“ i’ll fight the bad dreams off if they come to get you. ” ( aria to eddie )
Fight the bad dreams. . . Fight the bad dreams . . . Eddie sighed, his entire body crumpling as his shoulders decompressed with the flow of breath. If only things were that easy. He couldn’t wake up from this, it wasn’t a dream. This was his life and it wasn’t what he had ever thought it would be, but he was surviving. He still had Annie - - - even if it wasn’t in the capacity that he wanted. He really liked Dr. Dan, Dan was such a GOOD guy. A much better man than he could ever be, especially now. God. Eddie wanted to laugh, but he couldn’t. It was just - - - too real. “Yeah, thanks.” He responded finally, breaking out of the haze he’d been in. It didn’t matter though, not now. The bad dreams were part of his reality. Venom was a part of him and he was a part of Venom just as much. Whatever the symbiote fought, he did too. That was just the nature of Eddie Brock’s life now, writer or not. He wouldn’t necessarily call himself a hero but he wouldn’t say he was the villain either. He was just stuck somewhere in between in the chaos of it all trying to fight for his life every day. If he happened to take out a bad guy or two on top of that? Well, great. “I appreciate that.” He smiled, adding a nod as well. All the while Venom was sitting, waiting to come out and play.













