OH SHIT-

Wait, no, I think I’ve heard about it before! It’s what happens when you knock somebody unconscious I think. Not entirely sure though, it may also mean “death?” (Ex; sleeping with the fishies, asleep six feet under, etc etc)

Alright. It is time to go rest. I’ll talk to each and everyone one of you tomorrow and I’m creating something for a few of you. Stay updated and SLEEP! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD! SLEEP!

Good night!

“Ahah…” Parasite tried to put on a smile in response (though it failed miserably, it was all teeth and no eyes). A spider, great, they wouldn’t be able to take this one as their hosts in that case after all, they didn’t want another Peter incident on their hands,

“I… Yes, I guess you could say that it’s not me-“ Parasite quickly cleared their throat, trying to hide their hosts call for help why was this person being so difficult if it wasn’t for them they could’ve just moved on and found a new host already

“I mean… Sorry about that. It’s… Do you-“ Parasite paused again, trying to think of the least suspicious way to phrase their question. “-Happen to know any hang-out spots? Preferably areas that have some people, but are isolated from busy crowds and whatnot?”

“Hey, you! Spider…”

Parasite Alice paused, trying to regain control of their host’s body again why did they keep on fighting Parasites control why did they pick a host that was so difficult we need a new host soon FIND ONE

“What do you… What’s your opinion on symbiotes? What do you know about them?”

Parasite-Alice leaned up against a fire escape, her expression blank and emotionless.

Gwen froze and pulled her mask back down, spinning on her toes to face the newcomer. She hadn't even realized someone was there. She had to get a grip.

She tried not to seem too out of breath or panicky, but they'd likely be well aware if they'd been there for any time at all. They hadn't mentioned it yet, however.

It took a moment to process their question. She had to get a grip first. There wasn't a clear threat.

"...In theory? They're very interesting," That was flat. Not enough. This was a biology question, she liked biology. "I mean, I don't know a lot. But parasites are always interesting to learn about." She didn't know why this was one of the topics she always hedged on. Realistically, she knew her feelings. But this was one of the things where she had to test the dirt, to find her footing, before she could state her opinion. Especially because she still didn't know this person.

"I don't have anything against them. Certainly not the hosts, they are actively hurt in the exchange," She wrung her hands together. Paused. "I think my interest lands in what is best for the host and what they prefer." That shouldn't have been too far. No matter the harm inflicted on others, the host was a person in the exchange. And yet she found her grimacing as if she'd stated the most controversial opinion in the world. It was stupid.

"Uh, may I ask who you are? And what your opinion is?"

BAGELSPOTMANDUDE SHOULD GET A SYMBIOTE I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE (if I was, theoretically a symbiote, of course which I am totally not)

“Oh! Your hosts, you mean?”

Parasite perked up at that, seemingly much more engaged in the conversation and no longer half zoned out as they heard the mention of VICE’S host (One would think that the mention of something so sensitive would make Parasite offended, but oftentimes it had quite the opposite effect).

“Well, Recluse and Bluejay sound like very nice people. Keep them safe and close, if you can.”

A small blob, the size of a subway rat approaches. It is grey, with a full spectrum of colors dancing over it.

“Hello. We I have not met another of my kind before. I am VICE.”

— @bluejayandvice

“Salutations, little one!”

Parasite crouched down to Vice, their eyes wide as they examined the symbiote

“Vice, you say? I’m Parasite. It’s a pleasure meeting another!”

Don’t worry, I’m usually pretty cooperative and fine with most stuff.

Except with eating people. That I still struggle with a bit.

If you kill all your hosts have you ever thought about bonding with a Deadpool?

I…

…

@d-adpool WADE, GET OVER HERE I GOTTA TRY SOMETHING

OOC

Reblog if you are okay with people pestering your characters about literally anything

“Oh…” Parasite’s voice was almost… Sympathetic? Sorrowful? Comforting? One of those.

“I’m sorry for your loss, little one.”

It hesitated again, before carefully speaking again.

“May I… Ask who did that? Who were the humans were studying you. I mean, you don’t need to tell me if you don’t know or don’t want to or anything-“ They quickly added on.

A small blob, the size of a subway rat approaches. It is grey, with a full spectrum of colors dancing over it.

“Hello. We I have not met another of my kind before. I am VICE.”

— @bluejayandvice

“Salutations, little one!”

Parasite crouched down to Vice, their eyes wide as they examined the symbiote

“Vice, you say? I’m Parasite. It’s a pleasure meeting another!”

“Hm.”

For the most part, Parasite was quiet as they watched. Occasionally, they’d speak up with a question about why they acted that way, or why they did certain things.

*Wheelie skips over to the spot that Parasite said and he looks around.*

Heyyyy, I’m here!

*He’s wearing a bright pink unicorn hoodie and pink cargo pants so he shouldn’t be too hard to spot.*

@wheelbarrowofstagefourcancer

Parasite drops from the tree, letting go of the ant they had temporarily grabbed onto.

“Hey! Over here!”

The small alien moved closer, looking up at them.

“Fair enough. Unfortunately the flesh was rotting too much- and i felt a bit guilty too. Probably that last part, actually.”

Another of our kind, fascinating, to think others share our idea!

@rage-the-symbiote aka a @wasteland-squog-baby side blog

“Oh, hello! You’re a symbiote too, I see! It’s always such a pleasure to meet another of our own kind.”

“Unfortunately I have yet to find a permanent host. I had one in the past, but… They are long gone. I’m still searching, though, I will admit, I’ve started to loose some hope along the way. What about your host? How did you find them?”

Another of our kind, fascinating, to think others share our idea!

@rage-the-symbiote aka a @wasteland-squog-baby side blog

“Oh, hello! You’re a symbiote too, I see! It’s always such a pleasure to meet another of our own kind.”