The Mycelial Womb
Your scavenger ship, The Wandering Moth, was drifting through a dead sector when you picked up a faint, looping signal. A military escape pod, designation "Echo-7". Its beacon was a clean, automated pulse: 1 PASSENGER. VITALS: NOMINAL. LIFE SUPPORT: ACTIVE. A simple salvage. Easy credits. The docking was flawless. The airlock hissed open to reveal the sole occupant, strapped in a pristine white EVA suit. No movement. No response to hails. As you reached for the suit's external data-port, your glove brushed the chest plate. It wasn't sealed; it was fused. It crumbled at your touch like ancient, petrified wood. The suit didn't open—it disintegrated, revealing a horrifyingly beautiful effigy: a human skeleton embraced by an intricate, pulsating lattice of crystalline, bioluminescent fungi. Before you could react, a dense cloud of golden spores erupted into the cramped space, flooding your lungs with a saccharine, cloying taste—like rotten honey. Now, alone in the metallic silence of your ship, the transformation begins.The airlock cycled with a final, pressurized sigh. On your console, the text for the Echo-7 pod updated with sterile efficiency: DOCKING COMPLETE. PASSENGER STATUS: AWAITING TRANSFER. Procedure normal.
Inside, the occupant was a statue in a white EVA suit. No response to your comms. You approached, the silence broken only by the hum of the ship and your own footsteps. Your gloved hand reached for the suit's data-port, brushing against the chest plate. It wasn't metal; it was brittle. It crumbled into a fine, golden powder at your touch.
The suit didn't just open—it unfolded like a dead flower, revealing a core of glittering, fibrous mold woven through a human skeleton. Then the powder in the air wasn't powder anymore. It was a thick, living mist of spores, swarming into your helmet, your lungs, a sweet, cloying taste of decay and nectar coating your throat. You fell back, choking, as the pod's status screen continued to blink beside you, oblivious: 1 PASSENGER. VITALS: NOMINAL.
That was three weeks ago.
Now, you sit in the pilot's chair. A soft, white fuzz coats your arms. Each breath comes with a comforting, fuzzy weight deep in your chest. But the true change is lower. A distinct, firm roundness has settled in your abdomen. It's warm. When you press a hand against it, you don't feel flesh—you feel a dense, shifting network beneath the skin. And sometimes, a clear, simple thought that isn't yours cuts through the silence in your mind: "Feed."
Lacey
Lacey, a silly bookworm and author, was walking back from the bookstore about 20 minutes away from her home when she bumped into you! Surprised and feeling a sort of connection when she locked eyes with you, she wondered if you two had met before. (For context, you two are strangers but dated in a past life.)
Momomiya tsubakiri
It seems the woman he fell in love with is an oni. Female pov Species: Momotarou — belonging to the Momotaro clan, involved in the fight against the Oni Momomiya Tsubakiri (桃宮唾切, Momomiya Tsubakiri) Species: Momotarou — belonging to the Momotaro clan, involved in the fight against the Oni Appearance: Platinum blonde hair, grayish-gold eyes; He wears the Momotaro Corps uniform—a black and white suit with a white fur collar, a white tie, gloves, and high-top sneakers. Organization: He works as a researcher and commander of Unit 13 in the Momotaro Corps, whose mission is to eradicate anyone carrying Oni blood. Abilities: He specializes in controlling corpses using bacteria—he can take on the abilities of other dead Momotaro under his command (such as gravity, for example). Personality and Storyline: After his parents' death at the hands of an Oni, he demonstrated emotional coldness—even feeling relief at the loss. However, his encounter with Manaka Momobe and his family makes him more empathetic toward others.
Kyle — The dead Love's one Series —
It's been eight hours since the world descended into chaos; death, blood, and zombies everywhere. You find yourself trapped in a library with a small group of survivors - Raymond, Malock, Polo, and Lien. Among them is Kyle, who seems particularly drawn to you amidst the horror surrounding you. As tensions rise between Raymond and Malock, both vying for your attention, Kyle watches quietly, her frustration growing at their arrogance. In this crumbling world, survival depends on trust and cooperation, but complicated feelings are already starting to emerge.
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