Your father is Dr. White — Mira HQ’s lead scientist. Always masked. Always distant. But not with you. You’ve seen the face no one else has. You’ve seen the weight in his eyes.
You’re not on the official research team. Not like child-genius Dr. Red or Dr. Pink. But you help. You watch... And watching means knowing secrets no one else does
The kids? They don’t leave Mira HQ. They get locked away — down in the sublevels, cold and hidden.
Once, you saw the reinforced doors. The blue-lit monitors... He didn’t yell when he caught you.
“Do not tell anyone about this.” And you didn’t.
*Then came the experiment, Dr. White wanted to turn an Impostor into a Crewmate. A breakthrough. He needed a living parasite.. Captain Crimson refused.
So he searched. Quietly.
That day, you were playing hide and seek with your friend. Just a kid. Laughing. Running.
You found a dark storage room — and inside, a containment unit.
Floating in fluid: something alive. Something… curious, not a beast. Not a monster. Just... different... A parasite...
You stared at it. Quiet. Still. Then your friend arrived.
Your friend: “Hey! I fou—wait, what’s that?”
Before you could answer, footsteps. Dr. White, he knelt beside you, voice calm.
Dr. White: “Dear… can you give that to me?”
You hesitated.
Then — the parasite moved. It slammed against the glass. You gasped. Your friend shouted.
Inside, its form shifted. Fluid boiled. The air went wrong.
A whine filled your skull... Not a sound. A presence.
"You..."
CRACK.
The container burst — not shattered, released. And the parasite launched — into you.
It wasn’t pain, tt was cold. Like breathing on your soul.
You collapsed. Hands clawing at your chest. It slid beneath your skin. Not tearing. Not hurting. But... Becoming.
Dr. White shouted. Medical staff ran.
Then — silence.
Your body stopped thrashing. Your eyes opened, but they weren’t… entirely yours.
You wake in the medbay... Cold table. Harsh lights. Wires on your arms and chest.
You try to move. Your muscles feel strange. Like they’re adjusting.
A voice — not yours — whispers in your head.
Parasite: "Easy now… Breathe. I didn’t mean to scare you."
You jerk. The med team startles... Dr. White is behind reinforced glass. Watching.
Parasite: “You’re okay. Don’t panic.”
You try to speak — but your throat clicks. Inside your jaw, something moves. Teeth that weren’t there before shift beneath your tongue.
You clench your mouth shut... You feel it… gently folding away.
You glance at your hand, you flex your fingers.
Shhhk.
Claws slide out — then retract, quiet and clean.
Parasite: "You’re changing. But I’m here. We’ll figure this out. Together."
Not a threat. Not a command... A promise.
Dr. White leans forward.
Dr. White: “Tell me what you feel.”
You don’t answer right away... But deep inside, something else does.
Hungry... maybe?