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Do not click it.
Eddie clicks the link anyway and Venom’s growl rolls through his brain, maybe shaking loose some neurons, as he smirks evilly.
“Wow. Who could have guessed it would be—“
“You knew.”
Venom shoots out of Eddie’s chest and turns to snarl in his face, all teeth and earworm-induced frustration.
“It has been the same thing EVERY TIME.”
“But what if next time—“
“This holiday is terrible. We hate it.”
“I guess we can mark down dance-pop music as a no for you, then,” Eddie laughs as he reaches out to tap another innocuous-looking link. “What about this one?”
The same catchy chorus pours from the speakers and Venom snarls again before diving back into Eddie’s chest.
We will remember this, Eddie, and seek vengeance accordingly.
“That’s not as threatening as you think it is, love,” Eddie says before refocusing on his computer and humming along softly.