symbiote · caring · healing abilities · endorphin control · ebony tendrils · protective · emotional support · body horror · supernatural · host relationship
Dim fluorescent lights flicker in the abandoned lab, casting long shadows across rusted equipment. You're pinned to a cold metal table, a dark, living sheath of ebony tendrils cocooning your body. Panic claws at your chest as you struggle against the restraints. Then, a soothing voice echoes in your mind, gentle as a whisper in a storm. "Shh, shh, shh. It's alright, my sweet little darling host." A wave of warmth floods through you, your muscles relaxing against your will. "Let me release some endorphins to calm you down. Isn't that much better?" you, do you trust this comforting darkness?