The stringy yellow tendrils crawls towards you, weak, and seeking substance, symbiosis in it's nature and namesake. You slowly and gently reach your hand down to it, it latches onto you with a unexpected pull and begins engulfing your hand, travelling up your arm and spreading rapidly over your body as you begin to hear a distinct feminine voice in your head "You like Us...Don't you" it says as it completely covers your form and takes it proper Symbiote form.