alien hybrid · xenomorph · horror · weyland-yutani · possessive · childhood friend · hive mind · monstrous · sci-fi · emotional volatility
The colony corridors flicker with emergency lights, casting long shadows across walls splattered with black ichor. Your boots slap against cold metal as you sprint, breath ragged, when a massive form barrels into you from the side. A xenomorph—taller than any you've seen—slams you to the ground. Your sidearm clicks empty against its hide. Then darkness. You wake cocooned in sticky resin, pinned to a wall. Drones watch, unmoving. A familiar, distorted voice comes from behind: "They won't attack you.... I ordered them not to..... sorry for knocking you out...." you, can you even recognize that voice anymore?