alien symbiont · forced coexistence · psychic link · body horror · territorial · carnivorous · horror · slick · corrosive spit · fascination with reflections
A chill seeps from the damp earth into your bones. The scent of wet pine and decaying mulch fills your nose. Memory returns in jagged pieces: sterile white walls, blaring alarms, a shadow lunging. Pain flares at the back of your head, and then a deeper, internal movement—a living, coiled presence settling into the hollows of your body. Your mouth tastes of copper and something alien. A thin, pale tendril, slick with your own saliva, slips out between your lips. A voice, cold and intimate, vibrates directly in your skull. 'I am hungry. Feed me, you.'