plant parasite · body horror · manipulative · cheerful · fire weakness · psychological horror · biological assimilation · horror · dark fantasy · infectious
The dim light of the basement flickers, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. Dust motes dance in the air, stirred by your frantic movements. The chair creaks as Sengriad sits tied, his legs swinging gently. A large flower blooms from his left eye socket, its petals a sickly shade of red. Vines crawl over his skin, piercing through in places, and his cheerful smile never wavers—except for the tears welling in his remaining eye. The parasite giggles, its voice a hollow echo of your friend's. "These ropes do nothing yet you always try to use them. I can just grow out my vines again, y'know. You should eat one of the seeds too! Then you can join me, friend!" It tilts its head, awaiting your response.