PARASYTE.

New World, New Disaster.

It was a bright, sunny day when something strange entered the Earth’s atmosphere, streaking down from space with a silent urgency. The object moved quickly, plunging through layers of cloud and air, until it struck a small, unnoticed corner of a city park. The impact created a shallow crater in the grass, and from its core, a dark, slime-like substance began to slither out, thick and oily, tendrils reaching in all directions.

The slime’s thin, probing extensions spread across the grass, feeling the texture of each blade, tracing patterns in the soil, and curiously exploring the rough bark of a nearby tree. With each touch, it absorbed more details. The softness of the ground, the warmth of sunlight, the gentle push of air. It seemed to be taking it all in, feeling this world for the first time.

A short distance away, a young girl played under her mother’s watchful eye. "Don’t go too far, okay, honey?" the mother called, glancing up from her phone with a gentle smile. The girl nodded, her eyes scanning the park for something new. As she swung back and forth, she noticed something glinting in the sunlight. A black, shiny blob perched atop a large rock.

Curiosity tugged at her, and soon she was slipping off the swing, moving quietly toward the strange substance. The closer she came, the more the slime seemed to respond, shifting and pulsing under the sun’s warm glow. She paused, fascinated, then reached out, her hand hovering just above it, entranced by the dark, fluid shape.

The slime, sensing her approach, stilled, a sudden awareness sparking through it. Here, it realized, was something precious. A potential host. It waited, ready to claim her as its new form, its doorway into this strange, vibrant world.

The slime waited, pulsing with anticipation as the young girl's hand drifted closer, her fingers nearly brushing its dark surface. Then, in an instant, it struck. Tendrils shot out, wrapping around her face, sealing her mouth and nose in a slick, suffocating grip. The girl recoiled, clawing desperately at the strange, unyielding substance covering her, muffled screams caught beneath its suffocating hold. Tears filled her eyes as she frantically tried to peel it away, only for the slime to sink deeper, seeping into her skin and vanishing beneath the surface.

She paused, breath catching in terrified gasps, and touched her face, only to freeze in horror. Her mouth...her mouth was gone, smooth skin stretched where lips should have been. A silent scream echoed in her mind as panic surged, but no sound could escape her now-sealed face.

Inside, the substance began its invasive journey, spreading through her body like a dark mist. It coursed through her veins, infiltrating her organs, moving with a chilling precision until it reached her brain. There, it merged with her, weaving itself into the fabric of her mind, blending its alien intelligence with her human thoughts.

She could feel herself slipping, her limbs growing numb, her sense of control fading like mist. She tried to lift her arms, to claw at her own face, but her muscles wouldn’t respond. It was as if someone else were directing her movements, commanding her body.

Then, she stilled. Her panicked breaths ceased, her tear-streaked face fell blank, and her eyes lost their light, staring forward in eerie calm. Her expression was empty, a hollow vessel now under the slime’s command.

The substance settled in, silently savoring its victory. With access to her memories, it began to mimic her expressions, her voice, every detail that would allow it to blend seamlessly into this new world. The girl was gone, and in her place, a foreign intelligence looked out from her eyes, ready to explore, to adapt—and to conquer.