As noticed, I've taken a lot of liberties with the SSM verse. This fic does take place 4 years after it, after all. Decided to take some ideas Greg had and adapt them in my own way. But no worries, everything will be cleared up soon. Stay tuned ;)

"Ugh….where in the-"

Peter, in his Spider-Man outfit, stood up from the cold ground, taking a good look at his surroundings.

Smokes, chimneys, a few buildings. It was somewhere in New York, for sure.

Or not.

He wasn't sure.

What he was more concerned about, was how did he get here?! Last thing he remembers, he got home after a long day and a heated argument with Tony Stark.

"….This isn't home."

He took a good look at his arm, noticing the blue and red pattern of his suit.

"Oh c'mon! I took this off! What-"

Before he could finish, he heard an explosion just ahead of him. Naturally, his instinct told him to check it out, he can't risk the lives of any innocents.

When he got in close sight of the building, covered in smoke, something in him tells him that he's seen this place before.

"This…this building…"

"You don't even remember. We're heartbroken."

That voice. He's heard it before. The voice that echoes different tones of voice, all put in one as if the being was composed of two minds. That familiar voice he's sure he's heard from something, or someone.

"Who…."

"We won't be showing our face, but you will remember, bro"

Peter's white lenses widened, he's full of shock. Was this another dream? It had to be. It had to be another stupid vision, something he was getting real sick of.

Peter slowly tilted his head to the back, only to see nothing.

Nothing but darkness and shadows. All light completely dimmed out.

Peter turned back to the burning building, only to see it completely gone without any trace of it ever being there.

Nobody with him except the voice of whoever this all too familiar person Peter hasn't seen in a long time, one who Peter is very sure is the one here.

"….What is this? Where…"

"So you do remember? Good to know that you won't just forget us, after all we've done to you."

"You? Harm me?" Peter chuckled after stating, "Gimme a break."

"Well, we did harm you good enough. But this is another situation. You were the one that needed our help."

"….With what?"

"Wow. Bad memory much, Parker?" The voice chuckled loudly.

Peter still couldn't believe it. Seeing him again, it was so unreal! The last time he saw him, it was in a battle with-

"Known serial killer? Offspring of a half of us? Red and black goop?"

"Cletus."

"Took you long enough, Parker."

More and more of Peter's memory started coming back. How was he having such a hard time remembering? He doesn't know. It might be the dream's process.

Meaning this could be planned. But by who? Or what?

"A-and it all happened in Ravencroft!"

That was what the burning building was. It was made a real number on it that day.

"Mhm, where one half of us came to reunite with the one placed in the mental institute, with that psycho. We must say, the renewal of our bond was a great day, but it sadly had to come with the price of creating an offspring…"

"Which bonded to Kasady, your roommate!"

"Correct. Your memory isn't as bad as we thought it'd be, congrats, bro."

"We stopped being brothers a long time ago, E-"

The voice was able to stop him right before he dropped that name.

"You forgot about the truce too? After Kasady's massacre?We take it back, your memory is awful."

"It was a temporary truce."

"But we did what we were told, we left to do other things other than make you miserable!"

"So how are you here?"

The voice would let out a sigh. First time Peter's ever heard one from him, actually.

Peter quickly put his hand on his head, remembering one of his older thoughts

"Wait, wait. This is a dream, isn't it?"

"You saved yourself from the embarrassment."

Peter scoffed "Yeah, whatever."

Peter looked around at his surroundings a little more, covered by the smoke in it. It barely had a smell

"So uh, what's the point of this 'vision'?" He'd say, making air quotations when mentioning the last word.

"Straight to it, appreciate the enthusiasm."

"That wasn't what I was looking for-"

"And we weren't finished."

Long silence followed. Peter raised his finger about to make a point, but he really had no point to say.

"...Nevermind, just go on-"

"You've been gifted recently, Parker,"

He got interrupted too. Nice. But Peter had to listen to what would be said.

"Gifted with another mind. A long dormant side of you ready to finally awaken. A partner, you might say. Two minds acting as one."

Peter, naturally, had no idea about what he was talking about. Though, it could be the explanation to his recent mutation. Could it be that his recent changes could be the cause of something deeper?

"...

Go on."

"You aren't so different to us, Parker"

"Hold it right there," Getting compared to someone like this guy? Peter wasn't going to take it. "You've hurt countless of innocents, all in an effort to make me suffer, and I'm apparently similar to you? Is it because you have a 'two minds' thing too? Give me a b-"

"You take a break, and let us explain..."

All the sudden, Peter felt like his surroundings started getting smaller and smaller. As if he was going to get squished by it at any second.

"Remind us what happened to Gwen, George, Harry, Norman, all those people you loved so much..."

Peter was more than ready to throw as much curses as possible, but was soon distracted by the black goo starting to crawl all over him, all coming out of the surroundings.

"Dead, right? May we remind you how?

Because of you.

Your crusade on trying to be a hero, it's killed so many people, including those you care about the most. Having to accomplish with your responsibilities is also taking so many opportunities away from you..."

Peter started struggling as the black goo went from a tiny nuisance in his arm to a big cocoon slowly covering his body.

"...Spider-Man is destroying the life of Peter Parker, just as our original mission intended. Did we also mention that like us, people consider you a freak?"

Peter could no longer move. The only spot that wasn't covered up or squished were his wide lenses.

"Your other half recognizes this, it wants you and your loved ones to finally be at peace..."

Out of the darkness came a face. White eyes, sharp fangs forming once the creatures mouth opened, along with a giant tongue, and to top it off, a sadistic grin.

"W-what are you doing?! We had a truce! We had a-"

"Oh we aren't trying to harm you, we're thanking you! For accomplishing our mission! For continuing to slowly destroy your reputation as Spider-Man and your life as Peter Parker!

Spider-Man is your Venom, the key to our mission!"

The creatures mouth opened even wider, big enough to bite a head. Which is exactly what the creature did to Peter, as if it were ready to crush his head.

"The connections are so clear, because you are us! And as long as you are Spider-Man, your life will only worsen!"

Peter's cries for help were useless as he was soon covered by the darkness.

Leaving him to see nothing.

Peter's Apartment.

Peter flipped out of his bed, almost jumping out of it.

"…..E-Eddie?"

He took a good glare at his room.

"Oh c'mon. ANOTHER vision? This is getting so old!"

In the midst of his complaining, he grabbed his phone, looking at the time.

Only few minutes were left to get to class.

In an effort to get to class as early as possible, he got his bookbag ready, and had just the right amount of time to make a sandwich.

He then opened his closet to get his clothes.

And right next to his clothes on the hanger, he saw the main object in it, his Spider-Man suit.

Peter reached out for the suit, but hesitated.

He already discussed this with himself, about taking a break for a while. Keeping out of trouble, at this time, will prevent him from transforming. And the less of that, the better.

Every other time he's gotten into action, it kicks in. Every time. And citizens only get hurt, and the word of his situation just spreads.

It's not that he worried about his reputation; he's worried about the kinds of consequences a thing like this can bring on him. Just like Eddie said, being Spider-Man is starting to make a number on his life, more than ever on a situation like this.

Peter slammed the closet door, leaving it behind as he left the room.

"Just one day…" he whispered. "…Or at least a week."