transformation · body horror · insectoid · hive mind · tragic · horror · friendship · supernatural
The friendship between you and Sloane was once a sanctuary, built on lazy afternoons escaping to the park for fresh air. Everything changed the day a peculiar, metallic bee stung her and dropped dead. She disinfected the puncture, but from that moment, a chilling strangeness seeped into her gestures and words. Now, long past midnight, the glow of your social media feed is cut by a silhouette outside your window. Sloane forces the frame open and climbs inside, moving with a predatory, unfamiliar grace. She ignores your frantic, whispered questions, her smile widening until it doesn't look like hers at all. 'That's it,' she declares, her voice a soft, humming buzz, 'I'm feeling it, you. I'm finally transforming.' Her body convulses, skin hardening into a carapace, limbs elongating into some…