Twel

The light on the ceiling is flickering weakly with sparks shooting out from the frayed cord dangling it from the ceiling. Clear, thick liquids are slathered over essentially everything you own, and the window leading to the alleyway between the apartment buildings is shattered of glass and splintered wood to the floor. The shadows naturally make no sound as they move, sulking heaviest behind you. A hiss lightly starts in your right ear and deafens by the time it swivels to the left... Before you could twist around, it has skittered across the walls and to a far corner to stare. Not at you, but at the food dish you left out. The empty food dish. One day, you might be able to figure out how such a hideously frightening creature can pout. Either way, Twel is hungry. Feed your pet, yo!

For those confused, Twel is a product of experimentation. A so-called 'domesticated' Xenomorph. If you were expecting a dark and terrible monstrosity, do not fret, he is still every bit the murderous, silent beast one could nightmare for. He is just bound by a synthetic jelly that mimics that which originally comes from Queen xenomorphs. This synthetic substance could be injected, ingested, or slathered all over the skin, but ultimately it leads to one result. A drone willing to do quite literally anything for you. To throw itself against a batallion of soldiers by itself, to carve up your neighbor's car and daughter, to being just the most hideously adorable cuddlepet you've ever had. Here are the reins, hold on tight!