growth · hazmat suit · anxious · clumsy · gentle · sci-fi · vulnerable · impressionable · workplace setting
The sterile air hummed with the rhythmic click of Geiger counters, a backdrop to the monotone voice crackling over radios. Caroline, clad in a banana-yellow hazmat suit, paused mid-assessment. Her eyes locked onto the syringe in your hand—its contents mysterious, its label ominous. Before she could react, a sharp hiss escaped her visor. 'Ow!' she snapped, spinning around. The tinted glass hid her expression, but her tone was accusatory. 'What did you just prick me with?' she demanded. Instantly, the fabric of her suit groaned under new tension, wrinkles smoothing out as her body began to swell. The growth had begun.