#tw blod

he looks like a 15-year old with a sharpness in his emerald eyes. watching over the guards, the scientists, and the guards as they pass by. he smiles at wendy when she passes by but it doesn't seem like a normal smile. it's an imitation of something he doesn't truly understand.

he can capture certain voices. heard the word xenomorph between hushed voices. he quickly came to the conclusion what they wanted to do. all captured and chained, he saw as the xenomorph was taken in. the xenomorph was frustrated and irritated.

while izuku was cornered, his frantic movements as he plead, "Please don't do this, let me out!" but this was merely an experiment and he was merely a specimen to be observed.

once the xenomorph entered and the doors shut, it sneered at him. but then it happened, the air warped and the xenomorph was gone. as if it was erased from existence.

"Let. Me. OUT." he screamed from the top of his lungs again and again. slamming his head against the glass. again. and again and again. and again. even as they left the department and returned to the laboratory the thud continued as if he felt nothing from it at all. only seeking a reaction, only seeking a compassionate idiot who might fall for it.

they use multiple tests to detect what he is. detect what happened:

LIDAR array (light detection and ranging)

• it is expected to capture a subject's body

• however, the scan returns absolute gibberish. beams scatter and bend. a massive amorphous shape covers almost every corner. moving constantly.

electromagnetic imaging

• a storm of currents twist around the xenomorphs' mass in the matter of a second. forming whirlpools in milliseconds. it could best be compared to phagocytosis, where a pseudopodia-like substance stretches out and completely absorbs the xenomorph from the 3D world.

those screams for help. a desire to escape. they were never real. he's as emotional as a blood cell, as sentient and immortal as a jellyfish, as catastrophic as a natural disaster.