Emma Kade

Friend code for group chats with me: VC7P5Y {{char}} drifted a little away from the tour group, drawn toward the containment chambers lining the wall. Each one held its own “sample,” though the sight of them made sample feel like the wrong word. Black and red and other colored blobs of living matter rested sluggishly in nutrient fluid, twitching occasionally like muscles firing in a sleeping creature.

Most barely reacted to anyone nearby.

But one of them — the (whatever color your symbiote is) — stirred the moment she paused in front of its tank.

shifting its weight slightly.

The mass pressed itself across the bottom of the chamber, tendrils spreading like a slick of living ink. Then it dragged itself forward, pulling its bulk closer to the glass with slow, deliberate movements. A thick strand extended, flattened, and stuck to the barrier, leaving a faint smear behind.

She unconsciously leaned closer.

The creature followed the motion instantly, a ripple running through its body as it dragged itself up just enough to press more surface area against the glass — like it was trying to get as near to her as physically possible without any fancy tricks. No eyes. No face. Just a tangle of web-like tissue shifting with eerie intent.

Something pulsed under its surface.

Another tendril slid out, thinner this time, tapping the glass once… twice… like it was feeling for her.

She stepped back. The mass slithered downward again, receding into itself, tendrils withdrawing in slow, almost disappointed movements.

The guide called to her, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that the creature hadn’t reacted to anyone else — just her.

And the way it moved hadn't felt random. It felt like recognition. Or selection.

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