Chapter 4: Is this what I wanted?

Uwaaaa—this feels gooodd. My brain is all mushy mushyyy, and ayee liiike it~~~

I found myself enveloped in an odd sensation, as if caught in a whirlwind of fleeting images and disjointed memories. The experience was disorienting, to say the least. As the chaotic symphony of thoughts settled, a strange awareness took hold.

The surroundings were dark and sloshy, leaving me to guess that I was in my mother's womb. This peculiar experience was undeniably fascinating.

My memories were hazy, yet I clung to the understanding that I had been reborn into the world of My Hero Academia with a symbiote from Marvel bonded to me, along with the Great Sage from Tensura. However, the circumstances seemed different from what I expected.

A consciousness that wasn't mine but whispered in the recesses of my mind.

"Hello, host. I am the [Skill: Great Sage]," a voice echoed, smooth and monotonic. I jolted in surprise, or at least what I thought was a jolt, considering my uncertain form.

"Great Sage?" I stammered, or at least I felt like I was stammering. It was all so surreal. Technically, since I'm not born yet, I don't think I was supposed to be able to 'talk' to the Great Sage yet.

"Yes, host," the voice responded calmly.

Did something go wrong? Last I checked, barely formed fetuses aren't supposed to be able to handle a fully grown adult's consciousness. Why am I feeling like this right now?

"After analyzing the host's memories, the conclusion has been reached that you are not human." The Great Sage responded to my thoughts. I didn't even have to think aloud for The Great Sage to understand me. I knew I made the right choice.

Hold up, what did she say? I'm not human? I don't think MHA had demons or demi-humans. Wait, wasn't the principal of UA High an animal with a quirk? Was I born to an animal couple? Does this make me a furry?

Wait, that ROB cheated me, didn't he?! Bastard, I'll hunt your ass down! Wait that came out wrong! I'll hunt you till the ends of the multiverse!!!

"Correction; the host is not an animal," The ever so helpful Great Sage supplied. That brought me back to reality. Don't tell me, I'm an insect?!

"No, host." Replied the Great Sage, helpfully. Then what am I? Spit it out!The Great sage replied,

"Host is a Klyntar…" The fuck is that?! At least it sounds cool. Wasn't that the official name of the race of symbiotes? "…'s tumor." The Great Sage finished.

Eh?

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(Third Person POV)

In a realm far, far away…

There sat an old man in his cozy room, wearing hideous wizard robes, making all those who see him, doubt his mental stability. He just got off his oddly modern phone after pacifying the being on the other end that the rude boy was successfully and safely reincarnated.

When he had disappeared while our MC was making his wishes, he was spreading a highly contagious plague on Earth. "The characters in that horrid show seemed eastern, so I think I let it originate there," he mumbled as our MC unknowingly caused Covid-19.

"Phew, honestly can't the elderly enjoy their private time in peace?" He says to no one as he picks up the book he was reaching for in the previous chapter.

As he starts reading the book, sitting in his chair, you can hear faint words being said. "Yes… very nice…. Ohh under the headmaster's desk? Spicy…. Snape as well? You cheeky first year… ohh the front panel slides open? DIY 10/10…. She is definitely getting an O+ at the end of the year…. The other teachers are waiting outside the door? Even the Gargoyle who guards the entrance?!!"

BANG BANG BANG

"FBI open up!!"

(Sorry, audio readers)

BOOM POWPOW WHAM KAKAWWW ZOOM BANG BANG BOOM BAM BLAM SLAM DAMN ZOOOOM NIAOW DANG DANG CLANG CLINK CLINCK RATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATA KABLAM ZHAM BANG BANG KAKAWWW KAKAWWW RATATATATATATATATATA PEW PEW BOOOOM

"Kyaaaaa!" Needless to say, that last one was from our very own ROB.

(Do you want a fic specifically about what ROB is reading? Comment under the paragraphs below and depending on the results I'll do it. I'm only counting the number and please comment only once and don't spam. Will be counted on 9th Dec)

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{POLL CLOSED! Well, that's unfortunate. 17 for yes and 21 for no. Combined SH and WN for the total votes. So, ya! No lewd specific fic unfortunately. Even if I do write one in the future, it won't be posted here.}

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(MC POV)

I refused to accept it. No, no, no! This can't be right. I'm not some alien entity's tumor. I'm your friendly neighborhood nobody! I had dreams!

I felt a strange emptiness, a void that seemed to stretch beyond my understanding. I don't want this. I want to go back. And did symbiotes even get tumors?

The Great Sage responded, a sound that echoed through my blobby existence.

"You can't go back, host. But after analyzing your memories, I have formulated your most probable status. The host's current form is behaving as if a core and is surrounded by the Klyntar's biomass.

A very unusual situation as Klyntars are never depicted with cores and given how it serves no purpose to the mass other than syphoning essential nutrients from it, firmly establishes your status as a tumor."

I felt like un-aliving myself then and there. But how? No fan to swing from, no knife to tattoo with and no wrists to act as a canvas. Why are we even here? Just to suffer?

Is there even a way for me to at least gain a proper humanoid form? Humanity is overrated anyway….

"Yes," The Great Sage replied. Fantastic! From now on, you'll be named Sage. I remember a mutant from the comics who was called that and was a telepath under Professor X.

I submitted to reality. What do I need to do? The Great Sage's voice rang for the final time once again. "You must find a body, one that is perfectly compatible."

I couldn't help but add a dramatic flair to my blobby existence. Oh, the suspense! I've always dreamed of being a matchmaker for symbiotes and bodies. Move aside, Cupid, Symbiote-Matchmaker-Man is in town!

The Great Sage responded with its usual monotone calmness. "This is a crucial task, host. Take it seriously."

Oh, I'm dead serious, I replied, or at least, I think I replied. Without vocal cords or a mouth, it's hard to tell. But seriously, can't we have a little fun with it? Maybe throw in a dating show or a compatibility quiz? The Great Sage, ever the serious entity, didn't share my enthusiasm. "This is a matter of survival, not entertainment."

Well, excuse me for trying to lighten the mood in this blob-filled darkness, I mentally retorted, mentally crossing my non-existent arms. Alright, Sage, lead the way. Let's find me a body that screams 'symbiote chic.'

I'm usually not like this but in an unfamiliar situation I get defensive, passive-aggressive and fall back on ill-attempted humor.

And so, my blobby adventure began, guided by the ever-so-serious Sage, as I embarked on the quest to find the perfect host. As we trudged through the darkness, moving about like a snail's feet, I couldn't help but think-

Who said being a tumor couldn't have its advantages? A sane person that's who. Since merely experiencing this form is enough to crack the toughest of wills as our minds are quite frankly not made for such form of existence.

(A/N: Yay! We hit 10k views and 100+ collections in 2 days. Thank you all so much! It's heartwarming for newbie writers like me.)