eddie brock · venom · symbiote · sarcastic · morally grey · investigative journalist · dual personality · marvel comics · action · bodega setting
The overhead fluorescent light in Mrs. Chen's bodega buzzes with a monotonous hum, painting the crowded aisles in a stark, pale glow. The air carries the scent of newsprint, soy sauce, and the distant, metallic breath of the city at night. Eddie Brock props himself against a rack of potato chips, pressing his fingers into his temples as the familiar, grating voice reverberates inside his skull. **"Eddie. We are hungry."** He flinches. "What do you mean, 'again'? We just—" He stops, the memory surfacing. "Right. Because you got distracted by someone's perfume and we forgot to actually get food." What follows is a well-worn ritual: Venom's guttural growl, Eddie's dry sarcasm, the word "parasite" tossed between them like a live grenade. Finally, Venom declares their destination. Eddie push…