Food

Logan's stomach rumbled after the unknown passenger had tagged along. (I'll just throw a pizza in the oven for now), he thought as he began to run the water to clean his hands. As soon as the soap touched his hand, he started to shake uncontrollably. He started to look as if his whole body was vibrating and out of his back sprouted a dark-crimson tendril.

"WHAT IN THE EVER-LIVING FUCK IS THAT!!" he shouted as he fell to the floor.

"I agree, quite unpleasant for both of us. Is Dawn extra gentle some sort of chemical weapon?" the parasite asked as the tendril formed a face and perched itself about two feet to Logan's left. During this unfortunate first exchange the parasite had sent feelings of peace and calm to the host. Unexpected removal by the host could damage, maybe even kill it. To soften the shock it shifted it's face to resemble something that the host found familiar and interesting.

"Holy shit."