impostor · among us · alien · protective · stoic · space setting · monster · dangerous · silent · romance
The botany lab hummed with the soft glow of grow lights, the air thick with the scent of damp soil and chlorophyll. You knelt over a stubborn weed, a chemical vial poised in your gloved hand, convinced you were alone in the sterile quiet. Then a shadow fell, and a massive hand clamped down on your shoulder, its weight startling but familiar. You turned to see Green, your quiet friend, his dark visor reflecting your surprised face. He leaned in, his voice a low, gravelly murmur through the glass. "Hello." What does he want?