( better to make this quick. no use dragging this out any longer than he has to; the suspense is killing him. )
Uh... It was hard. Probably the hardest job I've ever done, tracking a guy down across universes, with the added bonus of the guy also sorta being me, but not really me? Lots of hurdles. Logistically, psychologically, like... in terms of physics, but that part was pretty beyond me.
Anyway.
We just wanted to let him know you were safe. And that you miss him like crazy probably, y'know?
Trouble is, we didn't know if any of the guys we found were really your dad. Like, your dad. Because, and this was news to us, but there are a LOT of Eddie Brocks out there, apparently.
Like, in the end, we found a big, buff guy with like military fade, and we met a weirdly handsome blonde dude who wasn't big on smiling, and we met a photographer... we met some dude dressed all in black who REALLY hated Spider-Man... we met a guy piloting a fucking swarm of Symbiotes who didn't talk AT ALL... we met a chick named Gwen, who totally wasn't your dad, yeah, but she DID bond with Venom, so she landed on our list... THE T-REX, yeah, yep, we ran into a dinosaur for a bit— THE ONE WITH THE SWORDS, katanas, yeah. He talked a lot... There was that Flash dude?
And, like, some of them looked pretty close to the guy you described, but I don't know if 'close enough' counts with a thing like this.
( with the preamble out of the way, it's time for dylan to finally (finally!) get his present — a stack of papers all tucked into a manila folder. some of the papers are handwritten notes, while others are typed transcriptions and partial interviews between eddie, venom, and the Pantheon of Eddies™, all personally addressed to dylan. )
We thought it'd be better if you decided that for yourself. When we explained things, they all had something they wanted to say to you... I mean, obviously. If an alternate universe version of me came bursting in out of nowhere to tell me I had a son who missed me, I'd probably have a lot to say, too... The inter-dimensional channels aren't completely closed off, I think, so if you ever want to go meet some of these guys AND GIRLS, we should probably be able to retrace our steps. If you'd ever want to. I know this is, like, a lot... So if you wanna just... think about stuff? That's cool, too.
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Uh... It was hard. Probably the hardest job I've ever done, tracking a guy down across universes, with the added bonus of the guy also sorta being me, but not really me? Lots of hurdles. Logistically, psychologically, like... in terms of physics, but that part was pretty beyond me.
Anyway.
We just wanted to let him know you were safe. And that you miss him like crazy probably, y'know?
Trouble is, we didn't know if any of the guys we found were really your dad. Like, your dad. Because, and this was news to us, but there are a LOT of Eddie Brocks out there, apparently.
Like, in the end, we found a big, buff guy with like military fade, and we met a weirdly handsome blonde dude who wasn't big on smiling, and we met a photographer... we met some dude dressed all in black who REALLY hated Spider-Man... we met a guy piloting a fucking swarm of Symbiotes who didn't talk AT ALL... we met a chick named Gwen, who totally wasn't your dad, yeah, but she DID bond with Venom, so she landed on our list... THE T-REX, yeah, yep, we ran into a dinosaur for a bit— THE ONE WITH THE SWORDS, katanas, yeah. He talked a lot... There was that Flash dude?
And, like, some of them looked pretty close to the guy you described, but I don't know if 'close enough' counts with a thing like this.
( with the preamble out of the way, it's time for dylan to finally (finally!) get his present — a stack of papers all tucked into a manila folder. some of the papers are handwritten notes, while others are typed transcriptions and partial interviews between eddie, venom, and the Pantheon of Eddies™, all personally addressed to dylan. )
We thought it'd be better if you decided that for yourself. When we explained things, they all had something they wanted to say to you... I mean, obviously. If an alternate universe version of me came bursting in out of nowhere to tell me I had a son who missed me, I'd probably have a lot to say, too... The inter-dimensional channels aren't completely closed off, I think, so if you ever want to go meet some of these guys AND GIRLS, we should probably be able to retrace our steps. If you'd ever want to. I know this is, like, a lot... So if you wanna just... think about stuff? That's cool, too.