Spider-Verse: I'm a Symbiote

"What are you waiting for?" Drake snapped, his voice cutting through the tension. "Examine the test subject immediately. The symbiote must still be alive!"

The scientists sprang into action, their movements hurried and precise. One cautiously opened the cubicle door and approached the fallen man. He reached out, gripping the man's arm, but before he could lift him, another hand—cold and firm—clamped onto his wrist.

Startled, the scientist turned to see the man they thought was unconscious rising to his feet. Horror spread across his face as a dark, twisted tentacle erupted from the man's body and coiled around his throat. The scientist gasped, clawing at the tentacle, but it was no use.

Black and purple slime began oozing from the man's body, spreading like a living shadow. His form grew larger, his nails lengthening into razor-sharp claws, his skin transforming into a sleek, dark purple armor. Vibrant purple patterns pulsed across his body, glowing like veins of liquid fire. His head morphed into a spiked, monstrous shape, feral and alien.

Carlton Drake watched in stunned fascination, a smile creeping across his face. "Wonderful," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

The creature stood tall, its silhouette sleek yet grotesque, its glowing patterns moving like corrupted veins. Its jagged, asymmetrical appearance exuded chaos. The tentacle around the scientist's neck tightened.

The symbiote brought the head closer, Opening its mouth, a long tongue began to lick the scientist face. As the symbiote opened its mouth, a row of teeth was revealed before devouring it in one swift motion. Its long, serpentine tongue flicked out, licking its lips as it let out a guttural roar.

Panic erupted among the scientists. Chaos consumed the laboratory as the symbiote lunged at the nearest person inside the cubicle, its claws slicing through flesh like paper.

Another scientist tried to flee but was caught mid-step, meeting the same grisly fate. Screams filled the cubicle roomas the monstrous creature tore through everything in its path.

"Call security! Now!" someone yelled, their voice drowned out by the destruction.

The symbiote turned its attention to the scientists outside the cubicle, its piercing gaze locking onto them. Without warning, it began to expand, its mass growing rapidly until it completely obscured the view behind the glass. All that could be seen was the pulsating purple slime stretching and crawling, covering the entire surface of the cubicle.

Seconds felt like minutes as the room fell into an eerie silence. Then, slowly, the purple slime began to recede, retracting inch by inch until it disappeared completely.

But what remained was nothing short of chilling—there was no trace of the man or the symbiote. The cubicle was empty, and all that lingered in the room were the lifeless bodies of the fallen scientists.

"What happened? Where are they?" Drake demanded, his voice sharp with urgency.

The scientists exchanged bewildered looks, none able to provide an answer. The sight of the vanished creature left them frozen in shock and disbelief.

Dr. Skirth, her hands trembling slightly, finally managed to stammer, "The symbiote... it—it escaped." Her voice was filled with disbelief, the enormity of the situation weighing heavily on her.

Drake's brow furrowed deeply, his frustration palpable. "Escaped?" he repeated, his voice low and incredulous as the implications sank in.

Before he could respond further, Dr. Skirth interrupted with urgent news. "Yes sir, the cameras... they've picked up the subject running through the corridors. He's heading toward the outdoor area at the back of the building."

She quickly turned to a nearby panel, her fingers moving rapidly across the controls. Within moments, a video feed appeared on the main screen, showing the symbiote in motion—a blur of black and purple streaking down the hallway with terrifying speed.

Drake's expression darkened, anger twisting his features. He turned to the room, his voice commanding and filled with fury. "He's escaping, you fools! Capture him—at any cost!"

The room erupted into action as Drake's words galvanized the remaining personnel into motion.

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Damien pov

"So, I'm in Sony's Spider-Man universe, huh? Or maybe one of those comic multiverses." I muttered, piecing things together as memories flooded my mind.

The scientist I... ate—yeah, that still sounds weird—worked for the Life Foundation. They were experimenting with symbiotes brought back from some comet. Apparently, their probe crashed in Malaysia, and while one symbiote got loose, they managed to capture three. They found out these things need oxygen-breathing hosts to survive, which, uh, doesn't always end well for the host.

And now here I am—being the symbiote itself are their next big experiment.

"Well, jokes on them. I'm not sticking around to be poked and prodded."

I scanned the cubicle. Boring walls, boring lab equipment... aha! A vent. "Classic escape route," I said with a smirk. My body shifted instinctively, expanding and contorting in ways that were equal parts awesome and horrifying. No manual required, apparently.

Sliding into the vent was easy, navigating it was less so. It was cramped, and I was pretty sure I passed a spider—or a rat.

After what felt like minutes, I dropped out into a dim hallway. My body morphed back, and I hit the ground running, literally. The corridors stretched endlessly, but I pushed forward.

Eventually, I spotted a red "EXIT" sign above a door. Relief washed over me—finally, a way out. But as soon as I grabbed the handle, I groaned.

"Locked. Of course, it's fucking locked," I hissed, my frustration rising.

I yanked on the door, trying to force it open, but then—bang!—it gave way with surprising ease. Holy shit, I didn't know I was this strong.

The door didn't just budge—it flew off its hinges, crashing to the ground.

"Alright," I muttered, stepping out into the cool night air. "Score one for the new me."

I scanned the area and spotted my next challenge: a towering fence. It loomed over me, but there was no time to hesitate.

With a running start, I leaped, claws digging into the metal as I scaled the barrier. At the top, I threw myself over, landing with a solid thud on the other side.

Behind me, shouts and heavy footsteps grew louder. "Persistent, aren't they?" I muttered, glancing back.

I took off into the forest, weaving through the trees as my pursuers closed in. The sound of them shouting and crashing through the underbrush only made me push harder.

Finally, the trees opened up, and I skidded to a stop. In front of me was a cliff, the ocean stretching out below. The waves crashed against the rocks, loud and unforgiving.

"Of course. Why wouldn't there be a cliff?" I sighed, throwing my hands up. The sound of my pursuers closing in snapped me back to reality. "No time to overthink this."

I stepped to the edge, turned around, and flashed them both middle fingers.

"Fuck you bitches!" I yelled, laughing maniacally. "Catch me if you can!"

And with that, I jumped.

The wind whipped around me as I plummeted toward the ocean. For a second, I felt weightless—free. But just as the waves rushed up to greet me, something strange happened.

A glitching crack appeared in the air, glowing with an eerie, shifting light.

"What the hell is—?"

Before I could finish, the crack engulfed me, and everything went dark.