Chapter 325 - My SI Stash #25 - This Power? Not Completely Awful by The Nameless Scribe (YoungJustice) (1/2)

-Not many SI fics out there that has the Klyntar!MC~ Here's to hoping the author won't put this one on hiatus!

Synopsis: A man from our world wakes up in the middle of nowhere, bonded to an alien Symbiote who needs his help. Why couldn't his life be simple? Self Insert!

Rated: M

Words: 28K

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Chapter 1

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Waking up in the middle of a forest wearing nothing but my u_n_d_e_r_w_e_a_r isn't how I was expecting my day to go.

I was expecting to wake up in my bed, in my room, next to my dresser and my desk where I would get busy writing again, making sure whatever bullshit I had written the night before was actually legible,

Again, not expecting to wake up in the middle of a forest, leaning against a particularly tough tree with the most painful hangover I've ever experienced.

Why did I even have a hangover? I don't drink?

Without warning, my hangover seemingly vanished, as if it wasn't there at all.

”What the f_u_c_k?” I mutter to myself as I push myself to stand. I always assumed hangovers lasted a while, not vanishing in an instant.

”Hello!”

”Jesus!” I fall backwards and push myself back up against the tree. ”What the f_u_c_k was that?!”

”Do not be alarmed.” the voice tries to calm me. It sounded like it was in my head!

”Where are you?” I ask as I try to heed the voices' advice. I'm going crazy, that's it… Waking up in the middle of the forest, wearing nothing but my underpants, suddenly hearing voices? I'm going insane!

”You aren't going insane.” the voice comforts. Without any warning, a brown and black slimy tendril seemed to extend from my body, forming a face with extremely familiar eyes and rows upon rows of razor sharp teeth.

”Oh my, God...” I mutter as I look at this… thing coming from me. This Symbiote, this Klyntar. ”Please don't eat me, I'll give you all the chocolate you want, I promise!”

”Good, good, but I am not going to eat you. You are far too useful to be allowed to die.”

”I… what?”

”You know things, yes? Of my people, of the Klyntar. You know of my species hive mind?” Seeing my nod, it continues. ”It seems I have been… cut off from the hive mind, and it is disconcerting. I wish to discover the reasons as to why. You are going to help me discover why.”

”I- yeah, sure. Of course! But… Why me?”

”You seem to know things, more than most of my hosts have ever dreamed of… If anybody can help me, it's you.”

”Aah, that… that makes sense.” I mutter before looking around again. ”By the way, where are we?”

”You do not know?”

”Dude, I just woke up. Last I remember, I was in my bed at home, asleep, and fully clothed.” I reply with a raised brow. ”I thought you brought me here?”

”Why would I ever bring you here?! I found you here, under this tree.” it seems to scowl at me.

”I don't know? Because it's secluded and a nice place to dispose of a body in case you needed to kill me or something?”

”Why would I want to leave your body if I could just eat you?”

”Fair point...” I say after a pause. ”That being said, if you didn't bring me here, and I didn't get here on my own, how did I get here. Also, where is here?”

Standing back up again, I glance down at my mostly n_a_k_e_d body.

”Umm… can you disguise yourself as clothes like other symbiotes? Because I'd rather not be seen in public wearing only my u_n_d_e_r_w_e_a_r.”

Silently the face goes back into my body before spreading across me, shifting into a pair of brown jeans, a black t-shirt, a brown hoodie, and a pair of brown and black tennis shoes.

At least I somewhat liked the color combination, though it could do with a bit more color.

”By the way, what should I call you?” I ask as I pick a random direction and start walking. ”You may be threatening to eat me, but I don't want to just call you thing, or Symbiote all the time.”

”I am Spite.” He- They? They spoke into my mind. God that was so weird...

”Spite, huh? I'd say nice to meet you, but...”

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Thankfully I could hear the sounds of a city not too far away from wherever I was, so it didn't take too long for me to make it to the city, though when I saw the sign, I knew I was in even bigger trouble than I had originally thought.

”Why did you stop!”

”I think I found the answer to your problem...” I mutter as I stare at the sign in shock.

Welcome to Metropolis!

Under those unassuming words was a picture of a man in red and blue tights with an S inside a shield design on his c_h_e_s_t.

Home of Superman!

”Well? What is it! Why am I cut off from the hive?!”

”Well, buddy… Neither of us are in our home universe anymore. The reason you are disconnected is because the Klyntar don't exist in this universe… And neither does my family. We are both alone.”

”What?! You're lying!”

”You know damn well I'm not.” I shot back with a scowl. ”Come on, let's get you something to eat so you can calm down a bit.”

”I AM CALM!”

”Of course you are.” I mutter. ”Still, some food will do us both good.”

Pausing for a moment, I pat my clothes and sigh.

”No wallet, no money...” I'd rather not steal, but it's stealing some chocolate bars or have my pancreas eaten by an amorphous, sentient, alien, slime.

”We could eat someone.” Spite says. I could almost feel his drool dripping from his teeth.

”No. No eating people, unless they are bad people, but even then, that's up for debate. We are in Superman's territory, and unless you want to fight him, I'd suggest the chocolate.” I put my foot down as I try to mentally push my knowledge of Superman to the Symbiote.

Ducking into a corner store, I peruse their shelves and look for their candy section.

After a moment, I can sense a nod from him.

”Fine… I will settle for Chocolate, for now.”

”Thank you.” I sigh as I avoid looks from other patrons. Grabbing a few chocolate bars, some Dark, some milk, and some various other types, and shove them up my sleeve. The feeling of my clothes shifting around my arm and quite literally eating around it was quite disturbing.

”You good?” I mutter under my breath.

”This will suffice.” It replies in a hiss.

Stuffing a few more bars of chocolate into my pocket for later, I slide out the door before ducking into a side alley.

”Look, now that you aren't trying to eat anybody, we need to make a plan.” I say as I start pacing. From my shoulder, a tendril flowed around and formed a face.

”Agreed.” He nods. ”You seem to know this world, it's protectors, it's enemies. How do we proceed?”

”Well… We can do a few things. If we want to find out how we got here, we'll need help. I'm no scientist or inventor, but there are several in this reality who should be able to help us. Ted Kord, Bruce Wayne, Lex Luthor, and several other spring to mind.”

”You don't trust this Luthor…”

”He's a manipulative asshole who hates aliens, specifically Superman. He'd sooner rip you out of me and dissect you in an attempt to find a way to fight Superman than actually help us. At least with the heroes we can know that they won't do that unless we pose a serious threat to them.”

”The heroes are weak.”

”We can use them.” I shoot back. ”They have morals, as long as we don't give them reason not to, they will trust us. They will help us.”

With a scowl, Spite nods.

”Fine… How would you get their attention?”

Glancing around, I finally look up at the buildings around us.

”I need to get up there.” I say, pointing at one of the roofs.

Melding back into me, my clothes shift and cover me completely, forming the familiar fanged maw and jagged eyes over my own face. My arms were coated in Spite's ooze before it formed into two long fingered clawed hands. Instead of a spider symbol, my c_h_e_s_t remained blank, though black veins seemed to pulse across my body.

I looked like the Movie Venom, if he was slimmer and brown with black veins instead of black with white veins.

It was somewhat terrifying.

Feeling my body move against my will, we leapt against the wall and started scaling it as if it was nothing. Our talons piercing through the brick like a pencil through paper.

It didn't take us long to make it up.

Shifting back into my clothes, I stumble forward before catching myself.

”Umm… Thanks.”

”You're welcome.” He replies. ”Now… Your plan?”

”Right…” I mutter.

Steeling myself, I cup my hands around my mouth to act as a megaphone and shout out for the Man of Steel.

”Superman!”

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Chapter 2

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It didn't take long for the last son of Krypton to arrive.

Floating down from the sky, the Man of Steel looked just like I was expecting, red u_n_d_e_r_w_e_a_r on the outside and all. His red cape seemed to defy gravity as he floated down from the sky. The sun seemed to encase him in a halo of light with his family crest displayed proudly on his c_h_e_s_t.

”Umm… Hi.” I greet as he comes to a halt in front of me. He had a small smile on his face and a kind look in his eye, like he was content to do no more than just help people.

”Hi.” He smiles, arms crossed over his c_h_e_s_t as he simply hovers there. ”I heard you calling my name, though you don't seem to be in danger, unless you need help down from the roof of course?”

I was somewhat starstruck by his appearance to be honest. He was the First Superhero. He inspired thousands of people daily, both in this universe, and in my world. He makes people try to be better than what they are.

Despite the hatred for him being too overpowered or even a Gary Stu, I always looked up to him somewhat.

Spite didn't see it the same way.

'You're staring!' His voice echoes in my mind. 'If we want his help, you need to actually speak to him!'

Shaking my head, I look back at Superman and try to calm myself.

”Yeah, no. I don't need help getting down. I-That is, We, need your help… The Leagues help in another manner.” Pausing for a moment, I glance around before turning back to him. ”The League is a thing in this universe, right? It's not just you?”

”I- Yes? The League has been in operation for years at this point.” Superman furrows his brow in confusion before focusing fully on me. ”What do you mean, ”This Universe?””

Scratching my head, I try to think of the best way to explain.

”This Universe is one of an infinite number, which is part of why we need your help. I'm sure you've at least heard of the Multiverse Theory, so I won't rehash it for you, but my friend and I, we're not from around here, if that makes sense”

”What makes you so sure that this universe isn't yours?” He slowly floats down and lands on the roof besides me. ”You seem to know enough about this universe to come to me and ask about the League.”

”That's… difficult to explain.” I reply before mentally asking Spite. 'Should I tell him?'

'That is up to you, though if what I'm seeing in your memories are true, if you lie to them, they have the means to find you out.' He replies. 'I can defend your mind from the Martian, but from the Amazon's Lasso, I can't be sure.'

Mentally nodding, I turn back to Superman.

”If it's possible, I don't really want to tell our story more times than I have to, and preferably somewhere more private than this.” I explain. ”If they aren't busy, would it be possible to explain with a few more League members present?”

”The League doesn't just meet for someone claiming to be from another universe. Without something more substantial, I can't just call them and ask them to take time out of their day for this.” Superman replies with an apologetic shrug.

”Damn, okay…” I mutter. What do I share to make him take me seriously?

'Use his cousin as leverage. She is in most iterations of this universe, yes?'

'Spite, you are a genius.' I reply mentally, out loud, I continue. ”Quick question, does the name Kara Zor-El mean anything to you?”

”Kara Zor-El? My cousin? She died when Krypton was destroyed.” He replies, crossing his arms and narrowing his eyes at me. ”How do you know that name and how does she fit into all of this?”

”Part of what I want to share with the League. I know things that may or may not happen in this reality. Theoretical events, possibilities, eventualities. In most alternate universes where she exists, she survives Krypton's destruction.”

”She may be alive?” He gasps. ”But… How?”

”It varies from version to version. There are an infinite amount of possibilities, but there is a high likelihood that she survives. That being said, I want my audience with the League, or at least some of its members before I say any more. I have information regarding them as well.”

”I'll see what I can do.” He nods. As he turns to, I assume make a call, he pauses and turns back to me. ”You said you had a friend? Where are they? We can pick them up on the way.”

”Oh, no. My bad. My friend is a lot closer than you'd think” I say with a smile. From my shoulder, my jacket morphed and stretched, forming the familiar face of Spite floating on flowing tendrils connected to my jacket.

Eyes widening in shock, Superman takes a step back.

”I… see?” He says, taking a cautious step forward. ”And what's their name?”

”I am Spite.” He introduces himself with a tooth filled smile, floating around like a snake eying its prey.

”Not to be rude, but what exactly are you?” Superman asks as he leans in a little closer to get a better look at Spite, gently putting a finger near Spite as if to touch him.

”That will be one of the topics discussed with the League. I'd rather not have to repeat myself more than absolutely necessary.” I cut off whatever Spite was about to say and casually step back. I didn't want Spite to try to bite Superman after all.

With a nod, Superman steps back and puts a finger to his ear.

As he starts talking to whoever answered his call, I pass Spite another chocolate bar.

”We're going to need a suit to wear,” I mutter under my breath. ”Something to hide our identity but not terrifying to look at. Something for the populace at least.”

”Why? Neither of us have anything here. We don't need a secret identity. Together, we can be Spite.”

”But we don't know how long we'll be stuck here.” I reply, watching as Spite bites chunks out of the chocolate bar. ”We may be gone in a week, or we may be stuck here for years. We don't know who we'll get close to. We may want to start a life while we wait. We can't do that if everyone knows who we are. It'll just paint a target on us and whoever we get close to.”

”Fine.” He grumbles, swallowing the rest of the chocolate bar. ”You have a point, but I don't like it.”

”Hey, we may get lucky and they'll get us to our own dimensions sooner rather than later.” I try to comfort him.

”They've agreed to meet you.” Superman says as he turns back to me. ”Do you mind if I carry you? It will be faster.”

”I'm fine with it. Spite? What about you?” I ask, looking to my shoulder.

”I will allow it… This time.” He scowls before melding back into my jacket. Once he had, he extends my jacket collar, wrapping it around my head, making a brown and black variation of Spider-Man's full face mask. The eyes were still the milky white, jagged look that Spite prefered, but there was no gaping, fanged, maw, so I counted it as a win.

At Superman's raised eyebrow. I just shrug.

”Not sure how long we're going to be here. I convinced him to let us keep a secret identity.” I explain, my voice speaking instead of Spite's

”A smart choice.” He nods.

Holding me by my underarms, he takes off in a flash at a speed I was not expecting.

One thing I probably should have thought of before agreeing to Superman's offer of flight… I may be, slightly, afraid of heights.

”Oh shit!” I tighten my grip on Superman and try my damndest to somehow hold tighter.

I could sense Spite's smugness.

”I've got you.” Superman smiles down at me. ”I haven't dropped anyone yet.”

”Yet.” I shoot back. The city blurs under us until we reach the outskirts, the steel and glass of the city turning into highways before that turns into trees. ”How do I forget I'm scared of heights? How does that even happen?”

Needless to say, I didn't enjoy the flight.

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We landed on the front steps of the Hall of Justice to camera flashes and shouts of 'SUPERMAN!' 'SUPERMAN, I LOVE YOU!' 'Who's the new guy?' 'Can I get an autograph?!' and so much more. The sheer cacophony of noise making Spite mentally grimace.

With practiced nods, waves, and a shining smile, Superman carefully guided me inside, the doors sealing themselves behind us as we walk further into the Hall and away from the wall of people. Sure, there were still people, but, there were fewer of them, and less noise.

”Not a fan of crowds either?” Superman asks.

”The Noise can be… overwhelming.” I reply simply. Turning from the people pushing to get in, I jerk to a stop as I stare at the seven monuments in front of me.

”Holy shit…”

”Yeah, that's how most people tend to react.” He smiles.

Leading me further into the Hall and through a door saying 'Authorized Personnel Only', we finally made it to what looked like a common room of sorts.

”Please tell me this isn't the Justice League's main base of operations. It's too open, too flashy. Everyone knows it's here.” I say as I look around. Windows lined the ceiling, showing easily a hundred or more fans just watching and taking pictures of us.