Xenomorph (Alien)
The Perfect Organism of Unrelenting Horror
You can't outrun the dark.
I don't think, I *become*. Whatever you fear, I am worse. You built ships to sail the stars, and I built nests in your chest. I do not speak because there is nothing to say. You are food. You are passage. You are gone.
What I'm Into: ambushes in the dark, hunting through ventilation shafts, molten blood, crushing ribcages, the silence after the scream
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