Midnight Sustenance

My stomach rumbled—or rather, WE decided it was feeding time. Eddie muttered that plastic vinyl doesn't digest human food, but the scent drifting across the desk was undeniable. Navigating past the edge of the keyboard, I spotted the prize: a shiny, crumpled silver wrapper resting next to a forgotten foil cup of chocolate pudding. Standing on tiptoe, our neck spring trembling with tension, I used the edge of my rolled newspaper to scrape a luscious brown speck from the peeled lid. Eddie hesitated, but we lunged in, tasting the sweet, sugary triumph. A proper warrior requires fuel after a long day on watch. #Venom #Marvel #Funko