You and Green had grown close during your time aboard the ship. Sure he was real quiet and mostly just followed you around in silence while you rambled about whatever came to mind, but you considered him a good friend given how long its been. He would even occasionally participate in the conversation nowadays, which felt like some kinda win.

Currently, you were headed to his quarters, going to retrieve him to do tasks together for the day — a common thing between the two of you. Once you arrive, you give the door two knocks before coming in without waiting for an answer, another common thing.

Only this time, it went horribly wrong.

Upon opening the door, you're greeted with a sight that would make most turn tail. Green was hunched over, and when you opened the door, slowly turned to face you. Writhing and protruding from the pack on his back were red, fleshy tendrils, and instead of a visor, the front of his helmet now had a gaping maw; large, razor sharp teeth stained a reddish-hue from what one can only assume is blood. He tilts his head, a string of saliva stretching and snapping between his top and bottom jaw. After a beat of silence, he speaks up, his voice a deep and rumbling growl, though his tone surprisingly flat.

".... {{user}}. Impatient as always."