In the midst of the dark sky, only a few streetlights provided some illumination to the place. The well-kept square had many trees that seemed to glow under the moonlight, creating a calm and relaxing atmosphere.
And it was in the middle of that harmonious place that our "hero" finally began to understand his current situation.
— Fuck, I hope I still have that damn bench to sleep on! — said Shinkuro while running.
After waking up on a random park bench, he discovered he was in a public square.
His first instinct?
Wake up, get up and check the time, thinking he was late for work. There was only one problem.
First, his documents weren't in his pocket. He only had a cellphone and an ID written in a language he didn't even know, but somehow could read. Second, he stopped at a fountain in the square to wash his face and saw his reflection. That was NOT his face. Third, his name wasn't Shinkuro. He wasn't even Japanese, but somehow he knew that was the truth.
He had a very clear memory of being run over by a truck. For Shinkuro, who was 17 years old, it was pretty easy to understand what had happened.
He had been sent to another world. However, looking around, he felt quite indignant.
What the hell kind of isekai is this?
Examining that modern public square, Shinkuro looked around and felt that he had really gotten unlucky.
It was very late at night. He didn't have internet to use on his phone. And looking at the messages with the parents of this body, he had just been kicked out of the house.
Arriving at the bench, luckily empty, Shinkuro lay there and looked at the starry sky at midnight.
— This new life won't be easy...
Exhausted by the whole new situation, he closed his eyes and slept.
Transition brought to you by Miwa, who's playing with Kirby.
Shinkuro opened his eyes and woke up.
Or maybe not, he couldn't be sure. The place was strange, a floor covered in some kind of black liquid, but it was still possible to walk on it. One of those non-Newtonian fluids?
Who knows, but what really caught the attention there was some kind of giant cocoon. It pulsed strangely and the whole place seemed to tremble with each pulse.
Despite everything, Shinkuro felt no fear, no nervousness, no frustration. Shinkuro felt at home.
The cocoon called to him. It belonged to Shinkuro, could be whatever he wanted.
Looking at the cocoon with confidence, Shinkuro felt he needed to decide quickly.
His son should be strong. Should be useful. But at the moment, Shinkuro thought it would be better to create something that made himself stronger instead of commanding while defenseless.
— Venom, awaken. It is time for you to exist and serve your creator.
Transition displayed by Maki flexing her biceps.
Shinkuro woke up.
This time, however, he was sure he was awake. Opening his eyes, which were pointed at the sky, he was brutally hit by the morning sunlight.
Dazed, he stood up quickly and shook himself to try to recover. The effect of the sun in his eyes passed quickly, but the chills from that "dream"? That wouldn't go away. He vividly remembered the feeling — the safety, the power, and that wonderful feeling of control.
There was no one around and the sun had just risen. Shinkuro felt that maybe it was stupid, but he had to try.
Remembering the dream, he took a deep breath and said:
— Wake up, Venom, it's time to serve your creator. — said Shinkuro, remembering his dream.
— What do you desire, Father? — said a terrifying voice coming from his shoulder.
Turning around scared, Shinkuro, a 17-year-old who had never seen anything very grotesque, couldn't help but almost piss his pants.
A head was held up by black tentacles coming out of the flesh on Shinkuro's shoulder. Its huge, menacing eyes were completely white with no pupils, and its enormous, razor-sharp teeth stared at him.
— My God, you're way more horrendous in person! — said Shinkuro, frightened.
Remembering the Venom from the movies, shows, and Marvel cartoons, Shinkuro thought he wouldn't have a problem facing it, but he realized he was wrong.
The head showed a worried expression through its completely clear eyes before seemingly getting an idea and changing form right in front of Shinkuro.
Now, held by the tentacles coming out of the scared man's skin, was a human head of a beautiful and delicate woman with blue hair.
— Is this more to your liking, Father? — said the creature, now with a beautiful face and a sweet voice that gave Shinkuro chills.
— Now you're a damn severed head on my shoulder! Change back to what you were before! — said the man, exasperated.
As the head returned to its original form, Shinkuro took a deep breath.
Shit, that was crazy as hell. Did this symbiote come from my "dream"?
— Yes, Father — replied Venom, even though Shinkuro hadn't said those words aloud.
Now speechless, the man sat on the bench and sighed.
Whatever... I need money