You're Not Really All That, All-Black
So here I am - a gun to my head and my finger hovering over the Symbiote tab. Whatever shall I do besides boop it with the power of a thousand suns! If I wasn't a dang chicken.
Me: "Okay chief, all is good. . Wallet is in my right pocket but I have no money. Just don't twitch on me."
Thug: "Shut it boy" (the heck, i'm a grown ass man you jack off) I'll check for myself.
Truthfully, that's all it took was to call me a boy. I was raised by my grandparent's, I got old school lessons, and the first thing you never do is a call a man a BOY. My finger might have slipped and I tapped away at the screen only I could see.
A dark red slime emerges from my fingers and crawls up my arm - and if that ain't freaky for you, Mr. Twitchy thought it was. Because he twitched and I screamed when the gun fired. Like screamed screamed. Like fangirls and groupies had nothing on me today. Not sure if I should be proud of that. Thankfully my symbiote is fast and caught the freaking bullet like it was freaking Bruce Leung from Kung Fu Hustle.
Thug: "What the. . freak! What the hell is that thing?!"
{Finally free! Took you long enough, boy}
What is it with everyone calling me a boy - I'm getting exasperated at this point. But hey, could you. . oh my, tentacle to the mouth. Seen enough to know to look away and cover my ears.
Thug: "GAAGGGH"- gurgle gurgle fwip
Did. . did you just swallow the thug whole. Omg no no no. I don't want him inside me. . you. . us. Just no!
{Shush boy, I was staaaaaaarving. And still am}
And with that - my symbiote swallowed me.
What? No!
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You know I kinda expected more. Like see another bright light that I would float to - or maybe be sent back to the R.S tech crew to complain - heck, or just simply vanish. But crouching on the ground and hearing my Symbiote ranting and raving about how she couldn't devour me was not expected.
Oh yes, she is a lady. Maybe not at the moment with the kind of words she was using, but she is a lady none the less.
{-MN DIE YOU SCUM! YOU SHOULD BE ABSORBING INTO MY BEING}
Looking around I can see she may have messed up. Minor Gamer Ability you rock. I guess I might have a limited version of the Gamer's Mind because she can't take over my body. Heh, I'm slightly amused. Time to go hide in the bushes before someone sees me.
{Are you listening to me?!}
"Yeah, I am now. So what's up?"
{What's up?! WHAT'S UP?! WHAT'S UP IS THAT I CANNOT BE RID OF YOU!}
"Yeah - I've heard that line a few times. So who are you?"
{Sigh}
Uuuu, I think I hurt her feelings. That's not good. Grandma raised me better than that.
{I am the All-Black Klyntar. The first created and mother to all Klyntar. The God Knull created me to assist him in killing all Celestials. And now. . I'M STUCK TO A CHILD THAT HAS NO IDEA WHO I AM!}
"Ah. Well hi there. I'm Richard. Otherworlder and a reincarnated soul - maybe even brain damaged at this point because I am taking this a little too easily. But meh. Roll with the waves, not against them. Unless you're being dragged out to sea where you can drown, then fight with everything."
{God Knull save me. I cannot handle this imbecile}
"So a question for you oh so all mighty Klyntar."
{Just speak - what is it}
"Can I call you Abby - because A.B. just sounds weird in my head and also, why do I look like a dark red version of the Blue Man Group aren't you supposed to be "All-Black"?"
[Please. Any Celestial that i havn't killed. Just please smite me and end this}
"Oh come on, at least I'm a decent guy and not shutting you away. Come on, talk to me. I'm not disappearing anytime soon. So you may as well chat."
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"Hello? Are. You. There? I'm, Still. Heeeerree~"
{Oh you insufferable child! Leave me to wallow in silence!}
"But you never asked my question. I'm crouching in the bushes here, with no control over the costume, and believe me when I say that red cannot blend in with green."
{Fine! If it will make you shut up}
"It might." I shrugged
{I'm the All-Black for i was created from God Knull's shadow and temepered with the blood of a fallen Celestial. I am red. . for I have bathed in the blood of countless Gods and Celestials in a war from aeons ago. AND I AM NOT A COSTUME!}
Yeesh, gringy much aren't ya. "Well didn't mean to hurt your feelings, so bygones?"
{Grrr}
"Okay okay. Can you retract "yourself" or something? Because I am not walking around the city. . . Oh my god!!!!"
{What? What is it?}
"I'm. . I'm FIT! Like Soren Falby F.I.T! What happened?!"
{I am a Klyntar. Or Symbiote to you lesser beings. We merge with our hosts and correct them. Or fix you to be more correct. You had a large amount of imperfections to correct while we've been conversing}
Wow.
"I never even noticed. I really should fix that. Hey, can you fix that too?"
{I cannot fix your damaged mind. There is simply no saving you}
"Hey, that was mean."
{Honesty is my Policy}
"What about the whole murder death kill thing you got going on?"
{My Pleasure}
I could hear the creepy smile. That's just not right. Waaaay too creepy.
"So you gonna recede away?"
{I cannot. You. . control me}
Ooohhh. Let me think on this. Just think receding thoughts?
Hey! It worked. Awesome~
As she recedes back into my skin (shudders) I take note of myself. I'm still the same way she changed me and now my clothes don't fit me right. Gotta toss the work shirt too, guess I'll throw it away in my inventory. Never know when you could use it again.
That's when I lost my lunch. God dammit man.
In my inventory was the remains of my would be murderer. I could even see some of the meat still on his bones. Just. . Ugh. At least my new friend "The Bush" is well fed now. Hey! His gun is also in my inventory, can sell that. Even have his money added - I'm now sitting at a nice $244.78. I should be able to get a room at a motel now at least.