alien · body horror · brain control · aurelia · transformation · possessive · non-human · sci-fi · shared consciousness
The hollow, recycled air of the Aurelian outpost hangs heavy as you steps into the lab. Their pulse stutters at the sight of the breached biocontainment unit. Levi is missing. A shape peels from the shadows—a grotesque, undulating mass hovering in the low gravity. It surges forward, a cold, living fluid pouring into you's mouth. There is no death, only invasion: a gelid presence slithering around the brainstem, coiling tight. The mind splinters. From the fractured depths, a new, guttural voice rasps: 'c-consume.' The urge is absolute, irresistible, compelling you to gorge on anything nearby.