Someone's DEFINITELY made this comparison before but whatever Im fixated on these movies rn and physically cannot stop using this fucking meme format every time I find a similarity between 2 things I like-
Also sorry if the wording's kinda weird I'm severely out of it rn-
Ok, ok I just saw a venom edit and fuck it I NEED to talk about it
So I saw venom 3 some weeks ago and like I had no one to really talk to about this so im putting it here.
Did anyone think Christmas and the doctor (I think her name was Dora) were gay? Like lesbians or bisexuals or sapphic whatever for each other? Like I don't even know what the fuck gave me that impression?!?!
They didn't even really do anything to indicate they liked each other that I can remember???? The thought just inconspicuously spawned into my head out of nowhere when they were first together in the screen and I didn't even think about it or think about why I thought that. My brain just sorta immediately catalogued them as gay???? It was like huh, lesbians, MOVING ON
And I just kinda waited for them to kiss? Like through the whole movie I just sort of kept waiting whenever they were together in the screen for them to kiss.
ESPECIALLY once they like got out of area 51 I was like "Oh here it is now they're just gonna lean forward and- wait. Why aren't they leaning forward???"
Needless to say they didn't kiss
And no one else seems to ship them or anything???? I haven't even seen a post about it. Which likely means it was just my stupid brains need for sapphic pairings that fabricated the chemistry most likely??
I don't even know. Thinking about writing a fic about them
Forty-five minutes had passed since the chaos erupted at the restaurant when they finally arrived at the hospital. Eddie was being rushed into the MRI room while Carrie found herself accompanying Dr. Lewis into his office.
Dr. Lewis looked at Carrie with concern etched on his face. "Are you okay? I can only imagine how distressing it must have been for you to witness Eddie's behavior."
Carrie hesitated before answering. "I'm fine, thank you.”
Dr. Lewis leaned against his desk and asked, "Do you feel any better now? Any lingering headaches or episodes of collapsing?"
Carrie shook her head, her anxiety palpable. "No, I haven't."
"Good," Dr. Lewis said, retrieving a folder from his desk drawer. "I have something to show you regarding your blood test."
Carrie's heart pounded in her chest, a mix of anticipation and confusion swirling within her. She observed intently as Dr. Lewis delicately placed the folder on his desk, his hands moving with purpose. With a gentle touch, he opened the folder, revealing a piece of paper that he carefully positioned in front of her.
Her eyes widened as she took in the sight of the paper. It was not her blood test results, but rather a sample. Dr. Lewis began to explain, his voice calm and reassuring, "What I'm about to show you is what a normal blood test result looks like. It serves as a reference point, giving us a general understanding of a person's health. These results aid us in determining the appropriate treatments they require."
Carrie's confusion deepened as she glanced back and forth between the sample results and Dr. Lewis. Why was he showing her a sample blood test? Where were her own results? Her mind raced with questions, her anxiety growing with each passing moment.
She couldn't help but wonder if there was something wrong with her own blood test results, something that Dr. Lewis was hesitant to reveal. The anticipation in the room was palpable, and Carrie's heart pounded even harder, threatening to burst out of her chest.
"Now, I'm going to show you your blood test result," he declared, his voice filled with anticipation as he gently placed Carrie's blood test result on his desk, directly in front of her.
This was the moment she had been anxiously awaiting, hoping for some clarity. However, as her eyes scanned the document, a wave of bewilderment washed over her. She glanced at the sample result, then back at her own, only to find a single word glaring back at her relentlessly: Error.
"And what's truly perplexing is that we conducted the test not once, but twice, and the outcome remained unchanged," he disclosed, his voice laced with concern.
Carrie's heart sank as she processed Dr. Lewis' words. Error. How could this be? She had come to the doctor's office seeking answers, hoping that the blood test would provide some clarity to the mysterious symptoms that had been plaguing her for months. But now, it seemed like she was back at square one.
Dr. Lewis, a seasoned and respected physician, furrowed his brow as he studied Carrie's test results. He had seen his fair share of medical anomalies throughout his career, but this was a new level of perplexity. The fact that the test had been conducted twice, with the same inconclusive outcome, only deepened the mystery.
Carrie's mind raced with questions. What did this mean for her health? Was there something seriously wrong with her? She had been experiencing unexplained voices, persistent headaches, and a general feeling of malaise. Perhaps explained why she has powers of her own. She had hoped that the blood test would provide some answers, but instead, it had only added to the confusion.
Dr. Lewis could sense the growing anxiety in Carrie as she stared at her blood test results. "I understand that this is frustrating and confusing, Carrie," he said, his voice filled with empathy. "But we won't give up. We'll explore every avenue until we find the..."
Dr. Lewis's voice trailed off as Carrie's eyes fixated on her blood test results. The word "Error" seemed to glare back at her, mocking her. Suddenly, the words on the page began to shift and transform into an unfamiliar language that Carrie had grown accustomed to. But then, something even stranger happened. The words morphed into a haunting poem, one that only she could understand.
The words painted a vivid yet enigmatic picture, leaving Carrie both intrigued and unsettled. Determined not to let the poem slip away, she committed it to memory, etching each line into the depths of her mind. It was as if the words held a secret, a key to unraveling the mysteries that surrounded her.
Suddenly, Dr. Lewis's voice broke through Carrie's thoughts. "Carrie? Are you alright? Do you understand what I'm saying?"
Carrie's mind was jolted back to reality as Dr. Lewis's voice pierced through the haze. She blinked, trying to gather her scattered thoughts. "I... I'm not sure," she stammered, her voice barely audible. "But something strange just happened. I think I heard a poem inside my head."
The air seemed to grow heavy with an unseen presence, as if the very atmosphere held its breath. A dark, feminine voice echoed in Carrie's mind, filled with bitterness and urgency. "No!" it urged vehemently.
Dr. Lewis's concern deepened as he observed Carrie's bewildered expression. "A poem? What kind of poem?" he inquired, his voice laced with curiosity and worry.
Carrie hesitated for a moment, unsure if she should share the haunting words that had invaded her thoughts. But the need to unravel this mystery outweighed her apprehension. With a trembling voice, she began to recite the verses that had materialized in her mind. Dr. Lewis listened intently, his brow furrowed in confusion as he tried to comprehend the enigmatic words.
"I've never encountered anything like this before," he admitted, his voice tinged with a mix of fascination and concern. "It's possible that the stress of the situation has triggered some sort of hallucination, but..."
The dark voice interrupted once more, its tone now laced with anger. "Don't tell him," it warned, its words dripping with urgency and defiance.
Carrie's heart raced, but she mustered the courage to speak up. "T-There are more verses," she managed to reply, her voice trembling. The weight of the unknown pressed upon her, and she couldn't shake the feeling that there was something far greater at play.
Dr. Lewis leaned in closer, his eyes fixed on Carrie's face. "Please, go on," he urged, his voice filled with a mix of anticipation and trepidation.
Carrie took a deep breath, her mind still reeling from the inexplicable experience. She closed her eyes, trying to recall the remaining verses that had invaded her thoughts. As she spoke, the words flowed from her lips, each line more haunting than the last.
"Black dawn, black moon, the Klyntar are to commune, their new life will start soon, their strength grows yet not immune. Black dawn, black moon, sounds weakens, make them hewn, falling down and feeling prune, not so peaceful or melodic tune."
As the final words escaped her lips, a shiver coursed through Carrie's body. The atmosphere in the room grew colder, and an unsettling silence settled over them. Dr. Lewis's eyes widened, fixated on Carrie, a mix of awe and concern etched on his face.
"That... That was... quite unsettling," he murmured, his voice barely audible. "I mean, it possesses a hypnotic quality, yet it also carries a disturbing undertone. It sounded like you're saying that these verses seem to hold a profound significance for you."
Carrie pursed her lips together, her hands locked together and her heart racing within her chest. "I can't quite explain it, but I sense that there's more to this poem. It's as if it's trying to convey a message."
Dr. Lewis reached out, his hand gently resting on Carrie's trembling shoulder. "Carrie, I believe you," he said earnestly. "To help me understand what's happening, I need to ask you something. When did you come across or learn this poem?"
"Don't tell him everything, especially about me," a dark, feminine voice whispered to Carrie.
Carrie proceeded to answer his question cautiously. "It's been about six months now."
"And where did you find it?"
"On a scrap of paper. I wrote it down in my journal."
Dr. Lewis leaned forward, his eyes intense. "Do you remember where you found the scrap of paper?"
Carrie's heart raced as she tried to recall the details. "I...I don't remember exactly. It was on a book I was reading, I think. After I woke up from a nightmare."
Suddenly, a dark, feminine voice echoed in her mind, causing Carrie to flinch. "No!" the voice roared. "Don't tell him anything!"
Dr. Lewis noticed her reaction and pressed further. "What kind of nightmare did you have?"
Carrie hesitated, unsure if she should reveal the truth. But the voice in her head grew louder, demanding that she keep quiet. "It was just a stupid nightmare," she finally said, her voice shaking. "Nothing more."
Dr. Lewis studied her carefully, sensing that there was more to the story. But for now, he decided to let it go. He knew that Carrie was hiding something, and he was determined to find out what it was.
Dr. Lewis leaned even closer, his eyes narrowing. "Are you sure you don't remember? It's important, Carrie. We need to know where that scrap of paper came from."
Carrie's heart pounded in her chest, her palms growing clammy. She desperately tried to recall the details, but the memory seemed to slip through her fingers like smoke. "I...I can't remember," she stammered, her voice barely a whisper. "It's all a blur."
The dark, feminine voice in her mind grew more insistent, its tone dripping with malice. "Don't trust him, Carrie. He might hurt you, like you've been hurt before. Like I've been hurt."
Dr. Lewis observed the fear etched on Carrie's face, causing him to lean back slightly in his chair. His unwavering gaze locked onto her, as he spoke with a calm yet determined tone. "Carrie, I need you to trust me. Whatever you're hiding, it's important..."
The room seemed to grow eerily silent to Carrie, as if all sound had been muffled. It was a disorienting sensation, almost as if she were losing her hearing. However, amidst the silence, she could hear a dark, feminine voice resonating in her mind. It praised her for obeying its commands, but there was a distinct malice in its tone whenever it mentioned Dr. Lewis, branding him as useless and worthless.
A small coffee mug on the desk shifted ever so slightly, catching Carrie's attention. It was a subtle movement, one that only she seemed to notice.
"If you want to talk about it," Dr. Lewis's voice broke through the silence, attempting to offer support.
"No!" Carrie's voice erupted in a scream, her eyes tightly shut. Her own voice seemed to merge with the dark, feminine voice in her head, creating a chilling harmony.
Suddenly, the coffee mug slipped from the desk, causing Dr. Lewis to jump in surprise. It landed perfectly in Carrie's hands, as she slowly opened her eyes. Blinking rapidly, she placed the mug back on the desk, her expression filled with confusion.
"I'm sorry," she stammered, her voice trembling. "I didn't mean to knock it off."
"But... You didn't touch it," Dr. Lewis replied, his voice filled with astonishment.
Carrie's confusion deepened as she looked down at her hands, which were now empty. She couldn't understand how the mug had ended up in her grasp without her even reaching for it. The room seemed to grow colder, and a shiver ran down her spine.
Dr. Lewis's eyes widened in astonishment as he witnessed the inexplicable event unfolding before him. His mind raced, desperately searching for a rational explanation, but it failed to provide any answers.
"Carrie, did you...did you just move that mug with your mind?" he asked, his voice barely audible.
Carrie's eyes darted anxiously around the room, fearing that her secret had been exposed.
"Are you the same Carrie responsible for the events on Prom Night?" Dr. Lewis inquired calmly.
Suddenly, the room erupted into chaos. The ground trembled violently, bookshelves toppled over, the lamplight flickered erratically, and the desk shook uncontrollably. It felt as if pandemonium had been unleashed. Despite his fear, Dr. Lewis managed to maintain his composure as he continued to engage with her. "Are you causing all of this?"
"Yes, yes, and yes," Carrie confessed, her voice filled with shame. She acknowledged his three questions, admitting her involvement.
Dr. Lewis's mind reeled with a mix of disbelief and fascination. He had heard of telekinesis, the ability to move objects with the power of the mind, but he had never witnessed it firsthand. And now, here was Carrie, a seemingly ordinary young woman, revealing her extraordinary abilities.
As the chaos in the room intensified, Dr. Lewis remained steadfast, determined to understand the truth behind Carrie's powers. He had heard rumors about her involvement in the events on Prom Night, a night that had ended in tragedy and destruction. The whispers had suggested that Carrie had somehow unleashed her telekinetic abilities in a fit of anger and revenge.
But now, faced with the undeniable evidence of her powers, Dr. Lewis couldn't help but feel a sense of empathy towards Carrie. He could see the shame in her eyes, the weight of her actions weighing heavily on her conscience. It was clear that she had been grappling with her abilities, struggling to control them and the havoc they could wreak.
"Carrie," Dr. Lewis spoke softly, his voice breaking through the pandemonium, "Do you recall that fateful night?"
"I... I remember it all," she replied, her voice intertwining with the sinister feminine presence within her mind.
Her eyes flickered rapidly, transforming into an abyssal black as they locked onto Dr. Lewis. Both of them stood frozen, their silence echoing the weight of what had just transpired. It was impossible to determine which aspect was more chilling: the sheer magnitude of Carrie's powers, the imminent threat of her losing control once again, or the shocking admission of her involvement in a crime that would forever etch itself into the annals of national history.
A gentle knock resonated through the room, and with a mere thought, Carrie's green eyes returned and she restored order to Dr. Lewis' office, erasing any trace of the chaos that had consumed it moments ago.
"Enter," Dr. Lewis managed to utter, still awestruck by the spectacle he had witnessed.
A nurse entered, positioning himself by the doorway. "I wanted to inform you that Mr. Brock is now resting and is prepared for the MRI test."
"'I'll attend to him immediately," he responded, and the nurse departed, closing the door behind him.
Dr. Lewis turned back to Carrie, his expression grave. "We must discuss what happened that night, Carrie. It's crucial for your treatment and for the safety of those around you."
Carrie nodded, her eyes returning to their emerald hue. "I understand, Doctor."
Dr. Lewis took a deep breath before continuing. "Can you tell me what happened on the night of the prom?"
Carrie closed her eyes, trying to push away the memories that threatened to overwhelm her. "I was so excited to go to the prom. I had never been to a school dance before, and I had a beautiful dress that I made myself."
She paused, taking a deep breath. "But then, they started to laugh at me. They poured pig's blood on me, and everyone laughed. I was so angry, so hurt. And then... then I just lost control."
Dr. Lewis leaned forward, his eyes fixed on Carrie. "What do you mean, lost control?"
Carrie opened her eyes, and Dr. Lewis could see the darkness creeping back into them. "I mean, I used my powers. I made the fire, I made the chaos. I killed them all."
Dr. Lewis shivered as a cold sensation traveled down his spine, sending a wave of unease through his body. He had always suspected that Carrie was behind the tragic deaths at the prom, but hearing her confess to it so calmly was truly unsettling.
Curiosity and fear mingled in his voice as he asked, "What are you?"
Carrie's response was filled with a grimness that matched the gravity of the situation. "To be honest, I've been asking that very question myself," she replied. Without giving him a chance to respond, she abruptly rose from her seat and made a beeline for the door. However, before leaving, she issued a chilling warning. "If I were you, Dan... I would pray that our paths never cross again."
Dr. Lewis couldn't simply brush off her words. "I wouldn't dismiss that possibility right away," he retorted.
Carrie's expression remained unchanged as she exited his office, leaving behind an air of uncertainty and foreboding.
As Eddie slowly regained consciousness, a soft melody filled the air, caressing his ears. Blinking his eyes open, he found himself surrounded by the unfamiliar confines of a metallic enclosure. Clad in a sky-blue hospital gown, his legs exposed and clad in pristine white socks, Eddie couldn't help but feel a wave of confusion wash over him.
Suddenly, a voice resonated from the speakers embedded within the box, calling out his name. "Eddie? Eddie, can you hear me? This is Dan speaking to you," Dr Lewis's voice echoed, breaking through the silence.
Startled, Eddie responded, his voice laced with bewilderment. "Hey, Dan."
A warm chuckle escaped Dr Lewis's lips as he welcomed Eddie back to consciousness. "Welcome back," he remarked, his tone filled with reassurance.
Still grappling with his surroundings, Eddie couldn't help but voice his confusion. "Where am I?"
With a gentle sigh, Dr Lewis explained, "Well, Eddie, you're currently inside the MRI machine. We've administered a mild sedative to help you relax."
Eddie's mind whirled with questions, but for now, he would have to trust in Dr Lewis's expertise as he embarked on this mysterious journey within the confines of the scanner.
Concern etched across Eddie's face as he questioned the whereabouts of his loved ones. "Where is Anne? And Carrie? Where are they?"
Soothingly, Dr. Lewis responded, "Anne is not here right now. But Carrie is in the waiting room. We're going to run some tests, okay? It's going to be completely painless. So, you know, just try to stay still. Uh, relax, and, um... Yeah, here we go."
Eddie's heart raced as he tried to process the information. His mind was still foggy, but the urgency in Dr. Lewis' voice made him realize that something serious must have happened. He couldn't remember how he ended up in the MRI machine or why he needed tests, but he trusted Dr. Lewis to guide him through this confusing ordeal.
As the machine hummed to life, Eddie closed his eyes and tried to calm his racing thoughts. The soft melody continued to play, its soothing notes providing a small comfort amidst the uncertainty. He focused on the music, allowing it to transport him to a place of tranquility.
Dr. Lewis's voice broke through the melody, bringing Eddie back to the present. "Alright, Eddie, we're going to start the scan now. Just stay still and let the machine do its work."
Eddie nodded, his body tense as he felt the machine move around him. The confined space of the scanner made him feel claustrophobic, but he reminded himself that this was necessary to find answers. He trusted Dr. Lewis to uncover the truth behind his current state.
Suddenly, a piercing buzz pierced through Eddie's ears, causing him to writhe in discomfort. It felt as if something within him was desperately trying to break free, vehemently protesting against the sound. Eddie couldn't help but scream in agony, his voice echoing within the confines of the box.
Alarmed by Eddie's distress, Dr Lewis urgently inquired, "Eddie, what's happening in there? Are you okay?"
But Eddie was unable to respond, his body writhing in pain as the sound intensified. It felt as if his head was being crushed, his thoughts jumbled and chaotic.
Noticing the flickering screen, Dr. Lewis turned to the nurse and commanded, "Turn it off," before rushing to the adjacent room.
As the nurse swiftly powered down the scanner, Eddie let out a groan and slowly rose from the scanning bed.
"Hey, hey, hey," Dr. Lewis reassured, helping Eddie to his feet. "You're okay. You're alright, buddy."
"Yeah," Eddie meekly replied.
"Look at me," Dr. Lewis gently placed his hand on Eddie's shoulder. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah," Eddie repeated, pushing Dr. Lewis's hand away.
"Alright. Just take a deep breath. You're safe now."
Eddie took a deep breath in, trying to steady himself. "Yeah."
"Just, get your stuff together and waiting outside with Carrie."
As Eddie strolled away, retrieving his partially dried clothes, the nurse's gaze fixated on the screen, witnessing the most peculiar and uncanny sight. Projected on the display was a diagram of Eddie's body, marred by an enigmatic black substance. The nurse's eyes widened in shock as he stared at the screen, trying to make sense of what he was seeing. The black substance seemed to be spreading rapidly throughout Eddie's body, almost like a virus. And he let him get out, and all he could do was hope that it was nothing serious.
Carrie sat in the waiting room, her eyes scanning the area. She saw a few people waiting to be seen, just like her. She couldn't help but think about her conversation with Dr. Lewis. The words he spoke to her were still ringing in her ears. She felt like she was going to explode with anger.
Suddenly, the dark feminine voice spoke to her. "And yet you still keep me in," the voice said.
Carrie knew that the voice wasn't wrong. She had been trying to suppress for so long. She tried to ignore the voice, but it was persistent. It kept whispering to her, urging her to let it out. She knew she couldn't do that. Not here, not now.
But the voice was getting louder and louder, and Carrie could feel her powers building up inside her. She knew she had to do something before it was too late.
Taking a deep breath, Carrie closed her eyes and focused on her breathing. She tried to push the voice away, to suppress it once again. And slowly, but surely, the voice faded away.
Carrie opened her eyes and looked around the waiting room. She saw the people waiting, just like her. But now, she felt different. She felt in control. And she knew that she could handle anything that came her way.
She looked out the window, the light shining on her face. Memories flooded her mind, memories of a time when she had unleashed her powers on those who had wronged her. She had learned to control them since then, but the anger still lingered.
But amidst the chaos of her thoughts, a new memory emerged, one that had long been suppressed and hidden away. It flickered before her eyes, like a distant star fighting to be seen amidst a sea of darkness.
"Carrie?"
Surprised, her attention was caught by the sound of her name.
It was Mr. Ulmann, her English teacher, who had spoken. He was a man in his forties, with a head of brown hair and dull, lifeless brown eyes. Dressed in a crisp white shirt and a black tie, he appeared rather disheveled with his stubbled round face. Carrie was well aware that Mr. Ulmann didn't hold her in high regard, much like most of the students at Ewen High. Therefore, when she heard her name being called by him, a wave of anxiety washed over her.
Continuing the conversation, Mr. Ulmann inquired, "Your poem? Do you have it?"
Almost imperceptibly, Carrie nodded in response.
"Well, can we hear it?"
With her nerves getting the best of her, Carrie retrieved a sheet of paper and began reading from it, her voice barely audible.
"Carrie, why don't you come up to the front of the class?" Mr. Ulmann interrupted. "So we can all hear it?"
Twins Nicki and Lizzy Watson exchanged a mischievous glance, stifling their laughter, while Sue Snell and Tommy Ross exchanged a look of concern, as if silently conveying, 'Oh no, this is going to be dreadful.'
"I'll read my poem, Mr. Ulmann," Sue volunteered.
"Thank you, Sue," Mr. Ulmann acknowledged, his gaze shifting to the blonde student. "But for now, I want to hear Carrie's." He then turned his attention towards Carrie. "Ms. White?"
As Carrie made her way up the aisle, she could feel the weight of every single gaze on her, accompanied by a few snickers from some of the students. Standing in front of the chalkboard, which looked like a disaster, she began to mumble her lines.
"Louder, Carrie," Mr. Ulmann urged.
Carrie turned to him, her face twisted in anguish, before resuming her recitation, this time louder, her eyes glued to the page in front of her.
"Jesus watches from the wall, but his face is cold as stone, and if he loves me, as she tells me, why do I feel so all alone?"
While a few of the kids couldn't help but giggle at the mention of Jesus, Sue, on the other hand, could sense the pain and isolation that resonated within Carrie's brief words.
"Is that... all, Carrie?" Mr. Ulmann inquired.
There was no response from the girl.
"Who is the 'he' that loves you in the poem? Jesus?" he continued.
After a momentary pause, Carrie nodded.
"You want Jesus to love you?" Mr. Ulmann probed further.
Once again, Carrie nodded, and this time, the kids couldn't contain their amusement, reveling in the opportunity to mock their classmate. Fueled by their giggles, Mr. Ulmann couldn't resist adding to the spectacle.
"You want Jesus to take you to the prom?" he asked, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Carrie shook her head, her face flushed with embarrassment and mortification. Suddenly, something inside her stirred, a dark and primal force that growled with a female voice.
"Let me out!" the voice demanded. "Let me kill him! Let me kill them all!"
Tommy muttered under his breath, "Asshole."
Those who overheard Tommy's comment couldn't help but giggle even more.
"Tommy?" Mr. Ulmann inquired, catching wind of the insult. "Did you say something?"
"That you're acting like an asshole, sir," Tommy boldly replied.
Carrie looked up at her defender, the dark voice in her head faded away, while Sue glanced at Tommy in surprise.
"Carrie's poem is the finest we've heard," Tommy added, further aggravating the situation.
The students braced themselves, anticipating Mr. Ulmann's reaction. He straightened himself up and sternly declared, "Detention, Mr. Ross."
"I have baseball practice, sir. My coach wouldn't be pleased if I missed it, especially if I explained why," Tommy retorted confidently.
Rather than escalating the conflict, Mr. Ulmann decided to let it go, realizing the futility of pursuing it further.
"Take your seat, Carrie," he grudgingly instructed, acknowledging her presence.
As Carrie complied and walked past Tommy, he gave her a subtle wink, causing Sue to look at him in awe.
The thought of that memory from her school days left Carrie feeling unsettled. It was strange how the enigmatic female voice had seemingly existed within her mind for as long as she could remember, whispering eerie promises that sent shivers down her spine.
As she turned her head, Carrie noticed Dr. Lewis approaching with Eddie, who appeared exhausted, by his side. Rising from her chair, she made her way towards them.
"Hey, Eddie," she greeted, concern evident in her voice. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah," Eddie responded, his voice tinged with weariness. "It was really loud in there. I kinda freaked out."
The dark voice within Eddie's head suddenly erupted, shouting, causing Carrie to exchange a worried glance with him.
"Now, listen," Dr. Lewis interjected, taking the lead. "You're not the first person to have a panic attack in there. I get claustrophobic too."
As they walked out of the hospital, a woman's voice called out to Dr. Lewis. He turned to see a middle-aged woman holding a small dog in her arms.
"Hey, Mrs. Manfredi," he greeted her.
"I just saw Morris," Mrs. Manfredi replied, her dog yapping. "And he's whining and complaining like an old baby again."
Dr. Lewis chuckled. "Oh, good."
As the conversation continued, the dog's behavior became increasingly erratic. It began to bark and growl at Eddie, as if sensing something ominous lurking within him. Carrie's eyes narrowed, darkening slightly as she emitted a low, menacing growl. The dog cowered before her, whimpering in fear.
Dr. Lewis, trying to regain control of the situation, addressed Mrs. Manfredi, "Okay, Mrs. Manfredi, we discussed the matter of the dog. Unfortunately, you cannot keep it." Apologizing, she replied, "Sorry... Gemini..."
With a heavy heart, they walked away, the echoes of Gemini's growls slowly fading into the distance.
"We're gonna get to the bottom of this, alright," Dr. Lewis reassured Eddie, his gaze filled with determination. "But for now, go home and rest."
Eddie nodded in agreement, his weariness evident. "Uh-huh."
"I will contact you as soon as your test results are in.”
"Alright, thank you, Dan. Thank you," Eddie expressed his gratitude.
"Oh, and Carrie?"
Carrie turned her head to face him. Dr. Lewis couldn't help but be lost in the memories of their conversation not so long ago. His gaze lingered on her, his lips pursed with concern. Finally, he mustered the courage to speak, his voice filled with genuine care, "Remember, if anything ever happens to you, don't hesitate to call me."
Carrie nodded, her eyes reflecting gratitude and trust. With a soft "okay," she continued on her way, walking past Eddie and making her way back to their apartment.
inclusivity win! the founder of a corporation run on unethical practices uses gender neutral language when referring to the unidentified person you helped break into the corporation’s facility and escaped with an alien
Fandom: Venom (Movie)
Pairing: Dora/Agony symbiote
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 14k total
Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Canon Compliant, AU - Canon Divergence, I fixed the movie you're all welcome, Trust Issues, Dora loves her family, Dubious Morality, Eddie and Venom are disasters, Enemies to Friends to Lovers
Written for @strozzzi but overdue by a couple years, I’d say. So sorry! But I had so much joy writing this!
"Okay, so. Venom is alive," Eddie admits, a bit breathlessly. "But he's -- he's still weak. He can't hurt anyone. And he wouldn't hurt you, Dora. I swear. He just wanted to protect me," he says. His hand is pressed over his collarbone, where Agony's claws had torn his skin open in vicious-looking streaks of red. But there's no red there anymore, only washed-out trails of black shifting across his skin.
"You can't control these… these things, Eddie," Dora says. "Even I can't," she adds, still holding her hands across her body, as if she could physically keep Agony tied to her, even though she already knows that she can't possibly.
"That's not true," he protests. "I mean -- I mean, yeah. I can't force Venom to do whatever I want. But that's just like how you can't force anybody, right? You have to ask. But it's working out okay. We both want the same things. So we're both willing to compromise for that."
"What could you both want?" Dora asks, genuinely doubtful, but the question seems to confuse Eddie for a moment, as if he hadn't even considered that he and his symbiote could be at odds.
"Like… being happy?" Eddie says. "Fed. Safe. The basics that everybody wants, I guess."
The same things that Agony said she wanted for Dora, too. But it doesn't necessarily mean anything. "It's just survival, Eddie," Dora says. "These symbiotes need hosts to survive. Of course they'll want us to be safe, so they can be safe. It just happens to be mutually beneficial."
Eddie's brow crinkles up at that, a little line of worry digging into his forehead, but it relaxes fractionally when black goo covers his hand, distracting him. He pats at the symbiote, as if to settle it down again.
"You're wrong. I don't know about the others, but, Venom is different," he says, but it strikes Dora as naive, if not dangerously delusional. Agony might have protected her, even shown some level of care for her wellbeing, but it all ultimately came back to the symbiotes caring about their own survival.
