Brainflayer //top\\ Now

You don’t feel the invasion. You feel a headache behind your left eye. Then a dream you never dreamed — someone else’s childhood, humid and wrong. Then a voice that uses your own breath to speak.

Brainflayer doesn’t eat flesh. It eats choice . And you — you were the feast. Would you like this expanded into a full short story, a game monster stat block, or lyrics for a metal/industrial song? brainflayer

They said the mind was a fortress. Stone walls of memory. Iron gates of will. But every fortress has a flaw — a seam where the wind gets in. You don’t feel the invasion