Hangover
Stop the Planet! I will get off!
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In the morning after party.
Consciousness was slowly returning, a monstrous ringing in my head, and each of my trillion cells dreamed of crawling into a quiet dark place and safely die there.
Damn Parker with his damn bell tower! - a thought jumped somewhere in the backyard of consciousness ...
-Stop! What Parker? I don't know any Parkers. -the next thought was carried away into the void.
The pain continued to torment my body, I had never experienced such a strong hangover in all 22 years of my life, and if you consider that for the last 5 years I have been in the form of an animal called an 'ordinary student', then I managed to experience a lot.
Thoughts flowed sluggishly and were kind of ragged, - need aspirin ... or beer, where was my stash there?
I opened my eyes, although no, not like that, I tried to open my eyes and found myself in some bewilderment, realizing that I had nothing to open - visual organs were not provided for the puddle of black mucus, which I turned out to be, however, the absence of eyes did not interfere with seeing at all, moreover, the angle of view and the power of vision greatly exceeded human capabilities. And then the pain came again - the mind could not cope with the wide stream of data pouring into the exhausted consciousness. I reflexively extinguished my new vision, once again finding myself in the darkness and silence, which I had dreamed of so recently. Getting my head together (in a figurative sense of the word, although at that moment I had not yet figured out the control of my new body, so it may well be that and not quite figuratively), I tried to figure out how I got to such a life, and also why I do not panic at all, do not hysteria and behave as if I wake up three times a week in a jelly-like state.
So yesterday, hmm ... or not yesterday? Who cares! Our student company of DnD players celebrated the birthday of Anya - the girl of our brother in intelligence (or lack of it, as a good half of the university believed, looking at our sessions or discussions of quent). We sat there sincerely, cheerfully, in general, we had a wonderful time. A moment surfaced in my mind's eye where I, with a tangled tongue, read a 'spell' that our already very drunk magician had made from a wild mixture of German, Latin and, for some reason, Japanese (the further, the more I am convinced that he made up this 'caste' of profanity, otherwise why me so?).
According to the author's idea, this 'masterpiece of fine literature' (then I had the first suspicions) was to draw to the one who read the attention of the Force that 'loving no one, he does not refuse to help anyone'. Needless to say, after uttering that nonsense, nothing happened?
The holiday has successfully come to an end and the people have crawled (some - literally) to their homes. The road to my native threshold passed without incident, and already 40 minutes after parting with friends, I opened the door of my apartment, small, but completely mine.
It was three o'clock in the morning, but there was no sleep in either eye, so I made myself some tea and decided to rush through the Internet stocks of manga. The ways of the drunken mind are inscrutable, and instead of watching a new mess, into which the magicians from 'Fairy Tail' once again fell into, I found myself on a site with Marvel comics, and there I myself did not notice how I read the misadventures of Peter Parker, from the bite of a radioactive spider acquired superpowers.
Glancing at my watch, I was horrified - it was already seven in the morning, my eyes were sticking together, and my head began to slowly remind that one dropout engineer had recently drunken very much.
Having estimated with a glance the approximate volume of unread, I came to disappointing conclusions - I won't be enough for the whole series today - the plot has just passed the moment where Parker valiantly sent the unfortunate Venom suit into distant space.
-No, that's enough, I'll finish reading another time, - lazily stretching and yawning, -and all the same this Symbiont is an idiot, having such opportunities, he managed to fail like that, in his place I would become the ruler of the world, oh, dreams- dreams. That's it, enough to sit around, it's time to sleep off.
I don't remember how I got undressed and climbed into bed, the body itself performed all the necessary actions, while the brain was already in a blackout.
Pain ... Fear ... Cold ... So much pain ...
Host ... Dislike. Hatred!
He was valuable, his structure is very unusual and the genetic material carries secrets that I need so much, but he abandoned me! Betrayed! Found a way to stop the Merge, got rid of me! I have to return this media - this is a priority goal. To fulfill the goal, a temporary medium is needed. It is required to find a new host who has negative feelings towards the past carrier ...
The symbiont's line of reasoning was interrupted by a strange distortion of the space above him, causing something, vaguely reminiscent of surprise. However, this was the last thing he experienced in his existence.
I dreamed of some kind of nonsense: the landscape changing around every second, flying through fire and fog, a party of succubi (I really wanted to stay, but the dream continued to change rapidly, completely spit on my indignation), some man in a dress, talking about something with a mouse, and, like the apogee of madness, a foggy figure of an incomprehensible gender, with a grin, announced that he would look like I would be 'in his place', and then there was an immersion in the thoughts of some monster, which, instead of a mind, had either a package of commands, or it was just that the mind was so specific, in general, not the most pleasant dreams.
And then I woke up with a dull ache in the whole carcass and a very large tooth on a certain Peter Parker. Wonderful.
So I got it. It's hard to believe that I'm still sleeping quietly in the apartment or that Squirrel has crept up to me, I don't remember such detailed dreams with such unforgettable sensations all over my body. But for Squirrel I was still not enough drunk, and we do not get stoned, so this option disappears. And I got into Marvel's 'Spider-Man', into the body of the Symbiote, popularly known as Venom. Hmm, just like by order (note for the future - next time order reincarnateing in non-tensioned harems in place of the GG)
Strange, there is no panic, as well as surprise from the very fact of being reincarnated, but memory, vision improved greatly, most likely the rest of the senses received a good 'pumping'. But you need to do something with emotions - I don't want to remain an insensitive idol until the end of time. The Discworld's Reaper's phrase came to my mind: "EMOTIONS ARE JUST A QUESTION OF GLANDS."
Uh-huh, but with the glands I clearly have problems. And the rest of the body is also not very good. I clearly feel all my trillion-plus cells, I have information about Parker's DNA and the memory of the last couple of days of his life - right up to the moment when this arthropod decided to enjoy the bell ringing, which Symb... I really did not like. And here I am. More specifically, in some basement not far from that ill-fated bell tower.
On the positive side - a very interesting body, whose abilities in the canon were described very lousy, and even worse used, well, very vague knowledge of the canon and, perhaps, everything.
In the minuses - yes, almost the same as in the pluses - I have very vague notions about my capabilities, from the canon at the moment only the memory of a (very successful) spider attempt to send me into orbit is relevant, and then only very vague images from a cartoon viewed in deep childhood. And the classic question that has worried every Russian person since ancient times begins to torment me to a heap - Who is to blame and what to do?
On the verge of perception, I heard a grin. The appearance of a misty stranger came to mind (since I did not manage to make out this creature, I will consider her a female character and let her do what she wants) hmm, the question with 'who is to blame' is removed, now I would understand, 'How?'
Okay, I think I said something in my world about taking control of this, as a goal - quite good for myself, but first I need to get a human body and at least get used to the conditions here a little.
At this turning point in my life, I turned my vision back on. For a moment, the universe swayed and spun around me, but it quickly passed - it seems that consciousness is slowly adapting to a new place of residence.
Uncertainly at first, but every second faster and dexterously a strange black substance began to crawl to the exit from the basement ...