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here he goes, the great inspiration of my life,

Hobie “Spider-Punk” Brown 🎸🇬🇧

AU master-post

Im just feeling a certain way rn

Nothing new

What selfshipping is like

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-Demon slayer

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-Avatar: The last airbender

--AND MORE UNTIL THE END OF MY LIFE (Or if school needs me to)

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Publications aren't going to be regular, it would depend a lot on my time and inspiration-- Really, I can take a lot to post anything at all 0_o

Angry too

Hobie Brown x Neutral!/Pronouns Reader

Words: 6,200

Summary: V.E.N.OM is not the word you'd like to be associated with after all the implications it has but, you don't have V.E.N.OM but Venom in your side.

Written Curse: Different P.O.Vs! Use of (__)! --Graphic descriptions of body awareness, violence, self harm, etc. So be aware--I'm not an english native speaker so I support on translators!-- Text like this is for when you can only listen Venom-- Equis somos de la chaviza See ya Darlings!

<Chapter 2 / Chapter 4>

Every day that passed was one of learning, full of adrenaline and anxiety, the risk of being discovered and probably murdered in front of an audience to demonstrate the power that those still had increased. But it was something willing to risk.

At the moment the night subtly suffocated the sky that struggled to remain bright now weak, next to the semi-open closet there were hairs that the dim light itself reached while avoiding at all costs touch even a millimeter of their face. Fingers were rubbed repetitively and slowly without much pressure, eyes focused on everything but without detailing anything around, more busy with the internal conversation with the other being inside the room. From one moment to another one of their hands touched the floor to lean on it and leave the room with a quiet step, closing the door completely all light was deprived of the room, now the rhythmic sound of the footsteps was an indication of any activity that, like the sunset, was succumbing until it was completely shut down. But that paper would continue waiting for their return and at the same time lurking in the shadows.

The fury remained among the streets but always alert whenever someone seemed untrustworthy. Others, willing to help for what they were promised. Meanwhile, the unusual heat caused poor drops of sweat to accumulate and descend from his face to his neck. Since one of his hands sweat was impregnated in the paper that he observed carefully as if doing so would give him the answers to the questions that arrived in his mind.

He knew that the symbiote was free, that it hunted (or what his experiences gave him knowledge) policemen. But why make this public information? It was not a good idea to make them look as if they had no control of the situation but knowing that very rarely did anything escape from their dirty hands, they had a reason. He took another look before folding the paper and storing it in one of his pockets to walk again on the wide streets that watered with the ink of the night dazzled clusters of brightness in indistinct places while formulating some plan to know what he should do in any of two possible cases.

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A new day was dawning and it might have seemed like a typical situation that one would find authorities almost at every corner but now… they were almost every inch, breathing down each other's necks. (__) saw this and decided to keep a low profile until conditions allowed something to be done, they would not make the same mistake twice. They would not let themselfs be carried away by their emotions and even less by Venom's impulses, as they passed several of these policemen, they heard --Look at all that meat, marinated in liters of blood-- they walked by another one --Waiting for my teeth-- it was the only thing they could do, listen to Venom for the moment.

Minutes later and already inside the subway, the being continued with its chatter but this was not enough to change (__)'s serious countenance although inside there were mixed emotions that Venom ignored. When they arrived at the station they wasted no time, as soon as the doors opened they left the wagon in a hurry, evading other passersby, their clothes suffocated strangely every time they wiggled climbing up the stairs one by one. Almost like a bomb against time and inexperienced hands close to cutting a wire with the possibility of not being the right one, they kept up the pace of the walk now without a glance at every policeman they passed.

As they walked further they could finally make out the school which made them calm down a bit, slowing the pace and gaving a sigh that they had been holding for a while but was not aware of, being completely inside they tried to act normal and keep up the act.

No matter how much one saw their face, one could not imagine what was going on inside their head, where Venom was going on with its rant even if it knew that (__) was not paying special attention to it and was ignoring it to take notes of the class they were in at the moment.

The professor's voice accompanied the pens against the paper and other occasional noises, the pressure of their fingers against the body of the pen helping to distract their mind from the extraneous words flooding them as did the wiggling of their leg. The letters wrote themselves, without awareness of them or their meaning when joined with others; an automatic transcription and so it was with the other subjects, they would not worry about that now, they would have time to review and study. The important thing was to get rid of the nervousness that still accompanied.

In the last hour that remained of classes their walk was slow, their friends had already gone ahead at their own suggestion, the corridors were emptying little by little, all the students entering their respective classrooms. But before they could take another step their body changed direction thanks to Venom's control which was moving erratically but with much more speed than (__) had done, "What do you think you're doing?" they wrinkled their nose as consequence of their eyebrows trying to come together, more out of curiosity than irritation --You're so tense-- now irritation predominated "Oh Really? I wonder why" referring to the forced control Venom was exerting --Let's go for a walk-- with force they made their legs stop "No, of course not, let's go to class, end of discussion" it was quite a bizarre sight how the body moved so spontaneously without apparent explanation if anyone could get through.

--I'm sick of all that information of no obvious use to your own little head-- continuing with the struggle a hand clung to one of the corners of a classroom, "What would you know?, you've only been in a few classe-" with more force they tried to let go of the wall, --Exactly, I don't need more shit-- the muscles contracted to the point that they could hardly feel them, after several seconds for it to stop they accepted in defeat.

Once outside of the building, they rested on one of the many roofs, their feet dangled and swayed unhurriedly. The sea of constructions gave the impression of being able to walk on them without any problem and before their immensity they gave tranquility, a momentary escape to the internal and external problems. "It's not what I expected", "We're outside, that's what you wanted" they leaned their shoulders on the same surface where they sat and turned a little to see the buildings behind, "But this is so… depressive" (__) arched an eyebrow, it was strange that Venom used that word, "Why is it depressive? do you even know what it means?" the last thing said to annoy it, but when they didn't get an answer they immediately turned their eyes to the same place before, where Venom hadn't moved.

"Venom?" its white eyes or what could be thought of as eyes, just like the killer whales, seemed to be fixed on theirs until its voice continued, "Do you remember what we talked about?" they recomposed their posture and seriously asked what exactly it meant, it was rare the occasion when they could see or feel the symbiote like that "About telling us things. When you went to see your little boyfriend" (__) rolled their eyes, it was sure that at any moment they would be stranded thanks to the various times they have done this but they wouldn't give up in making the atmosphere more pleasant "I think you tried to say your boyfriend dude, you can't go a day without mentioning him".

This annoyed Venom who protested and even more when it saw (__) with a smile "Admit it, you drool over him, you're just jealous that he doesn't feel the same for you" without any further warning Venom went out propelling the body of (__) who let out a scream at the sudden movement, now their were hanging thanks to Venom's grip on the building where they were, "Will you let me talk?" it was possible to see the body of the buildings and therefore everything that was happening in the surrounding streets, their limbs hanging as simple ropes, immediately nodded and confirmed verbally.

When they could feel the concrete again they hurried away from the shore, they placed a hand on their chest to relax the nausea "Sometimes I forget that you are an idiot" before they could say anything else a tentacle covered their mouth "Shhhh, you said you would listen, now shut up" they didn't squeak so as not to repeat what had just happened.

"We agreed to get to know each other but we have shared such superficial things that won't help us to really get along better" still, with its head out it rotated its companion's with a big smile "So I'll tell you more about me" with a tug it sat them down and started the story where it thought convenient "His name was Eddie, my first person and the only one for so long… I remember him as if it was yesterday" its face gave the notion of true melancholy, it was a somewhat absurd moment to some extent but they didn't interrupt.

"He was my guest for two years, he was stubborn, impulsive and even a jerk, stupid, idiot, an asshole just like you" Venom approached them "But he was also someone who knew what he was doing, why and for whom…" so the minutes passed that felt like hours as they listened about the man or boy and the relationship they had, how it ended up in the hands of the government and how it managed to escape.

"I needed another host, I wasn't going to survive without one so I scoured the streets, I found the guitarist and thought he was the best candidate but immediately knew better when he played those horrors" it shook its head, (__) had been intrigued by everything it was telling them, trying to imagine every little thing they heard but when it mentioned Hobie they stopped any thought "Wait a minute, were you going to have a relationship with Hobie?" it automatically corrected "Considered, told you, but not with his sounds", "Music" now they corrected the other "Whatever. I couldn't go another day without someone, I needed food, it wasn't long before I found another option" under Venom's control the arm moved and one of the fingers extended in the direction of the teenager "You".

"I didn't waste any more time and in less than a day I formed the connection" they lowered their hand slowly with the help of the other one, "You make it sound like i was your last option" at the affirmation that they really were, they gave Venom a small smack, they moved their head and gently pinched their lips, "That solves my doubt as to how you knew his full name, I was beginning to believe that you really liked him all to yourself" with threatening intent it moved too close to their face, "What did you say?" they distanced it with the palm saying "Nothing," a small smile appeared on both of their faces, "So you're really attracted to the boy?" Venom counterattacked emphasizing what (__) had said, they stood up and walked to the shore, in the same spot where they had been and rested their arms "Whatever you say, dummy" they knew that Venom went back to shelter inside their body when they could no longer hear it next to themself, all the sounds of the city were barely reaching their ears.

--Your turn-- (__) grimaced and shrugged their shoulders "What do you want me to say? I have nothing" they looked down to see the backpack still on the ground lifelessly --Then I'll ask you something-- they kicked the backpack making it adjust to the force applied to it but it still occupied the same space, "Why are you doing this and for whom?".

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The week went by without too many complications besides the ones you already had over yourself; mutual hunting, school, being a teenager with a crisis thanks to a simple question from the symbiote you live with. Nothing that couldn't be fixed with some effort.

The small calendar inside one of the now open notebooks points out today's date, along with a note and a time that you remember very well only that there are still a few hours left, the radio is a momentary distraction to the impatience for that time to arrive as well as doing homework, every so often you check the clock; you finish a paragraph, you check the clock; you finish the homework of a subject, you check the clock. And so it went until finally the clock struck the right time and the pen you were using immediately left your hand. You didn't want to be late.

To your surprise you spotted him as soon as your sight met the park, a few steps and he turned so that your eyes connected. You both smiled and raised your hand to greet each other, a 'Hey' was all it took for you to walk around.

"You know, I was beginning to wonder if I should have been more specific about which park I was referring to" you said it while looking for something in your pocket "Well… it's the park where we formally met, I do not think I'm that clueless" your hands took refuge inside your own pockets as you felt good, in this interaction it was clearer the ease with each other, even if the previous ones were very short it was still enough to feel comfortable and more when having scenes in common.

With your head facing the ground, you could see how your feet were moving but you amended this by having an object in front of you, it was hanging from Hobie's hand and you took it with delicacy "I guess it's for me", "You guess right" he released the object, another pin that from meters you could notice was made manually grabbed by a thread, you placed it in the waistband of your pants "You shouldn't have" it sounded dry according to your perception and you added "I mean; thanks, you wouldn't have bothered".

Hobie stopped and his body looked at yours "Not at all, I like to do this kind of stuff", you stopped as well but kept walking until you bumped into a bench where you both sat down, you sighed and crossed one leg "But seriously, thanks", "Don't mention it", he fiddled with his own pins, but he was concentrating on the surroundings and with special care to all the policemen near you.

He leaned against the backrest and imitated the action of crossing his leg, you inhaled and decided to start another conversation "Soooo where do you go to school?" when you heard that he didn't attend any high school you felt embarrassed for asking the question but before you could correct yourself he assured you that it was fine, clarifying that he was studying on his own anyway and remarking the importance of getting an education. "Tell that to a friend of mine" you tried to get Venom to talk to you since it had been very quiet since you left the house until it heard this last thing, --Friend?-- the young man clicked his tongue with a chuckle and you caught yourself smiling more, "Really, if you saw how he always complains with me" Hobie tilted his head, "Really?" he arched an eyebrow when he saw you nodding.

"Yes" you moistened your lips with your tongue as your fingers lifted and lowered in sequence "He's an idiot", --But your friend-- as you heard more from Venom you decided to try your luck "A big idiot if you ask me" as a part of you expected it your hand moved to hit your temple quite furiously from Venom "Ouch" you rubbed yourself with the same hand but almost without actually touching yourself "Are you okay?" you heard Hobie coming towards you "Yeah, yeah, I felt a bug but I hit more than I should have" Hobie pulled himself together now hitting his thighs almost like a drum set "Of course" in your periphery, you saw what he was doing but he also caught sight of the cops, you had to be alert with them near the two of you.

"Maybe it was karma from my friend", --You said it again!--, "So that's how you usually talk about him?" without looking away you nodded "We get along like that, don't worry, it's not like he says any better about me" you looked at him and stopped wiggling to pay attention to him "What about you?" he tilted his head and leaned his elbow on the backrest "About what?" you turned your eyes and pointed at him momentarily "Is there a friend you get along with similarly?" he looked up to think about the answer.

"Yeah" he finally answered to tell you about his friends with the small difference of not mentioning anything that could sound strange; related to his alter ego. While you were trying to push in your head the repetition of the word 'friend' that since you mentioned it for the second time Venom seemed like a broken record.

Two hours had passed and your conversations varied from time to time, the sun was still present with no plans to leave soon just like the people who were having fun or strolling in the park either by themselves or accompanied.

In the middle of the conversation you both changed the focus of your attention when one of the many policemen that were inside the place started to approach you, minutes before these authorities were approaching the civilians with the excuse of asking them some questions and you knew it thanks to the fact that one of them had said it to a couple close to you but you couldn't hear too much. The only thing you managed to hear was about knowing something about strange happenings lately or if they had knowledge/information about things that were concerning the police.

With his hands in his pockets Hobie suggested getting out of there, it was obvious his demeanor changed knowing that one of them would be near you and him. The both of you peeled off the bench and headed for the entrance that doubles as an exit with deaf ears to the officer's calls, your hurried steps were no impediment for him to catch up with you and with arrogance grab the the boy's shoulder, who felt the urge to hit him as soon as he felt his hand.

When he looked at the officer, his body language was similar to Brown's. But yours? it was not at all like theirs, it was more nervous about what might happen and more thinking that the symbiote couldn't contain itself too much if there was an altercation in which it felt its presence was necessary. Of course, you had already had a discussion about it, in fact, more than one. But you had to trust, it wouldn't work if you hesitated so all you could do was look neutral and hope for the best… or be ready for the worst in any case.

Neither of you spoke as the man did so first, with a contemptuous look he looked at you up and down "I'm going to ask you a few questions" he took out a French-sized notebook with a pen ready to write down. "We were just leaving" you swore Hobie's teeth gnashed at that instant, the tension couldn't even have been cut with a knife but with a diamond because of how heavy it felt, the man frowned and his voice quickly changed tone "I'm not asking you, boy" his eyes were focused on him until they moved to you, with a macabre smile he turned to Hobie "You're one of those punks, aren't you?" With a wave of his hand pointing to his clothes he raised his jaw, "Why don't we make this easy, hmm? Before I decide not to be so condescending".

Your own jaw was uncomfortable due to the pressure you exerted by the anger of his sense of superiority, leaving aside the anxious attitude you had not long before, Venom spoke to you --What an asshole, if he knew he is signing his death sentence--.

With a bold decision he approached Hobie who, being taller than the officer, didn't let himself be intimidated, centimeters separated them from the other who didn't step back "After all you don't have your little friends to help you nor that idiot Spider-punk" this ignited a flame inside Hobie; it was never to his liking to hear the 'punk' instead of the 'man'. He closed the space between the two "Repeat that" he whispered more to himself than to the other, without taking his eyes off the man smirked again "Have it your fucking way, you fucking punk".

When the man's hand clutched your wrist Hobie was ready to release the first hit knowing that other cops around you would come as so far they were just watching, but it was a surprise to them and even to you when the blow was released by you on his cheek, with your eyes wide open you felt ready to disappear off the face of the earth as you couldn't do anything with other people being witnesses and even if you threw everything away or if you decided to fight without Venom it was never with an excess number of 2 cops at a time.

Adding the supposed 'thinking and doing better'. The officer's face was disfigured as he showed his own Venom; from living with the original and learning its expressions within what it can do, you knew he was furious, thirsty to hurt. You didn't need to be aware for you and Hobie to run instantly.

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The two teenagers ran away as fast as they could, a group of officers at their heels, running in lockstep, occasionally one would grab the other to turn or change direction to keep going together. The lights on the poles crawled and then disappeared in their vision to let the next one help them get their bearings, their breaths were shaky, arrhythmic and limited.

They could have continued in such a way if it were not for the fact that when they turned a corner and continued running Hobie was warned by his spidey sense, a policeman appeared and intercepted them on the path they were about to take, he grabbed (__) to change direction again, only it was not as fast as they took a different route when they saw the policeman. Their paths separated, which in a way could be good to be able to act but it was quite risky, in the end, they decided to get out of that mess and meet again.

Entering an alleyway to take a breathe they leaned on their knees "That was a blow I didn't expect from you (__)... not so much but you get it" Venom finally came out to see (__) who exhaled deeply and wiped the sweat from their forehead "What was I thinking?" they resumed their initial position and rubbed his eyes "Now it's the second officer I hit" it wasn't with pride but with disbelief as they remembered the first time they had hit a cop; the cause was the same but with what recourse was different. A few breaths later they were back to normal but remained in the same place. Where would Hobie be?, should they help him?, look for him?, most likely he was fine, he was Spider-man but otherwise, they doubted.

Would it be better if they went home?, they wondered, no, they had to make sure he was all right. They fled together, and they would return together.

A few footsteps alerted the teen who at first was not sure who it was but when they heard the characteristic distorted voice threatening them, they looked for something on the floor. In the dim light of the alley, they could see a metal pipe, that would do. Unable to bend down to grab it Venom covered his face licking his teeth but was restrained by the hand of (__) who cautiously just squatted down and reached for the pipe, with the same speed they stood up and grabbed the object tightly.

The man did not waste any more time and hurried to jump into the alley, at the same time, the tube crashed against the wall and created the right frequencies to affect him and (__) who felt the vibrations and their nerves contracted, as if they were being burned one by one. With effort they gave another blow ignoring the moans of the other symbiote, it was then that they started to run without letting go of the metal and with an immense but passing pain. They knew that the policeman would also recover and go after them.

Street after street passed with their senses everywhere --That was very rude of you to me, your friend-- the wind dried their sweat that emanated without ceasing, feet throbbed along with their heart "I'll make it up to you later" they said in a hurry, almost passing another street a shadow was present so they tightened the tube, lifted it and prepared themself. As they almost whipped the person, he grabbed the pipe and tried to take it away but they both realized who the other one was "Hobie" they relaxed when they saw Brown who sighed and turned in all directions "Let's get out of here".

They were guided by Hobie who without mentioning anything moved between the streets along with them skillfully, both Venom and the teen were in doubt as to where they were going but it was (__) who could ask and Venom was telling them to do so.

But this wasn't necessary as they stopped for a moment "Careful" he whispered as he gently grabbed their hand and helped them onto the boat that lay on the pier, as they stepped fully inside they felt the hand that was once spliced with their own move away, they couldn't tell where thanks to the darkness that dominated but it didn't last long. The oil lamp lit the space and their eyes ventured into the new information, it was a bit of chaos at first, things here and things there. Posters on top of each other, books strewn across the bed and the couch unpicked from the ends.

Hobie stretched out his arms and turned in on himself "Welcome to your home" he prepared to walk and lay down on the couch, the other who stood immobile at one end of the walls and raised their eyebrows "Home?… This your home?" with even more curiosity and with some embarrassment they checked every nook and cranny again. The boy nodded proudly and took off his vest to leave it right next to the armchair, the pins rang one by one "Exactly, make yourself comfortable, please, I insist" he put his hand to his chest to extend it as an invitation.

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For you it wasn't something that had ever crossed your mind since you met Hobie but to be honest nothing was happening the way you expected it to anymore. With your toes on the bottom bar of the chair you sat on you tried to relax. My goodness, you had become very nervous, could anyone blame you? Not at all, it was quite obvious that it was something that would happen and it would be weird if it wasn't the case.

"Here ya go" he handed you a glass of water which you thanked him for taking small sips, he shook his head with a snort, "You don't have t' thank me for everyting I do" he returned to the couch, scratched his jaw and stretched his arms along it "I'm sorry 'bout earlier" his tone changed which made you stop drinking water and look him in the eyes, "That wasn't your fault" he raised his arm and crossed his leg, "It was, I should have been more prudent when I was with you" when you heard it you raised your eyebrow and instead of crossing your leg you crossed your arms "I can defend myself Hobie" wow, corny, you bowed your head "If it wasn't like that you wouldn't have even known of my existence" even cornier you thought, he just smiled and turned his eyes "I'm sure I would have met you anyway".

Now it was your turn to raise your shoulders "We'll never know" you took another sip of water until you finished the glass, without knowing where to put it, you left it on top of a piece of furniture that had more books, you stretched your arms and legs "But seriously, don't worry, you can defend yourself too, can't you?" this was an attempt to improve the atmosphere, which worked well.

"I guess" he curled up, his head touching the back of the chair "You guess right" hearing you repeat the same thing he did, he let out a chuckle. The smell of the oil that fed the flame was barely noticeable next to the one that the books emanated, the light from it rested like petals falling from the top of a tree without the rigorous wind that hurries them to a destiny that is not theirs, it was comforting to sit on that bench that with marks of its past threatened to crumble but that only being an appearance really was resistant and calm danced with everything that was between the wooden walls.

But this was not enough for your thoughts to have the need to come to the surface. "Hobie?" you watched as he straightened up as a sign of his attention, you bit your tongue, you would be about to walk on ice but you needed to listen to someone "You… why do you help people?".

You noticed the confusion on his face, his lips responded "Help them? I think that's too big of a word for what I do" your hand gripped the edges of the bench and your body leaned toward him "... But what made you realize that you wanted to do something for them?" he could swear he saw sparkles in your eyes thanks to how dilated they were, he stood up from the armchair and started to pick up some books to place them in a bookcase nearby "To know that they were like me" such a simple answer that seemed so obvious but that hid a lot in its own.

You thought about what he said until you saw the clock on his furniture and it gave you a sense of time "My mom is going to kill me" immediately you stopped sitting down. 8 o'clock, how had it gone by so fast, "I'll take you" he offered but you declined, you felt he had already done too much for him to want to do more "You want to go out on your own right after escaping from the pigs? You're crazy" he grabbed two coats, one for himself and one for you "Come on, the sooner the better".

The wagons were bustling as usual, people minding their own business. The row where you sat was almost empty except for one other person, station that arrived, the station where they got on and off, when you saw that there were three stations to go before yours, you decided that you would get off at the next one.

Leaving the station you walked a short distance, the streets were friendlier than they had been but you didn't let your guard down for anything that happened. At one point you thanked him and assured him that you would be fine "You have to be at home too" you couldn't ignore the difference in heights when he literally curved to be more at your level, he smiled sideways "Just don't get into any more trouble…. for now" he winked at you --Uuuuuuuuuu how gallant-- you inwardly bit your cheek for the interaction "I promise, for now" you raised your pinky which reciprocated as it intertwined with his, the realization hit you "Oh, I guess it's my turn to pick the place" you pretended to think scratching your chin "How about this very station?" you nodded your head --And when would it be?" You swayed with your feet "Well, it's most likely i'll sentenced to 1 month without going out, so I'd better give you a smoke signal when it's good weather".

You both looked silly with the smiles you were wearing, "All right, I'll keep an eye out for any heavenly messages" Hobie buttoned up his coat "See ya" he didn't finish the sentence as your hand met his cheekbone his eyes focused on it which you quickly removed "You had a bug" you laughed nervously and shook your arms "Bye Hobie", this didn't bother him one bit which made him smile bigger "Bye (__), may the wealthy not capitalize you" you said goodbye with a last wave of your hands before parting ways and going on separate ways.

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"Did I ever tell you that you're a fool and an idiot?" they kept their hands on the coat Hobie Brown lent them without stopping the pace --Yes, with the word friend in that sentence-- (__) snorted and shook their head "Is that all you cared about all day?" their arm moved again, their raised their thumb, moved the forefinger up and down --Yes, exactly, indeed. That's right (__) you have your mouth full of reason and your thoughts clear and decisive-- they made a grimace "Why do I want enemies with a friend like you, you'd see that putting my hand on his face…" they wanted to slap themself so Venom would feel it.

--Come on (__), he loved it, his goofy face said it all-- they couldn't help but laugh a little "Whatever you say, matchmaker". Their face that before reflected encouragement was now in the opposite state --What's wrong?-- they sighed and raised their hands to the height of the collarbone "It's unfair that I know practically everything about him but he knows nothing about me, you know" their legs changed direction to a little crowded street until they entered another alley --It's better not, if he found out he would want to tear me to pieces-- they sighed again, they moved their neck from one side to the other with their hand on it "I know it's not, we are not the same as them Venom".

Venom stuck its head out "But would he be willing to accept it after everything he's been through?" a tentacle came out of the side to touch the chest of (__) who was in doubt and silent for a few seconds, concentrating on the other's eyes "We'll have to hope so" its substance shot out at a nearby pole and its head disappeared "So while let's have a little fun" as it had happened the other time in when they encountered Hobie, Venom sent (__) flying into the air thanks to the tension it had applied, suppressing a scream as the air passed around them until things seemed to stop for an instant.

The specks of light and darkness at that height resembled an impressionist work, Big Ben another indistinct point among the others. It was a sight like no other but gravity did its thing and eventually, they began to descend, never in those moments they touch or were about to touch the ground as Venom carried them from one side to the other, the minuscule moans were replaced by laughter and smiles with excitement.

As they were about to open the door, looking for the keys, they whispered "That was great, thanks" they raised their head because of Venom "Don't even mention it" they found the keys and turned what was necessary to enter, when they opened the door they found their mother in the armchair in the living room "Mom" they smiled and approached her who was just standing with her arms crossed, hugging her head and planting a kiss on her cheek "I love you very much" without any reaction from her mother they apologized "We'll talk later (__), now just go to sleep" Without the courage to provoke another reaction, they did just that.

Once in the room and lying in bed, they whispered to each other --The good thing is that he didn't play his private concert-- it remarked, and thanks to this they remembered what Hobie had promised and smiled. "I would most likely have had to invent something absurd if it had been like that" they rested their arm on their forehead "Or maybe not, maybe the love you have for him would have been enough to break the spell so that you could hear him", --You would have been jealous-- it snorted "You would be jealous anyway", --Yeah--, "Yeah--, (__) closed their eyes "Fall asleep already", --You sleep-- Venom waited for some answer, after a while it spoke only for the last time of the day, --Rest well (__).--

"You too asshole".

☝️freshly hatched .just borned

Stanford Filbrick Pines

Words: 4,524

Summary: He was so small next to him, he could fit in the palm of his two-dimensional hand and peel millimeter layer by millimeter layer to do whatever he wanted with the raw materials and waste. Previous enjoyment, at this moment repulsion for what is felt.

Written Curse: What can I say, saw someone suggesting it on Tiktok and I did it, Descriptions of insanity and more insanity, suicidal behavior, manipulation, paranoia, kind of religious trauma, self-harm (thoughts and action) depictions, and maybe more sensitive topics, please be aware, MDNI. it's kind of different from what I'm used to write in some aspects but I enjoyed iy Seeeeeee yaaaaaa darlings!

Versión original-español

I walked through the mists of a gloomy limbo… If such a vague description makes sense, I paid attention to every step I took but I didn't feel it, almost as if it were a dream until my attention was redirected, something was heard in the distance and I wondered what it could be. It carried with it a sinister air, perverse dyes that dripped phlegmatically, the forbidden, the temptation, the sin that, as its passage, seduced me to approach, thus, little by little, it was not only an unusual song but also a particular smell, a sensation that made one's skin crawl but as everything here was far from comprehending.

Time was distorted and my mind fell into a spiral that I didn't even know I had entered until seeing in a dreary reflection a realization revealed, it was me.

That smell, that sound, everything… It was nothing more than my own body, that empty and rotten container that wanders aimlessly waiting for an end but even if I succumbed to the clutches of mortality, I know that my corpse would be nothing more than poison for this earth that now curses my existence. I beg for mercy even if I am not deserving and as a heretic I receive cruel punishment that lurks in the depths of my being, which from the beginning eats away at me, what led me to this state.

A simple act like the sliding of curtains felt so treacherous, he was turning his back on him and leaving him adrift. He deserves it, after all he did it was absurd that he thought he would receive any defense from him. He placed the reminder of the freshly made wound in the trash and tried to fall asleep but at no time did he blink, the minutes passed ignorantly to his situation and emotions so overwhelming that they seemed to mock without decorum. He had found a motivation that vanished at the same speed with which it arrived, he had to find another goal, a purpose, something that would give him what he had always longed for.

The days passed without anything remarkable, a blind and tired routine between corridors, living rooms and his bedroom with the irregular change of going to the library or chatting with his roommate, with whom he shared certain hobbies. He was about convincing that he enjoyed it, that despite being an unexpected result, he could take advantage of it and prove to himself that others were wrong, that he was better.

When he made the decision to live in Gravity Falls, it was as if that little flame struggled to remain incandescent and wanted to get bigger. It could be taken as an escape from home in a certain way, miles and miles away from his parents which doesn't make much difference from what it was in Backupsmore.

Everything was different, a new life that he would not let anything or anyone spoil. And so it was for quite some time, there was no day or night in which he did not find something fascinating, a distraction and a temporary relief to his thoughts that dejected him the most, but then, like a rose, it began to wither and the petals fell. Leaving a voracious appetite again.

And what happened when the snake approached him? He fell for the deception. So desperate for a shred of recognition, acceptance… And what person could resist a being greater than their own existence? It was an honor to be the favorite of such a sublime presence, a powerful being who did respond to his prayers, to his doubts, where he believed he was walking on the same floor as this one and not below as he was for so many years with his kind, he was finally an equal.

A nosedive into veneration.

The night was paler than the moon itself, its emanations were blunderbussed as they passed through the stained-glass windows with motifs that I distributed with my own free will throughout my cabin. Immersed in my inscriptions, Bill prowled in the same space and chatted about things that I didn't pay enough attention to since I was used to his actions. When I finished my last stroke I placed the pen aside and closed the bottle of ink to let it rest and therefore dry the contents of the page.

"Hey, Sixer" I turned my head and the first thing my eyes met was the triangle reflecting my appearance, I raised my eyebrow until he continued "Look, someone with science of humor" he laughed to return to his color, he snapped his fingers and pointed at me "Did you understand my pun?", "Of course I did, It's a simple enough thing not to" I adjusted my glasses before closing my journal, getting up from my chair and walking over to put it on the shelf next to the other books in my collection.

"You demean yourself a lot, don't you think? Give yourself some credit" he turned around as he moved forward with me, "I do credit myself but I know when things are easy, Bill" I rolled my eyes and left the room, on the stairs he was behind me "That's because you're very intelligent and perceptive, not everyone would have understood it the first time or the second" At these words I smiled but not for much since the day had exhausted me enough to use my muscles. The cabin was as lonely as the day it was finished, on one hand it was reassuring not to have to deal with those noises resulting from annoying habits of other people but on the other hand I couldn't help but feel more lonely… at least I had Bill by my side, even if I got desperate but very rarely. Maybe I should make a statistic about that.

"It's better as you are if you ask me," I heard his voice again but this time I didn't look at him, I went down step by step until I finally reached the floor. "What are you talking about?" I really had no idea, "Nobody deserves you, Ford" that confession intrigued me now in the kitchen where I didn't turn on the light bulb and only opened one of the drawers in the cupboard for a glass. "I mean, just look at you, six fingers; attractive, intelligent, funny, organized. You're out of their league, much better than all of them" he stood in my field of vision and crossed his arms, "And I doubt very much that you would settle for that anyway".

The circumstances that led to such a fatal encounter…

I closed my lips and remained silent, his words like gasoline for thoughts and speculations to nest in my head "We'll never know, they're counterfactual events and hypothetical situations" I drank from the glass I had previously filled with water "Besides, it makes me sound like a narciss-", "Hey, hey, stop your car, friend" Bill pushed and pulled his arms in the space between him and me "I don't say that with those implications, you're very humble Stanford" he moved his body in such a way that it gave the impression of shaking his head, he raised his arms "Everything you're doing will benefit humanity, for me that's not being selfish, quite the opposite" he approached and placed his elbow on my right shoulder.

"What I mean is that you're better off like this" with the open hand of the other arm he pointed at me, moving up and down, to emphasize his point. "You're happier than you could have been" I was still with my eyes on him without speaking "I'll show you" he moved away a little to extend his arm. "You trust me, right?". It was a bit strange to me that Bill used to ask about my trust in him as often as he did, but I always assumed that being someone with his powers was normal, after all it was logical that when he gave me knowledge and his friendship he needed to know that I would not misuse his generosity.

"Of course I do" I took his hand, his eye curled "You can always trust me, Sixer".

The cabin began to crumble and suddenly the environment changed to an impeccable construction that I did not recognize, at least not immediately, laughter and chatter filled my ears while my eyes ventured to get used to the interior, the sound of some open doors made me spin slightly where I saw something that squeezed my heart, in front of seats and more seats there I was, walking on the stage with a toga, I received my title and it was clear. I was graduating from West Coast Institute of Technology.

It was something unreal to see myself in this situation, to see how my face reflected true enthusiasm and happiness at achieving one of my many dreams that I had as a teenager. My parents were there, Stanley was there and his face was a mixture of pride and joy for me; disappointment, loneliness and doubt in those small details. It continued with a family celebration until the scene changed for the second time where I now worked as an inventor in a company of sorts, I knew that time moved forward thanks to the fictitious calendar, which at first filled the Stanford in front of me with motivation, now it filled him wit sadness. It caused him misery as he was limited by his contract, he no longer had time for his own projects or the family with whom he maintained contact.

And everything changed again, I was on Backupsmore and another possibility unfolded, I met someone and we developed feelings for each other and then, we get married? That would be a waste of my research time and even more so as I watched how we both settled in Gravity Falls and then started a small family, with similar results I gradually fell into the same thing: misfortune, sorrow, and suspicion due to the dissatisfaction with the life I was leading. I separated from my spouse to try to have some serenity but nothing, I constantly saw my other self immersed in the memories and torments of his decision, of the intensity of those discussions; about what was said or not said.

When I turned to the other side, my eyes widened when I found myself in front of the same person, they were talking or rather vociferating, it had taken me a moment to process that change so that their words made sense. "Who is going to want to be with someone like you, Stanford!?" Their face was like a slap that burned even before it landed aggrievedly on my face, but I couldn't mutter so shocked by the constant receipt of information "You're a damn selfish man!" they pointed accusation at me while they continued with their argument. Each syllable only served to sharpen the stake and in the end when it stuck in my heart I looked down, it seemed it could never escape me. Something I never asked for.

Then I knew that my insides were questioning and mortifying. Love is such a complicated concept for a mind like me, I have witnessed finite ways to demonstrate it and I can't seem to fully understand it, from my childhood until now, I still think that it is nothing more than frivolities that everyone pretends to know and handle. and then judge those who try to reach it with simplicity.

On many occasions I had witnessed my father's demonstrations towards Stanley and much more aware when they were for me. So many times I heard the expectations, his disappointments or simply his thoughts about us and each time I felt the need to relieve him but without leaving my brother aside, I wanted to be the one who was deserving enough to let me into his vulnerability and let him know that just as he loved me, I loved him. His words...they hurt , they made me feel insufficient and had the same effect on my brother but... I guess it was his way of showing that we were important, that he knew we could be even better.

That's how this person vanished and windows surrounded me to show hundreds of other situations, no matter how different they were, they all ended in disappointment "Do you see what I mean?" Bill finally decided to make his presence again and with an irritated attitude. He stayed in front of my eyes without the windows stopping rotating around us "They wouldn't appreciate you, six fingers. They are the selfish ones, the fatuous ones who couldn't stand someone as genuine as you" with his hands he enlarged one of the windows that remains motionless to show the image "Even before you moved here" my mother appears, then my father, Stanley and other people with whom I once crossed paths "They hurt you but expect you to give everything for them without complaining" he sighs "And that is why this is better for you".

"You have me by your side, I have seen what the others have not" now we moved to the usual space and he made me sit down, a cup of tea in hand "And I feel very lucky that it was you who called me and not a trashy scientist or something like that" he rolled his eye and I just laughed, I adjusted my glasses with a little push of my index finger and sipped the liquid "I'm the lucky one, Cipher. It is not an everyday occurrence that such an intriguing and wise being decides to respond to my call" I thought the conversation would go to a more pleasant one immediately but Bill just looked at me "You are very important to me, Sixer" I didn't know what to do or say, because of the seriousness with which he said it "I need you... I would love to be in your dimension to spend more time with you, you know?" I stood up to finally be able to say something until his laughter was the next thing "I mean, at this point you are like my family and that is what all those corny things do to someone" I smiled and nodded, amused at his choice of words "Do you also need me as much as I need you, six fingers?"

"I need you, Bill".

Years later, standing on the bow looking out over the vast sea, he meditated while the other Pines was resting. The waves combined with their reflections induced a peaceful state but a hollowness different from the others persisted. The movement reminded him of thoughts and internal debates at his worst, where he let himself be dragged into the darkness and suffer in it.

If he jumped, it was likely that he would find the sense to live, he was barely visible due to the stars that saw themselves still, the wood under his feet did not creak or seemed to recognize him, a ghost in pain that wanders in the icy night. He took a step closer to the edge but didn't take anything off, the weight would do. But with half his feet suspended and the other half still on the dock he stayed like that. How long did it take until his heart even beat? When he regained consciousness he was in his bed without a shirt or any clothing for his torso, mere soaked socks the only fabric on his body other than the blankets that maintained an acceptable temperature.

The next morning he left the cabin and walked unconsciously into the forest. Some creatures that he had already studied looked out timidly when they saw the afflicted figure of the man, who acted with the nature of a magnet. He arrived at an area where the trees contained peculiar lines that kept following him. Murmurs began to greet him and say nonsense. When he tried to ignore him, he realized where he was standing and froze. Thousands of eyes stared at him without blinking, they did not have an iris so the blackness of the pupil made him more gloomy and as if they were reading his thoughts, they began to manifest throughout him until he was no longer but a cluster of these organs.

He had come to consider removing his eyes, the simple fact of remembering that he had those orbs caused the most unpleasant reactions in his body, the immediate rejection of a similar object in a metaphorical or literal way, in any information format, just like the other geometric figure. What was once a paradise in their home now behaved like hell. His knuckles were still in limited recovery but his mind was an uncertain omen.

Or he would see his wrists that palely denoted something that he had come to hate and he would think that perhaps, with the help of some instruments he could manage to remove those ropes from his entire body, no matter how long or how painful it meant that Bill would not be able to use him never again. And he tried. What did it matter, if he was already alien to any humanity. His mania for sharp things was not discouraged, if there was the possibility of being there, it was, but; of not, did it by force. Like that time, one of the many times.

It was a moment like the other, he was wandering through the forest, now the ardor flamed between the distances from one flora to another, the aberrant calm. His body rocked because his swollen feet tried not to feel his condition, as well as making himself sick until he couldn't take it anymore and sat down against a tree. He removed his glasses to rub his eyelids with the impression of not being lucid. When he opened them, he realized that the tree in front that reached to the heavens was no longer a tree, a block splintered in its place surrounded by other thorns as a replacement. He knelt before standing on his feet and walking until the tips of his shoes touched the messy roots and he got back on his knees, his hands resting on the edge of this circle, how could he see in such detail without his glasses on?

There was no room for that question because he hunched over and brought his face closer…closer…even closer. His skin instinctively repelled his face but the word is there, instinct. Macabre allusion when the fine fabric did not hold for long and spilled on the wood until its anatomy prevented it from breaking, he moved away with complicated motion as some tried to continue in him, and at a slightly considerable distance. Whipping. And the snap didn't take long. Paralyzed it oozed with more current, the thorns appropriated the rest until they swallowed the last piece.

He hurriedly opened his eyes and sheltered his head to check that everything was still together to get out of there without waiting. It was just a dream.

Few interactions with other people made his delusions worse, strangers who were crafty, stupid, lacking in judgment, narcissistic, filthy... he was 100% sure that they reeked of Cipher. But he would not make that 'knowledge' evident, with his hands and elbows on the table he turned his back to the costumers and workers, he knew that they were watching him with that damned smile and those devilish eyes. Disgust to the one who touched his shoulder, his left imprisoned the outer wrist but what he saw was fear in normal pupils and a short circuit occurred within his logic, his face became grim when the woman began to laugh.

Another woman followed a few tables in front, so that like an infection all the faces would lengthen. Without control he imitated, the sweat reflected the terror that the experience gave him, his right hooked half of his face. His nerves had jammed as well as his vocal cords with the same sound quality as a phonograph. At the windows, palms slapped against this surface, their eyes moved quickly and in the opposite direction to the complement of their pair "I still have my eyes on ya, Stanford" they spoke in unison "Too bad you won't have any!" and some of the limbs that were hitting the windows passed through them and lunged at him, with specific emphasis on his eyes. He bent down and pulled the woman so he could leave the establishment.

Was it a good idea to have sent that postcard? It made him an easier target, he didn't know what Bill's supposed henchman could do to find him but if he was under his orders it was common sense that he already knew his location. There was no way to know what tactics he would be able to use. It could even already be at his house and he wouldn't know it.

He was so small next to him, he could fit in the palm of his two-dimensional hand and peel millimeter layer by millimeter layer to do whatever he wanted with the raw materials and waste. Previous enjoyment, at this moment repulsion for what is felt. When he turned the handle and the door gave him permission to enter, everything contained his essence, from the rugs to the money he carried with him. With his chest almost touching one of the tapestries, he wrapped himself up and inhaled the intoxicating fragrance, pressing it to his ribs. and began to rub his face against the fabric. As he raised his head, it was now suspended by his semi-extended arms, he looked at the ceiling and tears flowed. He still needed him.

"Wow" Bill spined his cane while he continued to see me in the mirror "It looks great on you, tiger" I arched my eyebrows without stopping smiling "Really?" I turned my body while taking my eyes off the mirror and adjusted my coat "Do you call me a liar?" he made clicking sounds and helped to adjust the garment "Come on, man…you're pretty much the definition of romantic, Beethoven would be jealous" this made me laugh and I restated my posture now with my fingers adjusting my neck, I had to admit that the costume was quite refined and just as I expected a period costume to feel.

"Ready to go?" he bowed and took off his hat that I reciprocated with another bow, we walked until we reached the place of the event where the most outstanding intellectuals of all time waited with cocktails in hand and chatting with each other. When I entered I had a drink and went to talk to a small group with Bill's company, even with the magnitude of the revelation I did not feel nervous, in fact, I was sure of myself and deep down I did not care what opinions they would give me as soon as the curtain came off.

When the time struck we both took the lead and gave a speech, his jokes were not lacking. When I pulled the curtain and the portal was in sight I heard exclamations, there was a silence until everyone began to applaud and ask its mechanism, my smile was so big that Cipher pushed his elbow against my arm and we only smiled before addressing the others to answer their questions.

When I woke up I didn't wait to stand up and go to work in the portal.

He remembers when his palate caught the improper corroded and pulled his upper lip that showed his red teeth in the mirror, he ran a finger to clean them but did not investigate further, convinced that Bill, by using his body got into a fight and that this was a mixture of his fluids with those of others. There were several times that it was repeated and that he decided to accept his explanation. How much had he done while using his body? For God's sake, the photographs showed him but he was a piece of something bigger, what repulsive things that being must have been capable of.

During the 30 years out of his dimension the thirst for revenge never paled, on the contrary, it grew stronger with each day that he felt his blood boil at every mention of his name. He lived for that, he had to… to see the day when Bill Cipher ceased to be a threat to reality.

But he never expected his defeat to happen in the circumstances in which they occurred. Seeing his brother with his head down and now empty as him, added to his guilt and afflictions, Stanley was always strong, determined and confident in his eyes. The other side of the coin.

The days went as the whole family and even Soos or Wendy helped Stan regain his memory and with that he tried to get his life back, which he now knew Stanley didn't take from him but Bill.

He used to think that he had to give everything to receive the minimum, but when he returned and got forgiveness… love… It was difficult to accept it at first but the night he found old photographs as well as home videos from his childhood that the brothers reminisced about, something changed.

"I can't believe you actually did that," he put his hand on his stomach and laughed, Stanley only crossed his legs and arms before extending his last ones with a failed attempt to look annoyed at the comment "It's pure comedy! A brainiac like you wouldn't understand my developed sense of humor" a blow landed on his twin's shoulder. "It drives ladies crazy" "Oh, I don't doubt it, completely crazy," he nodded mockingly in his way of doing it.

Stan hit him again "Idiot" Ford rubbed himself before returning the blow with greater force, to be fair "Nerd". After a while sleep began to come to them, Ford put his head on the shoulder of his hand while his held the bowl on his lap, and on the verge of succumbing to it he heard "I love you, Ford" a long second passed until the words came out of his mouth "I love you too, Stanley."

People could love him for who he was, not for how deserving he could get that affection.

He continued with his eyes on the wide sea remembering the details of his whole life and with that voice that told him that he was still broken. "Ford, the children are calling us!-- Stan shouted on the other side of the Stan O' War II, "Coming!" so he made his way, but not before stopping and turning to see the sea again, with an inhalation of the salty air he whispered, "I don't need you."

"Hurry up, Poindexter or else I'll throw you overboard" the sound of the seagulls, he pushed his glasses higher and resumed his steps. "Greetings children, how are my favorite kids of all dimensions?", "Uncle Ford!".