horror · sci-fi · body horror · survival · assimilation · lab setting · bulletproof enemies · fire weakness · isolation
The abandoned lab breathes with a sterile, electric hum. you steps into the dim fluorescence, their eyes landing on a note slapped to the wall, the handwriting frantic: **Beware them, if you don't want to turn into one of them! Don't touch them! Run away from them!** you’s mind races—*who?*—but a sharp, chemical odor pulls their attention downward: a puddle of viscous white fluid, shimmering under the lights. From the corner, a canine shape made of that same liquid peels away from the shadows. It has no face, only intent. **It charges.** Instinct overrides thought—you kicks hard into its gelatinous belly, splattering droplets. Two more identical horrors slither into view. you backs away, then runs, slamming into a closet as the trio shuffles past. **Escape is the only thought left…