Both Victors simultaneously held their foreheads, their movements perfectly synchronized, like reflections on opposite sides of a mirror.
"Wait, let me calm down first." *2
The words, spoken in unison, collided and overlapped in the small restroom, creating an eerie, hair-raising echo.
They simultaneously lowered their hands, their faces displaying identical, comical expressions mixed with shock and bewilderment.
After a brief silence, they seemed to recall something at the same time and sharply turned their heads to look at each other—
The range and angle of their movements were precisely the same.
"Where is Venom?" *2
The question burst forth in synchronization once more.
Only then did they realize that ever since that catastrophic "tasting" and the subsequent bizarre splitting—
Their symbiotic partner, who was usually loud, complaining, or gluttonous, had fallen completely silent.
An ominous premonition simultaneously gripped the two hearts that shared a single consciousness.
"Venom?" *2
The tentative calls received no reply.
"Venom!" *2
The louder, anxious shouts were met with continued silence.
"Veeenom~" *2
The final syllable was drawn out, carrying a note of coaxing and uneasy trembling.
The doubled sound bounced off the tiled walls, seeming particularly noisy and... lonely.
"Please be quieter."
An extraordinarily gentle, almost timid-sounding voice came from the Victor on the left, its timbre completely different from Venom's usual deep, raspy tone.
"Please... it's too loud, I have a headache..."
Almost simultaneously, another violent, raspy voice, like sandpaper scraping, exploded from the Victor on the right:
"Shut up! Bastard! Be quiet!"
Under the astonished gaze of the two Wednesdays and Enids, strange changes occurred simultaneously on both men.
From the neck of the Victor on the left, a viscous symbiotic substance, unlike Venom's pure black, slowly seeped out, displaying a soft, pearly white color.
It elegantly wrapped around his neck like living liquid, and once stabilized, it outlined a simple silhouette resembling a turtleneck sweater.
It even gave a slight nod, its posture appearing exceptionally... polite?
On the head of the Victor on the right, a restless mass of symbiotic substance, darker, almost grayish-black in color, surged out violently, covering his head rapidly like boiling asphalt.
Its shape was wild and distorted, finally settling into a fierce appearance, like angry flames or a crown of spikes.
It twisted restlessly, emitting an undisguised aura of violence.
The white symbiote slightly adjusted its posture and spoke again in that gentle voice, with a hint of shyness:
"Please call me... Serum."
The gray symbiote suddenly extended a sharp tentacle, impatiently tapping the temple of the Victor on the right, making a dull "knock-knock" sound, and roared:
"I'm Riot! Remember that, you trash!"
The two Victors froze completely in place, like two petrified statues.
They simultaneously and extremely slowly lowered their heads to look at the elegant white "scarf" on their chests, then simultaneously raised their heads to look at the fierce gray "crown" on the other's head.
A massive, absurd realization, enough to shatter all sanity, struck both shared consciousnesses like lightning.
"Oh, my God!" *2
They simultaneously gasped, their voices cracking and going off-key due to extreme shock, yet still maintaining that damned, millisecond-perfect synchronization.
"I wasn't split into good and evil sides."
The Victor on the left muttered.
"Venom was split into good and evil sides."
The Victor on the right finished the second half of the sentence, completing the horrifying conclusion.
Serum seemed a little embarrassed, gently rubbing the neck of the Victor on the left:
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