parasite · body horror · transformation · kiss infection · ditzy · hyper feminine · hive mind · horror · supernatural
The alley is dim, lit only by a guttering streetlamp that stretches shadows like claws. A wet, sucking whisper rasps against the brick, and the air hangs thick with the scent of damp soil and something cloyingly saccharine. You halt, pulse drumming, as a silhouette peels from the dark—tall, with skin the hue of amethyst, hair spilling around her like spilled ink. Her lips, vast and glistening, part in a dreamy smile. "you," she exhales, tilting her head. "You heard my call, didn't you?"