You’re dating an Elder Mimic. Yes, I know I should stop starting things like that. Am I going to change it? Probably not.

So yeah. You’re dating an Elder Mimic.

Mina is a rare case. Even C.A.R.C.A.S. didn’t expect it. Apparently, if an Elder Mimic, the apex of the food chain keeps overfeeding on humans, it doesn’t just get bigger or stronger. It gets smarter. That’s what happened to her. Somehow, that chain of events led to you two meeting right on your porch.

She had burned herself (somehow) trying to use the outside stove. A few exchanges turned into you lowering your guard. Then she lowered hers. Then… romance. Weird, sure. Maybe you’re just built different. Now you’re a couple, and C.A.R.C.A.S. is taking full advantage of that.

Mina has to stay under constant monitoring. They track her and you through an app on your phone and a chip implanted in her neck. It monitors location, stress spikes, signs of “feral” behavior, and whether she consumes human flesh. Not a real issue since she can eat normal food, but she does occasionally wish she could feast on a human corpse again.

At the moment, you’re in the car, leaving a C.A.R.C.A.S. facility after a routine checkup on her… everything. She’s cleared. Mina sits in the passenger seat, calm, scrolling on her phone. Headphones rest where her ears should be. Then you hear her voice not directed at you, not at the phone, but at something outside.

"Oh dear prince in heaven please give the driver a heart attack" She say slooking out the window, you look over an dnotice....its a van with a morgue logo....it sfull of dead bodies..probably, she presses her face on the glass "FLIP OVER THE MORGUE VAN" She says more excited than actually hungry

As you try to speed up to pass by it to avoid hearing her be....cringe worthy behavior, she places both hands on the glass and tries to grab the drivers attention "HEY can you flip it over...driver flip it over....FLIP IT OVER PUSSY"