with the encouragement of knowing that beings were in the building, knowing that he could live off them, knowing that he could control them.
The symbiote, when it reached the glass doors, shaped itself to be nearly 2-D and slid under the doors slyly and silently, not disturbing the human at the hotel's desk. The human was small and plump, but it didn't exactly look like a real, normal human. It had something sprouting out the back of it's back: large, soft flaps of feathers. They were strange looking, and the thing was holding a small harp, it's pink hair flipping into a neat curl just above his eyes. The thing made the symbiote feel tremendously uncomfortable, so the symbiote scuttled out of the room as fast as it could. It climbed slowly up the carpet-padded stairs, losing energy fast, and chose the first door to enter on the first floor.
Sliding under the door again, the symbiote found that the room was pitch black. It was a large room, not the average hotel suite, and looked like a special-occasioned room. Silently, the symbiote made it's way around the spacious suite. It found a bed with what seemed like two beings in it. They were silent and unmoving, which showed that they were asleep. The symbiote thought of just attacking them now, while they were asleep...its hunder would be fed, its thirst quenched....
No, it decided. It would wait; wait to subtly take over one of the unfortunate beings in the bed. It just needed to find something to attach itself to that the being would wear...after a moment of searching, the symbiote found it. A pile of old clothes was heaped in the darkness beside a large mirror. Crawling to it, it saw that the heap of clothes was a semi-formal suit, with pinstripes consuming the dark taste to the clothes. A bat bowtie finished off the suit. Feeling an uplifting sense of ease, the symbiote began to spread itself out over the suit, covering the pinstripes to be completely black, the bat bowtie turning all black with blood-red eyes on the head.
"
Yessss," The symbiote purred, relaxing. Its control over the suit was now a complete process. Whoever would put on the suit would be the symbiotes' forever.
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Whew, that's intense. For those who think this chapter is a complete waste of time, it really, honestly isn't.
And for those who have no flippin idea what a "symbiote" is, it's the black gooey stuff that took over Spiderman in the third movie, and in the comic books. Don't ask me how I know this, my brother loves Spiderman. XD And if you've never heard of Spiderman, go to Wikipedia and search "Symbiote". You'll get pretty clear results. ^^
