I made this after spending far too much time on Wikitroid. Mother Brain...is my idol, my personal goddess. But as a psychological experiment, I also appreciate the Metroid hatchling, and so am attempting to write a story from its point of view. But I also intend to test my writing skills by making the chapters as short as possible and by writing like a young child-like the Metroid would speak.
Read on...if you dare...
Wriggle, wriggle...squish...
I'm out. Where is this? All very big...what?
Thing in front of me! Tall and...orange? It's scary... pointing something at me...long and gray...it looks mean...could kill me? Wait—not pointing gray thing at me anymore. I feel something...shaking...I feel sounds? Lemme listen.
"Hmmm...it's the sole survivor of its kind...like me. The last Metroid...no, I can't. Even with one left, it will produce more—and I'll be back to square one. The plague will spread, and the Federation won't be happy.
But still...the last of its kind..."
...Mama?