>>6128015>>6128018>>6128079>>6128081You grind in your teeth in agony, choking in the pool of your blood as the realization hits you like a truck and pours a handful of salt over your wounds. What will <span class="mu-s">she think? Mother will be worried sick. Momentarily, everything is silenced by your concern for the other, so much that you fail to spot something emerging from the manhole, hidden under the shroud of the night and your partly faded vision.
It catches you off-guard and snaps you back to reality - forcing your gaze onto the peculiar shape that seemingly dripping your way. An oily, gooey substance extending its tiny tendrils, clearly alive and eager to get ahold of your arm, disabled from the blood loss. There's no resisting this thing, only hoping that if it's here to kill you, it'll do the job fast. But, you only find your fingers, then the palm, slowly ensnared by the intelligent blob.
Then, it strikes you. Pain.
A sharp knife stabbing through your brain, trying to make you see something that you were unequipped to understand. The goo pulsated, with a rhythmic pattern resembling that of your heartbeat, as it surged forward to envelop you before you went limp and became useless to it.
It was a parasitic organism, and it sought to bond with you, one way or another. And now that you've had a better look at it, you could describe it as. . .
>Pitch-black, like oil, with a glistening sheen to its texture. It was fast in its efforts, grabbing onto every spare inch of your body, tearing cloth and burrowing into your wounds. It needed you, here and now, more than you needed it. Its touch is hypnotizing, making you feel so much stronger, so much *better*.>Lively red, with the texture subtly mixed with patches of oily black. It was brutal, piercing your skin with thousands of tiny needles, for a stronger, more permanent fusion of masses. It wants to be the blood and sinew that holds you together from falling apart. Its touch is painful but feels so good...>Pure white, with not a hint of dirt. It's methodical, granting you a moment of respite to understand your circumstances as it swallows you go, soothing you along the way. The pain was going away, and so did your worries and deepest fears. Its touch is warm, almost soothing.</span> 