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Are you sure this is the best idea?
We can sense someone inside. Hurry.
To everyone else, you look like one of the older kids of this charter school. Someone who was lucky enough to win that lottery that families rely on to make sure their child’s future is secured. You could feel that small part of your mind wondering if they knew you don’t belong here. The shimmer of your uniform and your nervous glances at the people passing you could be up for interpretation. What you hope is that nobody will discover that you really don’t belong here.
What you also hope for is that nobody discovers that you’re carrying an alien from another dimension.
Your fingers fidgeting the straps of your backpack didn’t help either. This is your first time skipping school, and most likely won’t be your last. Your usual haul of notebooks and miscellaneous crap had a spare change of actual clothes, two mobile phone chargers, and ‘treats’ for when the symbiotic companion gets testy.
Fake it ‘til you make it. Fake it ‘til you make it. Fake it-Ow! The hell, Vee?
Your interloping navigator had the balls to pinch a painful nerve in your body.
Focus. We’ll eat anyone who stops us.
I sure hope it doesn’t have to resort to that.
With shaky legs, you ascended up the stairs to the entrance. This was going to be very difficult-
Actually, this was easier than you thought. The first thing you see upon opening the doors were two students, a boy and a girl, latched onto each other running in circles. The boy had his hand in the girl’s blonde hair while the girl was yelling at him to relax or something. You wouldn’t mind the two if it wasn’t for the fact the weird vibes Venom is prone to get intensifies two-fold at the sight. You felt a migraine coming on.
Suddenly, the girl grappled the guy and dragged him to the nurse’s office with little difficulty.
We need to follow them.
”Yeah, I know.” Vocally responding to your companion got you some weird glances. It's not like they're going to see you after today anyway.
One of those two is the key to get this parasite in you back to his natural habitat...but who, exactly? Well, you weren’t going to solve that question by standing around.
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Your body froze up outside the nurse’s office. Walking in there and introducing yourself sounded like a better idea on paper. You lost your chance with the boy, but the idea of pursuing him was quelled when you witnessed him getting chased by who you assumed was the security officer of this school. With your senses going off, there was no doubt that the girl was in there. She had to be.
The only thing stopping you from barging in was the realization of everything that happened to you. Trying to explaining it all and running the risk of being labeled not only a lunatic but a trespasser too.
What’s the problem?
I’m nervous. So nervous in fact that you didn’t realize you were circling outside the door. What did you expect me to do? Walk in there and say ‘Hey, I’m harboring an alien from space, but like another dimension’s space that needs to go home.’?
There was no response from Venom. You hoped he had something better in that intergalactic ooze of his.
At the start of another loop, your body froze up. The instinctual thought was to start moving again but your joints have locked up as if you lost all-
On cue, your body moved to the door.
We’re going in.
We don’t have a plan!
We don’t have time!
“Vee, stop! We can’t just barge in!” Your pleas fell deaf as you were left in the passenger seat of your own body. You felt your hand gripping the doorknob when it opened on its own. Considering how you got control of your body back, it’s safe to assume it wasn’t Venom’s doing. Standing in the doorway was an older woman in a white coat and colorful scrubs, and she seemed surprised to see you as you were of her.
"Oh! I didn’t see you there.” She forced a small laugh as she placed a hand on her chest, acting like she wasn’t that startled. “Are you feeling well?”
Out of habit, you scratched the back of your neck as you try to read the faded nametag. “S-Sorry to bother you, Nurse Mo...ore.” You mentally praised Venom on the teamwork, but you’ll have to scold him later for not using his inside voice. You pretended to be clearing your throat before continuing, “Whoops, that sore throat again. Must be that strep going around.” You too forced out a laugh, but it didn’t seem to catch on to her. “A...Anyways, I saw my friend getting dragged here earlier. Is she okay? Is it anything life threatening?”
You could see her eyes soften at your concerns. “She’s fine. Her hair, on the other hand, is another story. Someone didn’t wash their hands and got his glue stained hand in it.” Ouch. That sounds painful. “You can go in and see her, but you need to get to class soon.” Just then, the warning bell rang throughout the building. “...Actually, I need to run a small errand to the teacher’s lounge. I’ll write you a pass if you’re still here when I return.”
“I will. Thank you.” With that, the nurse exited her workplace. You almost wanted to tell her to take her time, because who knows how long it’ll take to explain your story to the other girl inside. To make things worse, as if she knew you were talking about her outside, her eyes were immediately on you as you entered. You could see the left side of her hair freshly buzzed off, and if you two met under better circumstances you would've complemented it.
Alright. No pressure. Just lay it on her, but not too much.
You cleared your throat and said, “...Hey.” Way to go.
”...Hi?” She replied. ”Who...are you?”
Before you could babble off your origin story, your pseudo-spidey-sense went off followed by your vision going black. You weren’t surprised that you had another seizure as you’re greeted with the girl over your prone body, her face blocking the too bright lamp overhead.
“You’re like me.” She said.
“Not...entirely, I guess.” As you catch your breath, you could feel Venom moving inside you. It felt like he was unraveling himself from you but at the same time still attached. Your body shot up on its own and at the corner of your eye, you could see a black oozy tendril with your companion’s face on it. “It’s...complicated. I’m (First Name), by the way."