"And it was you, Wednesday... who forced me to face my fears in the harshest way, yet let me know that someone is worth being brave for."
"Thank you." He said softly, his smile tired but sincere. "I'm truly... truly happy to have met you."
Having said that, he closed his eyes and, with a smile, fell backward onto his own simple small bed, as if he had fulfilled all his missions.
"Oh, Victor! No! No!"
The color drained from Enid's face instantly.
Wednesday also jerked herself up, panic appearing on her pale face for the first time—
This scene looked exactly like a deathbed farewell.
Just then, Victor suddenly sat bolt upright and added:
"By the way, I'm not dead, just dead tired. I desperately need sleep now. I hope we all have sweet dreams tonight..."
He revealed a familiar, cunning smile that carried a hint of a successful prank:
"Of course, my dreams will definitely be sweeter than yours, because I still have the thought of a whole chocolate cake. Goodnight."
With that, he collapsed again and fell into a deep sleep almost instantly, leaving a shell-shocked Enid and a complex-looking Wednesday staring at each other in the dim dormitory.
Enid remained in her panicked posture of lunging forward, tears hanging precariously from her eyelashes.
Wednesday had sat up straight, her usual cold mask restored, but a closer look revealed her knuckles were slightly white where her hands were folded on her lap.
"That... idiot!"
Enid cursed softly with a sob, messily wiping away her tears, her heart still pounding wildly.
She approached carefully, her trembling finger reaching under Victor's nose. Feeling his warm, steady breath, she finally let out a long sigh of relief, her legs going weak as she nearly sat on the floor.
"He is only asleep."
Wednesday's voice rang out, steady and emotionless, as if that moment of panic had never happened.
But she didn't look at Enid; her dark eyes remained fixed on Victor's sleeping face, noting the darkened blood on his ear and the deep exhaustion between his brows.
"I know... I was just... scared to death..."
Enid sniffled, her emotions slowly calming as worry surged again.
"He looks terrible. And Venom... is he really okay?"
"Venom needs chocolate for self-repair."
Wednesday's gaze swept over the chocolate cake Enid had placed on the table.
"Theoretically, this chocolate cake should provide the necessary energy."
Enid immediately looked at the cake, her gaze becoming determined:
"Then what are we waiting for! I'll feed Victor; we have to make Venom get better quickly!"
She was about to open the cake box.
"Wait."
Wednesday stopped her.
"Feeding it to Victor will most likely just enter his own stomach for basic metabolism, making it impossible to reach the Symbiote efficiently. We need a more... direct method."
Enid was stunned, not quite understanding.
Wednesday had already stood up and opened the cake box. A rich chocolate aroma instantly filled the room.
She took out the small knife from the utensil box and neatly cut a huge piece—nearly three-quarters of the entire cake.
Then, under Enid's astonished gaze, she walked to Victor's bedside and, without any hesitation, accurately plastered that large piece of cake... onto Victor's half-open mouth and cheek.
The action was crisp, even carrying a hint of unquestionable brusqueness.
"Wow!"
Enid let out a small gasp, covering her mouth. This method of awakening was just so... Wednesday.
Dark, thick chocolate sauce and cake sponge almost covered the lower half of Victor's face, with some crumbs falling into the hollow of his neck.
The effect was immediate.
Almost the second the cake touched his skin, the black Symbiote matter on Victor's face began to writhe violently!
Like a cluster of starving, small black tentacles, they frantically devoured the chocolate on his face at an incredible speed.
"Mmm... mm..."
Victor smacked his lips unconsciously in his sleep, his brow smoothing out as he even revealed a satisfied, silly smile, though he didn't wake up.
Within seconds, the cake on his face was cleaned up entirely, not even sparing the crumbs on his neck. His skin was as clean as new, as if nothing had happened.
Then, the black matter slowly retracted back into his body.
"Thanks, and goodnight..."
A faint voice, sounding like it was from a dream, echoed in Wednesday's mind—it was Venom.
Outside the window, the night had completely fallen.
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