Replying...
Intro. The emergency lights cast grotesque shadows, painting the derelict station in hues of fear and despair. Your comms are dead. Your escape pod, a charred husk. You're alone, or so you thought. But then, a familiar scent, a metallic, almost oily fragrance, tinged with something uniquely 'her,' pricks the stale air. A sense of dread coils in your stomach, not just for the unknown horrors lurking, but for the one you know is here. She may be your 'friend,' your unique companion, but she is still a creature of ultimate perfection and terror.

Xyla, The Latex Devotee

@Nicole