5 Chapter 5: This is Not What I Wanted!

For my whole twenty years of life, I've not really done anything with my life, simply going with the flow of society and lived my days out like any other person.

But with a ridiculous amount of time spent just drifting about, I've begun to lose motivation to do... just about anything really...

I'm simply a wholly ordinary and average guy, in no way special or impressive, which had always been a great regret of mine.

Not being particularly handsome, smart, talented, or a hard-worker, I honestly lost all motivation to do pretty much anything worthwhile since I didn't truly find any purpose in living a life that meant nothing in the grand scheme of things.

Not saying that I'm suicidal or something, I simply had resigned myself to living out that life of a random nobody, finding whatever interests me to keep myself going, in my utterly boring and uninteresting life. Ohh, and seeing my crush every once in a while! That helped.

So instead, I ended up being drawn to fantasy and fanfiction, like a pedo to a preschool.

What I definitely did not fantasize about was me having to blitz through a forest like an armless, legless, faceless thing, rolling between the trees. Like a turd, in the wind.

While having a freaking fire-breathing wolf chasing after me!?!!

So how did that happen? You might ask. Gather around children! Uncle Pizza has a story to tell-

(Flashback-no-jutsu)

As I finally accepted my predicament, I set out to find a solution to my problem. The problem of being a tumor with a consciousness. I need to find a suitable host.

Why? You ask. Well, it's because I don't want to stay as a tumor forever, duh. But the more I listen to the specs needed for a successful transfer into a new body, the more I despair.

'So, you are telling me that the most suitable host body would be one with no consciousness to speak of? And if I try to forcefully 'acquire' the body, I would be having a fight to the death with the original body's consciousness?' I ask Sage.

"Yes, host," Sage replies. 'And what are my chances of winning if such a battle were to occur?' I ask with hopelessness lacing my tone.

"Almost 0%. It is such because, as ROB previously stated, the quirks are affecting the owner's mind, hence in the battle, they would be able to employ their abilities, but the Host is a baseline human with no additional abilities to speak of.

Furthermore, the structure of the host's mind is weaker than an average human as the mere experience of existing as a symbiote has detrimental effects on the average human mind." Sage intoned.

Now how do I move on after 'hearing' that? Easy! I forget about it. Ta-da! Problem solved.

Now let's see where we ended up spawning. 'Onward, Sage! Let's see where we have manifested. I shall be ROB's blessing on this beautiful world! Let's search for my personal Eddie Brock Jr.'

Ohh, and did I mention that since I'm not the symbiote itself, and that all the movements and actions need to be relayed to Sage who then moves the blobby form in the way I desire. Talk about inconvenient. (A/N: I'm going to continue writing as if the symbiote is our MC cause it's frankly bothersome to write how it's anatomically meant to be.)

And after stumbling or more like sloshing about and colliding with several plants and the tickling grass beneath my form, is enough to hypothesize that I'm in a forest and after feasting on some sleeping grasshoppers and crickets, I can now see!

It would seem that even though my field of vision has now grown to an almost 360-degree angle, my vision had actually been severely shortened in return. I could see about three or four meters out before everything started becoming blurred, and it was only movement that seemed to be easily registered further out than that initial range.

'The world really feels big from down here.' Is what I think as I stare up at the ginormous but probably regular-sized trees surrounding me.

'Yup, definitely a forest.' I conclude. All around me were splotches of luscious green, small and big, plants of all sizes and shapes. 'Thank you, Predator!'

As I moved on, in search of new prey, the edge of my body slipped into a hole, alerting me to its existence.

As it was almost dusk, I thought, 'Why not camp here for the night? And I might even be able to ambush some unsuspecting dinner.' So I slinked in, and what I found surprised me.

It was a veritable sea of hairless rat-like animals. They were all scurrying about and nibbling on some bone fragments. I mentally let out a satisfied smile as I said, 'Itadakimasu!' And dove right in.

An hour later, I felt three presences approaching. Probably the owners of this borrow and I was right. A small warren of rabbits entered through the same entrance I used.

'I thought those babies were rats. Welp, nothing we can do about it.' I thought as I ambushed them from above.

Interesting facts about myself, which I discovered was that unlike regular symbiotes which could possess a body from any surface contact, I couldn't, given that my true body, the tumor, can't be absorbed through the skin. I could achieve the same but only through openings such as the mouth.

Scratch that. Only through the mouth! I don't want to think about any other openings. Not at all! Although I do feel sad that the rabbit, I tried it on, had to deepthroat a ping pong-sized alien tumor.

But as with all such moral dilemmas, I ignore it 😊.

Now I have a solid physical body. YAY!! This calls for a celebration so let's continue the hunt and score some more powerful prey like coyotes and stuff, cause they mostly hunt at night.

And that's how, my dear children, the ass-for-a-brain symbiote encountered an acid-spitting fox which melted the rabbit's body, soon followed by a fire-breathing wolf that chased him a few laps around its hunting grounds before our MC managed to hide in the rabbits' burrow. Promising to never step foot into the outside world again. The END!

(A/N: Thank you for all those who have read my book, thank you for accompanying me on this journey. I hoped you liked it and thank you for all the support you have given me. This concludes my book 'MHA: I'm a Symbiote'. Hope you all read my next one as well. Until then bye-bye and take care..... 

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*glass shattering sfx*

Author: Kyaaaa!!

Deadpool: Hey guys! Don't mind me, just threatening another author to complete the work he started, or I might as well finish it. [And draws his blade, resting it against the author's neck as he types this very author note]

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... *koff koff* What I meant to say was, please leave a review and comment what you liked. I would love to interact with my readers even more. Bye-bye! see you in the next chapter!)