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Lincoln: And that's how I ended up with a symbiote.

Lincoln had spent a solid hour explaining to his sisters why he had a symbiote on him, and also why he couldn't get rid of it. Lucy was making coffee.

Lynn: So it's either become paralyzed forever and the symbiote gets taken by another symbiote that belongs to a hive of them.

Luna: Or keep an alien inside you and keep having a mental struggle to keep full control.

Lincoln: ... Pretty much yeah.

Lynn: Honestly, I would've kept it anyway.

Luna: Dude! Are you insane?! You know what those things do right!?

Virus: First of all, don't compare one Klyntar to another, racist cunt.

A/N: Lincoln is the only one who can hear what Virus says.

Lincoln scratched his face debating with himself if he should tell Luna what Virus had said, or just keep his mouth shut.

Luna: But... With all I've heard, it's safer to keep that thing on you than out of you. Just don't do anything crazy.

Lincoln: I can only promise I'll try.

Virus: Yeah, like how you tried to shoot webs but ended up just making an ass out of yourself for ten minutes.

Lincoln: Shut it.

Virus: So I now know the two in front of us, but whos the silent one standing in the kitchen?

Lincoln: That's just Lucy, careful now, you might lose track of her.

Virus: So, do you just not like money?

Lincoln: What's that supposed to mean?

Virus: Well, you refused to check those thugs' pockets and left their cash. Don't you need money?

Lincoln: Stealing is stealing. That's not what heroes do.

Virus: Well then Heroes must live poor lives.

Lincoln: The money isn't what matters, with great power, comes-

Virus: I don't give a flying fuck.

Luna watched as Lincoln argued, seemingly with himself.

Luna: Is the symbiote-

Lincoln/Virus: Virus.

Luna: Whatever. Is he chatting up a storm up top?

Luna pointed at her head, referring to the inside of Lincoln's mind.

Lincoln: Yeah, he's chatty right now. Maybe if I ignore it, it'll go away.

Virus: So do you just think you can ignore all of your problems?

Lincoln: No. Some of them I invite to live in my head.

Suddenly, the tea kettle began whistling to signal it was ready to be poured.

Virus: Well, I'm sorry. It's just that there's so much space in here and I didn't think you'd- AAAAAHHH! Oh, my God! What the hell is that?!

Lincoln: UUUURRRGGGHHH!!!

Lincoln fell to one knee and Luna caught him.

Luna: Lincoln what's wrong!?

Virus: AAAAHHHH IT SOUNDS LIKE SOMEONE IS TORTURING A CAT!!!

Suddenly, everything electronic began going haywire. The lights flickered on and off like someone was hitting the switch at breakneck speeds. TVs turned on and began switching through the channels at random intervals, somehow even skipping channels. Phones began ringing but there was no caller, no number, just a ringtone playing, Lynn noticed that her phone was somehow playing every app she had on it at once. Lynn then noticed the outside, for more than she could see, every building on every floor was having the same problem.

Lynn: The hell is going on?!

Lincoln: (in pain) The... Whist... ling...

Luna: Lucy! Turn that off!

Lucy switched off the stovetop and the whistling of the kettle quickly stopped. Virus calmed down and his powers seemed to calm down. Lynn then spotted the news app on her phone getting dozens of notifications.

Lynn: Guys, what's on the news?

Luna, still tending to a recovering Lincoln, quickly turned on the TV where Scarlet the Newswoman was reporting the New station while people in the background were panicking.

Scarlet: This is Scarlet with a report! As you can see the news station is in utter chaos! A cyber terrorist has just attacked the station, sending our computers into an overload, but it's not just here in Royal Lakes City! Reports from all over the globe are coming in! Avengers Tower! Stark Enterprises! S.H.E.I.L.D. HQs! Even satellite dishes in space have been hit! Technology all around the planet and in space has gone haywire by some unknown assailant! More on that as the situation develops.

Lincoln: (stunned) Hey... Virus...?

Virus: (reeling from pain) What...?

Lincoln: Out of curiosity... Have you ever reached a limit to how much you can control technology?

Virus: Not really... I've never had much problem when it comes to tech. I don't think I even have a limit.

Lincoln, Luna, Lynn, and Lucy all had a collective thought on their mind.

Louds: (thinking) He's able to send a world of technology into the dark ages... And throw it into chaos...!

*****

At Royal Lakes College, Lincoln was in class trying to learn about.

Virus: Hey, man. Can I talk to you about something really quick?

Lincoln: (thinking) I'm seriously in the middle of something right now.

Virus: Yeah, I know, but I've been looking around and you've got like no apps in here. I have already played the crap out of Minesweeper.

Lincoln: (thinking) Could you just-- Wait, I have apps? I have Minesweeper!?

Virus: I didn't even know you humans could have apps.

The professor continues to explain the very complicated mathematics equations he's written down on the board.

Lincoln: (thinking) Well, you learn something new every day. Now could you let me focus-?

Virus: Hey... You wanna play me in Minesweeper?

The professor then says something along the lines of "Be sure to write this down", but Lincoln is too distracted to listen to him.

Lincoln: (thinking) You can't play someone at Minesweeper; that's a single-player game!

Virus: Nah, see, first I go then you go and try to beat my time, and... Hey, is he moving on?

Lincoln: Huh? (sees the professor erasing what's on the board) DAMMIT!

Professor: Mr. Loud, please refrain from shouting in the middle of class. I'll be expecting your notes on my desk after class.

Lincoln blushed in embarrassment and tried his best to ignore the giggling from his classmates.

Virus: Pfft...!

Lincoln: (hissing through his teeth) Shut! The F*ck! Up!

Virus: Not laughing at you. Your "Professor" wasn't doing the problem right.

Lincoln: (muttering) Huh? But that was copied from the book.

Virus: Here, just let me control your hand for a minute.

Lincoln allowed Virus to control his hand, he began to copy number for number the professor had written down.

Virus: This was what he wrote down. But...

Virus began crossing out, changing, and overall simplifying the equation. It was much easier for Lincoln to understand the way Virus had done than the original that he struggled with.

Virus: Do it like this and you'll not only make it easier but also get the same answer. Humans complicate things too much.

Lincoln: (thinking) How the hell do you know this...?

Virus: I was on several planets before this one. They were much more advanced, by the way.

The bell rang and the students dispersed for the next class. Lincoln left his notes on the professor's desk, upon leaving, the professor picked up the notes and looked them over. Seeing Virus' edit to the equation he had written. He nearly fell out of his chair in shock, before grabbing a calculator and seeing if the new equation was correctly solved. Spoiler; it was.

*****

At lunch, Lincoln was eating with an exhausted look on his face. Lucy sat down next to him, despite being younger than him, due to a wide difference in grades, Lucy was in the same year as her older brother.

Lucy: Are you alright?

Lincoln: I'm fine, but Virus keeps pestering me about getting more apps for "My Brain" so he can stop playing Minesweeper.

Lucy: Well, I can understand that much- Wait our brains have apps? And your mind has Minesweeper on it? ... What does my brain have...?

Lincoln: Can you focus, please?

Lincoln heard a clatter near him, looking down he saw a mop rolling toward him. Looking up he saw a red-haired young man roughly the same height as Lynn. He looked tired and skinny. Wearing a lime green and yellow sweater, blue sweatpants, and flip-flops that had been duck-taped.

Lincoln: Oh, hey, Chandler.

Chandler: Sorry. Could you hand me that?

Lincoln reached down and handed Chandler the mop, the redhead nodded thankfully before leaving.

Virus: Who the f*ck was Mr. "I can barely afford the clothes on my back"?

Lincoln: (thinking) That's Chandler McCain. His family was rich once, but the meteors you came with destroyed his family's buildings, to the point they had to rebuild. The McCain company's competitors used the time that the McCain's companies couldn't work to completely take over their trade and stock. Forcing his dad to sell out the company. Chandler works several part-time jobs because he can barely afford anything anymore cause his dad refuses to dip into his savings, the last bit of his riches.

Virus: That explains the lack of anything other than cheap clothes. What about his current mood, which is, a mood that makes Lucy look like a happy little girl?

Lincoln: (thinking) Well... How should I... I mean...

Virus: Quit trying to goad me into asking and just tell me!

Lincoln: (thinking) His... Mom was crushed by a meteor, one of the first too. No one knew that they would be coming so a lot of people died before anyone could do anything.

Virus: Doesn't sound that bad... Your brain is twitching... That's not all that happened, was it?

Lincoln: (thinking) Chandler was right there when it happened. When the meteor squished his mom like a grape.

Virus: You were trying to be subtle with that, why... Wait... Squished like a grape... Right in front of... Oh. Ooh...! Oh shit...

Lincoln: (thinking) Yep. She was sprayed like a spoiled tomato all over Chandler, from head to toe, covered in what was left of her. That kinda thing stuck with him... He stopped bullying people and just became super passive. The bad crowds tried to pinch money out of him but never got anything more than a couple of quarters due to his family becoming poor from the meteor crashing.

Virus: Well... Don't I feel like an ass... (uncaring) And I'm over it.

Lincoln: (thinking) Your an asshole.

  Virus: Hi! I'm Virus, is this the first time we've met?

Lincoln let out a groan, Lucy could only smile. If she was being honest with herself, she was a bit jealous of Lincoln. Getting an alien goo that can. Lucy silently wondered to herself if she could ever get a symbiote of her own.

*****

Elsewhere, Underground in an abandoned and closed-off subway track. Several Underground goons were gathered, and on a screen was another Underground

Underground Brawler: Tinkerer, what the hell do we do?! We can't find that thing anywhere! 

Underground Gunner: We have to find that thing!

Underground Warrior: Did you see what it did last night?! Nearly took out the whole world! We need that kinda power!

Tinkerer: Calm down, everyone. It can't have left the s

Underground Brute: What about shocking it?

Tinkerer: If it can eat tech then it's probably immune to electricity exposure.

???: You're right on the money with that!

Tinkerer: Yes I-... Who said that?

The Underground looked at an intruder. It was a lean-built symbiote user, his suit resembled a rock-n-roll jacket with a hood and spiked shoulders, gloves, and baggy pants. Of course, it was all black. His most notable feature was the bright neon parts of his suit. His eyes, teeth, spider symbol, back of his hands, and knees glowed a bright cyan, and even his tongue glowed a neon pink!

Underground Thug: Who the hell?!

???: Neon's the name and speed is my game.

Underground Gunner: Ice this bitch!!

Several Underground formed guns and began firing at Neon, who became literal neon light as he dashed away. Leaving behind a neon trail with neon afterimages being left behind.

Neon dashed around the room, smashing tables and throwing Underground into the walls and screen. Cutting Tinkerer off from the room.

Neon: On your left!

Neon dashed into an Underground goon, sending him flying with a neon explosion.

After a few laps around the building, Neon stopped, holding a neon sign in his hands. Plugging it in, Neon began to absorb the neon light coming off the sign.

Neon: Here's out this is gonna work. You wannabe gang humans are gonna cause a ruckus. Virus will want all your high-tech stuff to keep themselves sane and fed. I may be only a 1-year-old symbiote, but I know that much. Make sure to do it during the day too.

Underground Sniper: (groaning) And what if we don-

Suddenly the sniper's head was blasted to nothing by a neon laser.

Neon: You don't do it. You die. Simple as that.

To Be Continued...

That's all for this chapter, bye!