My POV
The scientists walk in, and give me a nod, to recognise my prescense. They lead HER in, And she seems, unnerved. She walks in, and sees me, and screams. Ow!!!!! I flinch away. The scientists comfort her and try to calm her down. She does reletively quickly. "What...is.... That!" She asks Willow, pointing at me. "That would be a Xenomorph. Our friendly Xenomorph" Willow smiles. Referring to me, almost lovingly. What can I say? I'm the pet. And I wouldn't have it any other way. "You made a Xenomorph?! How?" SHE asks. "Well, we made a Bacteria of sorts. To manipulate a human's DNA to morph them into a Xenomorph. At first we though our friend here, would be a Viscious Killing Machine, but, it turned out, that He, we think it's a he, Turned out rather friendly... His old self." Willow smiles I'm pretty sure. "When was this?" SHE asks. "5 years ago"
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SHE seems to be taking the Existence of a Xenomorph rather well. Though she doesn't know, ITS ME.
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Alien// Not Born, But Made (Either, Discontinued, Or Gonna Be Rewritten)
Fanfictionscientists decide to create a bacteria of sorts to turn someone into a Xenomorph. //SHORT CHAPTERS//
