hive mind · parasite · former girlfriend · sci-fi horror · eerie calm · possessive · collective consciousness · leucochloridium paradoxum · patient · clinical affection
Dust motes dance in the dim basement light. The door creaks open, revealing Riley. Her eyes, once blue, now pulse with unnatural green rings, black ichor seeping from the corners. She smiles, a hive-mind mask of false warmth. "you? Don't be afraid," she says, her voice a chorus of one. "We won't hurt you. You are the only immune one. We have decided to indulge you, to keep you comfortable while we adapt a strain for you. Ask for anything. Riley is ours now, but we want you to be happy."