You gaze around the room, your reptilian eyes not picking up a pile of black sludge anywhere. You would have cursed outloud had it not been for your inability to talk. You can think of quite a few words right now.
You turn around to the man who was originally the latex's host, demanding him for answers.
Yet he is unconscious.
You shake him, but he doesn't stir. He still appears to be breathing.
Does being a host of the latex really wear you out so much?
Or was it the pain of being separated...?
As you ponder these thoughts, your ears are unable to pick up the sound of an odd squelching, reminiscent of of the sounds in that dark room.
You spin around, thinking you heard something.
But all that greets you is the darkness of the room.
Or so you believed.
You feel a terrible feeling on your rubber skin, and start to shake uncontrollably.
But not exactly your body, but the green goop coating you.
Suddenly you hiss, although somehow you hear your old voice within, as you are violently knocked to the floor. Something large had hit you.
Your ears are assaulted by loud squeaking, the same sound of latex against latex.
It was the black symbiote.
And you were going to be it's new host.
Immediately you hiss in defiance, you've already lost your humanity to something, you're not going to lose your reptilian self to something else!
The black pile of goo appears to tear at your latex scales, as if trying to rip off the green goo to take over the human below.
And it feels so... Cold...
You struggle to claw it off your form, but much like before, your struggle is futile.
As you writhe on the floor in agony, with the only thing protecting you being the latex that turned you into a lizard, you begin to wonder why this thing would want you.
Was it because of how much you meddled?
Or maybe...
You recall the words the man spoke as a black dragon.
That the lizard symbiote had the ability to reverse the so-called permanent changes made by the latex. Was your sentience a threat?
You feel a burst of confidence. You haven't been turned into a mindless beast, and there's no way in hell you're going to become the leader of them.
With your newfound strength, you pry the black sludge off of you and throw it to the other side of the room. It gives out an inhuman screech that makes you shudder.
Yet you remain undettered.