[When Eddie springs awake, he can immediately tell something's wrong- that voice in the back of his head warning him of danger ever since he became one with the suit, and he can definitely see there's trouble when he wakes up in a strangely nice and lavish room. This... was obviously someone's doing. It wasn't the first time some sort of government agency, like S.H.I.E.L.D, tried to capture him. But they couldn't contain him. A little smirk creeps onto his lips at the thought. As long as he had the suit, he was in control. No one could contain him.

Only, he wouldn't realize what was really wrong, until the black ooze he commanded began creeping from within his clothes, wrapping tightly around his skin, coating his body- it was immediately then, that he came to a horrifying realization as it changed, as a loud pounding filled his head; he wasn't in control.

No! How could this happen!? He had  gained control! He controlled the suit- so why was it fighting him!? He could only groan instead of speak as the purple ooze spread over him, transforming his smaller build into a massive, hulking violet form, a white spider emblazoned on chest and back as it rose, it's weak groans now heavy, distorted growls, the new creature growling heavily as it's form settled, various tendrils wiggling out from it's body, large fangs pulling apart as a familiar twinge of... hunger, filled him now, and he uttered a single, heavy word. ]

Hungry...

[Then, heavy rumbling as the huge purple body of Venom comes smashing out of his room, the journal firmly absorbed into his suit recording all sounds around him, remaining open with him unaware of it. Venom had arrived.
And he was hungry.]


((ooc: Go git' em. ))