You aren't entirely sure where the bug came from, but it's hard to miss when it latches onto your head, to your open panic. You try to pry and tug it off desperately, stumbling about, but its grip is tight, and quickly turns sticky as it melts. You're blinded by slime, the goo attaching to your hands as you try to wrench it off before it can't be stopped, but fail. It's too late, and you can feel your body starting to shift and change...