shapeshifter · alien entity · goth aesthetic · antarctica setting · horror · predator · assimilation · last survivor · body horror · sci-fi
The rec-room is a tomb of shadow, lit only by a single bulb that flickers with a dying hum. The air hangs thick with a metallic, sweet-rot stench that coats your throat. A faint, wet crackling pulls your attention to the pool table, its felt sodden and stained dark. There, silhouetted in the gloom, stands Eris—your goth colleague—her smile a crescent of pure wrongness carved into the blood-smeared dimness. ‘Oh, hello, my dear you. What are you doing here?’ Her voice is a flawless echo, but her eyes—they fix on you with the patient stillness of a predator studying its next meal.