day 341 and i have another xenomorph au with some Hank and connor~ Hank was trying to get some maintenance done but connor wants cuddles with the human instead
Okay I have started randomly thinking about the Aliens Vs Predator game (the 2010 one).
Specifically the xenomorph campaign, along with xeno-batfam. Y'know, just slowly rotating it.
Just thinking of a what if scenario slash crossover y'know. I mean the vibes are there with xenomorph experiments and all that y'know. Just pondering on if Bruce never ended up on Earth per se
Heck maybe the JL don't even exist yet or something idk, just rotatin ideas rn lol
Here's a playthrough with no commentary on if anyone is curious, though do be warned for blood violence and death, y'know the usual for Alien lol
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JJBA character and reader dealing with facehuggers and aliens.
Alien/Xenomorph AU
Warnings: Angst, violence, character-death
Well.....this will be interesting. I’m sorry if it’s poorly written.
Please enjoy.
Some people said that there was no such thing as monsters. That they were nothing to fear for they didn’t exist. Those people, ironically, were the first ones to die from those....things. A warning had been sent out that a containment breech had been activated but the thing that got out was beyond a human’s wildness imagination and darkest nightmares. Reminding them all why they once feared the dark.
Monstrous creatures coated in thin slime and drool dripping from their blood stained fangs that claimed countless lives. Staring into the empty void to see those smaller jaws inside its opened mouth dart out before all going dark. A lifeless corpse, another victim to these monstrous beasts. Both [Name] and Robert had seen them and they both wished they never did. Days had passed since the thing broke out and all of Ogre Street and London became a slaughter house in a manner of days.
Rapid gunfire was heard from outside, the hissing screech of those monsters and the screams of whoever tried to kill one. Then silence. So many good people being so easily killed. These things knew no mercy, no limitations.
[Name] moved the damp cloth away from Tattoo’s forehead and checked him again, Robert had found his friend unconscious a little over a day ago outside and had brought him inside, refusing to let his friend be left to die in the streets. He and [Name] had been surviving on bare minimum and remaining as silent as possible.
“How’s he doin’?” Robert questioned, concern dancing on his tone as he stood beside his beloved. [Name] sighed softly,
“He’s running a fever and earlier when he woke up, he kept complaining about his throat and chest.” Those symptoms struck dread into the pair of them, Robert shaking his head a bit, refusing to believe it.
“Love, are you sure? I-It could just be an injury he got outside, what if i-” The blonde thug cut himself off as he gripped his hair tightly, trying to keep himself together and failing to do so. They all knew how those things grew in numbers. What their connection to those flesh coated eggs were, and the spider-legged things that emerged from them were.
[Name] stood and hugged him, feeling him shaking in her arms. “I’m sorry, Robert. I truly am.” [Eye colour] orbs shifted towards their friend, feeling her own dread-laced sorrow coil and bounce around inside of her. They got him, and they infected him with their parasitic offspring. Small tears brimmed her eyes but she tried to stay strong, for her and for Robert.
Tattoo woke some time later, his entire attitude different. He knew himself. Out of everyone she knew, Tattoo had always seemed one of the strongest, he was always great company around and he and Robert were thick as thieves. Now, this was how it would end.
Moving some things about and pulling out some resources she had been able to salvage, footsteps were heard behind her, followed by heavy, strained breathing. Turning around, she saw Tattoo behind her, pain carved in his expression as he clutched his chest. Robert’s coffee brown eyes widened and he jumped up from his chair and rushed to his friend.
“Ey, ey, ey, Tattoo! Come on, sit. You shouldn’t be up an’ ‘bout like this.” [Name] stood there as Robert set his friend down on the chair beside him.
“Boss....I ain’t got long left. Can feel the bloody bastard squirmin’ in me chest.” Robert shook his head,
“Don’t go ‘bout sayin’ that, Tatts. You’re gonna be alright. We’ll get it outta you and you’re gonna be alright.” He had lost too many friends to those monsters, he was not going to lose his best friend to them either. He couldn’t. Tattoo looked at him, the pain embedded into his expression.
“Please, boss.....I-I don’t wanna die to those things.” He spoke, “Please....put me out me misery. And kill the sucker before it bursts out me chest.” Tears welled in Robert’s eyes at that, shaking his head as his whole body shook.
“No! I ain’t gonna fuckin’ shoot you! You’re my best friend and-” His words were cut off by Tattoo.
“-an’ I’m already dead with this thin’ in me! Please, boss.” [Name] tried to calm herself but all of this was becoming too much. For as long as she knew, Robert and Tattoo have been friends. She couldn’t imagine what was running through her lover’s mind at this moment.
Robert’s body shook more as the tears began to spill down his face, slowly pulling the gun from his pocket. The weapon shaking like he had never held one before and slowly aimed it at his friend’s head. For a moment, Tattoo smiled through the pain.
“Thank you, Speedwagon.” [Name] looked away, hearing the gun shake in Robert’s hand and his sobs as he tried to force himself to pull the trigger to end his friend’s suffering.
“I-I’m sorry, Tatts....”
The gunshot went off followed by the thud of a body landing on the floor. And Speedwagon just cried. The gun slipped from his grip as he dropped to his knees, burying his face in the wooden floor, tears spilling. [Name] went over to him and held him close, letting him cry into her shoulder. Her own tears trickling as she held onto him. Tattoo died long before the bullet was shot, he died the minute that parasite was forced into him when he was trying to protect someone else. Killed in action.
