This whole shitfest is dedicated to blxrryfxced because I love you and you're stuck with me forever. We're family now. Also thank you thedankparade for inspiring me to write this. Go check out their Petekey books if you haven't already because there's a lot of them and they're all amazing. Now snap back to reality. Or something. Have fun??

"Wake up." The unwelcome growl was followed by a rude, unwelcome shove. Mikey yelled as his body rolled itself off the edge of the bed.

Pissed off and sleep deprived, Mikey sat up glaring at the mirrored wall ahead of him. "Fuck you, you tar covered shit." He heard the parasite chuckle and felt it grow smaller, almost disappearing.

Finally it was asleep and his mind and body finally became his own once again. It hadn't left him alone in weeks. Weeks of tortue by a being much stronger than himself, somehow using him as a vessel to destroy the world. You know, just your average, everyday, parasite-ridden villain.

Scrunching his eyes up to block out the sun, Mikey forced himself to stand up. He stretched and put his hands on his hips, gazing at the floor. His vision went blurry as minutes passed without him realising.

A sharp poke inside his chest jolted him out of his trance and he nodded to himself. "Work. Yes, right. Ok."

It took five minutes to find a clean shirt for work and fifteen more minutes to shower.

Wrapping a towel around his waist, Mikey looked in the mirror and sighed. He was gaining muscle but not by choice. He knew it was the thing controlling him. It had taken full control.

It was only a matter of time before the creature needed to feed and that would not be pleasant.

Two months and no food. It was only a matter of time.

-

Sat back in his office chair, Mikey wrinkled his nose in disgust. Clearly someone had re-painted the walls as the fumes were almost unbearable.

He had started to list who could've done it when the slamming of a door shocked him out of his trance.

"Way! I told you last week that I need the Bourneville reports on my desk by Tuesday." Mr Bryar stormed through the entrance and across the carpeted floor to Mikey's desk, placing his hands heavily on the wood.

The blonde's head jerked straight up staring his boss in the eye. "Uh, um yes Sir, yes you did. I've almost completed them. Thankfully I still have a few days left...wait, what day is it?"

"It's Friday." Mr Bryar replied. "I allowed you extra time as you took two sick days off so, I was lenient and I expected them to be complete by today. However I can see by the large mound of paper and the two, possibly three at a push, slips next to it, that you have exceeded the deadline and have not done them in time."

Mikey's gaze drifted to the stack of reports and felt his heart drop to the bottom of his empty stomach. He had meant to start getting on top of everything but his new roomate had kinda fucked everything up. His boss sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"I don't know what's been going on with you recently, Way but it's got to stop. I'm giving you one last chance and you know second chances are rare. Get them," he pointed to the reports, "done by Monday and maybe you'll keep your job."

Leaving Mikey with a lingering threat and weekend plans already decided, the door closed after Mr Bryar in a very similar way to how it had viciously opened.

Wheeling his chair back slightly, Mikey exhaled and shook his head. "Fuck my life."

-

Five reports down, twelve more to go and the minute hand seemed to be moving away from twelve rather than towards it.

The quiet hum of the cars going past outside the window and phones ringing in other rooms, subdued the tension Mikey felt as his worked. It was relaxing and almost homely. For once he felt at peace.

That was until a growl came from his stomach, followed by a low rumble. Mikey frowned. He knew he wasn't hungry, he ate before work and normally that was enough.

"Feed me."

Mikey froze. It was time.

He knew everything had been going along all too well since the morning.

"Feed me." The creature commanded once more.

"How? What do you even eat?" The words had barely left the blonde's lips before he felt movement spread from his chest and along his arm. The large bulbous head rose up through the skin and material, and stared out the small glass square in the wall, looking into the corridor.

Two well dressed men walked past, carrying briefcases and what looked like important documents.

After nearing Mikey's office, both men turned to each other and said their goodbye's. Mikey hoped with his whole being - minus the alien - that the brunette outside his door would carry on walking.

But he didn't. Instead, Mikey watched in horror as the door handle slowly turned, allowing the door to swing open.

Without a second thought, Mikey grabbed his jacket from the back of his chair and through it over the parasite, shoving his arm under the desk.

The new arrival walked through the doorway, in a calmer manner than Mr Bryar had, and up to Mikey's desk.

"Michael! It's been so long since the last meeting. How have you been?" The brunette asked, practically bouncing with excitement and general happiness.

Mikey smiled politely and cleared his throat. "Please, call me Mikey and I've been ok thank you. How about you Geoff? How's the Mrs?"

The brunette - Geoff - grinned broadly. "She's good, really good. We've been busy planning for the wedding next month. We moved the date now seeing as she wants to actually fit into her dress, if you know what I mean."

The blonde raised his eyebrow. "You're expecting? Congratulations." He smiled warmly as Geoff nodded happily.

"Thank you. Anyway, back to why I'm here. How are you getting on with the reports? My Bryar sent me in to check up on you as I'm sure Awsten would have just annoyed you with his persistence." Geoff glanced at the paperwork, trying to read upside down.

"Uh, it's ok at the moment. I just took a little break to eat actually." Mikey laughed nervously and rubbed the back of his neck.

Hungry. The creature hissed in his head.

"Ah, ok. I'll tell Mr Bryar it's coming along nicely then." Geoff said. As he turned to leave, Mikey felt the pressure in his arm move back up to his shoulder and up his neck.

He barely had time to choke out "run" before darkness clouded his brain. He couldn't move, couldn't breathe, couldn't think. All Mikey could do was watch the terrified man through the eyes of something else.

Geoff's eyes widened in horror, allowing more of the sickly abomination to fill his vision.

Venom's teeth turned pearly white in the bright office light. Taking two strides forward, they reached a jet black arm out to the cowering human and closed their hand around his throat.

Geoff's hands came up to grip Venom's hand, kicking his legs as the ground fell away from under his feet.

"Wh..wha-" Geoff gasped, his face gradually getting redder from the blood circulation being cut off.

"Eyes! Lungs! Pancreas! So many snacks, so little time!" Venom hissed again, their tongue flickering out to gently caress the brunette's skin.

I'm sorry Geoff. Mikey sobbed from inside his newfound skin.

Tears wanted to form and pour from Geoff's eyes but they couldn't. Everything was blocked as Venom squeezed tighter.

"What...are..you going to...do?" Geoff croaked.

The inhuman smirk grew wider, almost reaching the pure white eyes. "We will eat both of your arms, and then both of your legs, and then we will eat your face right off your head. You will be this armless, legless, faceless thing, won't you, going down the street like a turd in the wind!"

If his life hadn't have been in danger Geoff would've laughed and shook his head. "Y..you...what.."

Half of Mikey's brain seemed to work again as the left side of the exoskeleton on their face parted to reveal the blonde's stony face behind. "We are Venom."

Their mouth opened wider as their fist clenched, cutting off Geoff's weak attempt at a scream. Razorblade teeth pierced through his skin like scissors through paper.

Blood sprayed the freshly painted white walls, masking the chemical smell with an iron scent. Crimson dripped to the floor, collecting in a pool which splashed all over the dark blue carpet as Geoff's limbless body fell to the ground.

Venom let out a satisfied growl and retracted back into Mikey's paralysed body.

Moments passed, still Mikey hadn't moved. He couldn't. The blood had seeped around his feet and the sweet taste of flesh still lingered in his mouth.

He had killed someone again. But this time he knew them, he tasted them, he felt them and they were gone.

Acid rose in his throat and unable to swallow it, Mikey opened his mouth and let the contents of his stomach eject themselves out of his face and onto Geoff's mutilated remains. The floor was soon covered in digested fruity pebbles and human organs.

The sight and smell was enough to make Mikey retch and throw up again until there was nothing left.

Finally tears were able to fall as the reality caught up with him. Geoff was dead and Mikey had murdered him.

No.

It had murdered him. Killed him in cold blood. He wasn't going to go home. Chloe would be a widow even before the wedding. His child would grow up without a father.

It wasn't fair.

Mikey couldn't stay there any longer. He bolted from his office, coat in hand, and ran all the way home where he collapsed on the floor once he had crossed the threshold, crying hysterically. It was never enough. He couldn't run far enough.

He could never run from himself.

It wasn't fair.