And so, the four Star Fox Team members rambled around in front of the door, not knowing what they could do to solve the fact of the invader that had somehow gotten onboard the Great Fox.
Suddenly, Peppy and Fox got weird looks on their faces.
"What's so important?" the hare questioned.
"Nothing!" Fox giggled in response, and the two suddenly started running away from the door, playing around like little children. Their frolicking voices faded. Slippy was left alone in the corridor, incompetent against the threat of the disgusting vampire thing. He had no idea what to call it, so he pretty much decided on "It." Suddenly, the toad had a thought. It was a strange, alien thought, not his, coming into his mind. The thought was: "Its name Is Neazca." Slippy screamed.
Now not only had all Slippy's other teammates gone insane or naïve, now something was giving him thoughts. He stood in silence for an hour or so, listening to his mind. Nothing else came. He felt that it was a one-time deal, and he was glad for that.
But still the matter of "Neazca." Slippy stared into the porthole again. The thing suddenly seized, trembled, and veins and tendrils appeared and throbbed. Tentacles sprouted, fangs ruptured the gums, and larger tendrils crept over the body. Some sickening tongue appendage came through the lips, a translucent gray slab of flesh, but something with sharp toothy spikes occasionally slid through the tongue, oozing out the front and retracting. Slippy fainted.
Although he only stayed out a few minutes, it was enough for him to receive the news. Yes. I'm transforming. I'm metamorphasizing. I'll be changing again, too. I'm your worst nightmare, came the intrusive idea, this time in the first person.
"Oh man…help…" he gasped, trying to relax and let himself float. He dozed off. This may have been the single worst mistake of his life.
Slippy awoke in front of the cockpit hatch. He rubbed his eyes from sleep. He had been quite comfortable in the zero-gravity air. But then his comfort dissipated. Inside the cockpit, the thing had changed again. Six arms. More tentacles. A more vile appendage sliding out of the tongue. And worse than anything Slippy would ever imagine, worse than all the clumsiness and the near-amputation of his thumb twice, all the shame and misfortune and getting stranded on Titania. All the terrors he had faced never came up to this. Fox was dead, stuck to a console, his throat torn out messily. His only friend, dead. He cried. He bawled and let it blob from the corners of his eyes for a half an hour.
Eventually, though, Slippy gathered his thoughts and stared back into the death room, averting his eyes away from Fox's corpse. Instead, he scanned the room for any trace of the other two team members. They were not there. He floated around, back and then back to the cockpit, reaching the second entrance. He scanned the room from that viewpoint. There was nothing of the others. They were supposedly safe. But nothing could demolish the toads morale any further. He began to sob softly again.