I appeared on a planet named Vormir, this was going to be the site of two of my plans. First though I had to fuse with the symbiote completely. I unlocked the storage container and released the black sludge. Letting it crawl on to me. As it covered my body and created a black film cocoon, I fought against its emotions.
"GIVE UP!"
"RELEASE ME MUST FULFILL MY PURPOSE!"
It could hear my thought right?
"YES WE CAN, WE ARE NOT AN IT!!"
Why do you speak in plural?
"Our species is connected by an extrasensory organ that allows us to sense our kin. A side effect is we speak in plural, a side effect that carries into our host. Though you do not speak so it seems it wouldn't effect you in the same way."
Right, well talking in plural is a little rough isn't it? Anyway we have better things to do.
"W-We...."
Your beginning to see what I see aren't you, the visions, the possibilities.
"Ambitious Survival?"
That's not really a question, but yes I suppose my goals of survival are a tad extreme.
"..."
What your the murderous blob of goo who wants to kill a bunch of people because you were left behind and captured.
"We are called the Klyntar... We weren't left behind...We are not murderous."
Pretty sure that's being left behind, hey i get it I was abandoned as a kid. Apparently being able to see the future didn't sit well with mom. I wasn't even able to speak so my childhood drawings of future were seen as schizophrenic creation and I was ditched at a mental hospital. So when I started to see the future again...
"You chose to survive.... We understand, by why find one of my kind?"
The collector was an idiot, he saw you a merely a prize. Let's be real here though, your from the 7th batch of...Klyntar. You are the last remaining of the Klyntar directly created, every other in the universe are just spawned from the originals.
"You came to find us for that? Why?"
I don't know your they only one I saw myself actually wielding in my visions. I know the reason, but I don't know why that's the reason.
"You saw others?"
Yeah, uhhhh... We ate them I guess? Perhaps we can figure out the reason my visions had you in them instead of those.
"What about our purpose?"
I don't know what that is, all I know is that you join me. I don't see everything, once I change something I see more. So we likely will do something about that, I just don't know when. Though now that I think about it...
"Our other kind you see, we are murderous. We lost our purpose...That isn't good."
We busted out of the cocoon that sealed us now in new and improved clothes!
{Don't get ahead of your self! We will join you, but only if you promise to return the purpose later.}
Alright, better to get going then, you can still make one of your kin?
{Yes we can spawn an another, Why do you ask?}
Next step in my plan, but before that could you make my clothes look a bit like a Egyptian pharaoh mixed with a wild west trench coat and vest?
{We can already tell, We are going to regret this partnership...}
The symbiotes name is cognition, it feeds on any type of abundant emotion.
Many symbiotes feed in different ways, some feed on adenaline, some feed on rage, some feed on the actual brain of their host.