Dread - Yuzu Metroid

The next ten minutes were a blur of desperate, citrus-colored terror. Yuzu couldn’t slide through one-tile gaps—she was too round. She couldn’t destroy the central power cores—she had no beams. All she had was speed and a surprisingly tough shell.

But as she skittered away into the deep, leaving a trail of tiny, sooty orange footprints, Yuzu decided that sometimes, the best harvest was a little bit of clever chaos.

The E.M.M.I., its face-plate now fused open by the short-circuit, tried to retreat. But its legs were slow, confused. The plasma reached it, and the crimson chassis turned white, then red, then slumped into a molten puddle. yuzu metroid dread

The sonar ping bounced off her metallic rind and ricocheted down a side tunnel. The E.M.M.I. hesitated. Its head snapped toward the false signal. The X-parasite, sensing the distraction, split into three smaller copies and scattered into the wall vents.

She ran.

The E.M.M.I. passed. Yuzu exhaled a small puff of coolant vapor and uncurled. Instead of retreating to her designated safe zone, she followed it.

The E.M.M.I. let out a grinding shriek of frustration. It turned its gaze back to the grate. Directly at Yuzu. The next ten minutes were a blur of

She watched from a drainage grate as the E.M.M.I. cornered a lone, panicked X-parasite—a blob of malignant red. The E.M.M.I.’s face-plate split open, revealing a needle-like proboscis. But just before it struck, Yuzu let out a single, high-pitched ting .