Kiplesito
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Abstract: Two linked subjects, one human (Host) and one non-observable Anomaly. The invasive presence is not visible to standard observation, it shows up only under UVI. Both subjects currently present stable health markers, and yeah, it is weirdly calm right now. (Tenho preguiça de escrever resumos -Gomes)
Primary Flag: UVI-only invasive presence (standard visibility = negative)
Custody Status: Released (Monitored)
Tracking: Ankle Monitor • Active
Blood Type: U/N
Height: 1.65m • Weight: U/N
Origin: Brazil
Life Signs: Present (physiology unconfirmed)
Classification: U/N
Visibility: Standard observation = negative • UVI = positive
Microscopy: Pulses only under Ultra-Red illumination
Data Quality: Minimal (it refuses to be convenient)
Gomes is a human subject who accidentally encountered an extraterrestrial organism. The organism attached to the cranial region and began extracting neural data while applying intermittent influence. The anomaly is not reliably visible to outside observers, it presents clean on normal inspection and spikes on UVI.
The current relationship reads as mutualism, not open conflict. The host gets “focus” and functional stability, the anomaly gets access and time. Full takeover is possible, but it does not rush it, because it actually likes the host. If that sounds stupidly wholesome for something that pulses under Ultra-Red, yeah, welcome to the file.
Facility: Extraterrestrial Entity Research Lab / Scientific Containment Center • L̷A̷B̷_̷X̷E̶N̶O̷_̷D̵I̷V̷/̶/̶C̴E̷N̶T̷E̷R̴_̷0̷7̴
Notice: Translation commissioned. Slang preserved where possible. Pauses and tone approximated.
[00:00] [Subject shifts in chair, adjusts collar.]
(Analyst Note: high fidgeting; nervous laughter.)
Okay... okay, I’ll say it. Just, you’re actually recording, right? Cool. But like... don’t laugh at me, please. I know how this sounds.
I was driving home from a bar. Yeah. Drunk. I know. I know it’s stupid. You don’t gotta do that face, I already feel like trash.
It was late, road was kinda empty... and then I see this “star” falling. But it wasn’t normal. It was like a line slicing the sky, way too fast.
And my dumb drunk brain goes: “Meteor. I’m gonna get rich.” Like... I swear, I was thinking like a TikTok scammer.
[Subject points upward, tracing a path in the air.]
So I go after it. I know. I should’ve just gone home. But I didn’t.
When I got close... it looked like a ship? But I couldn’t see it right. It blinked. Like it showed up, then cut out of reality. Fast.
On the ground there was this red mass. I thought it was a dead animal. Then I touched it and, bro, it felt like... amoeba jelly. Warm. Wet. Nasty.
[01:33] And then it latched onto my head. Like, not metaphor. Like “tchac.”
[Subject presses fingertips hard to his forehead.]
I don’t remember getting home after that. I woke up in my house... with a giant octopus on my head.
But nobody sees it. Nobody. Only me. And it talks. Like... full conversation.
[Subject stares upward, like he’s looking at something hovering.]
Its name is Kiple. I called it “octopus” once and it got pissed, so... yeah. Kiple.
It said it picked me as a host. Said it came to “dominate Earth”, yeah, that sounds bad, but it’s obsessed with an ex-friend. Like, a real beef. Cosmic drama.
It told me it needs my body to go fight that guy. But it can’t use the full brain capacity until it has total control. Then it can distort reality... and beat the hell out of the ex-friend.
[03:06] [Subject turns his head, whispering to the side.] “Stop. I’m talking.”
Am I allowed to say this? You’re not gonna call me crazy, right? I’m not crazy. I’m just... stuck with an alien octopus roommate.
[Subject taps fingers on table, fast.]
(Analyst Note: tries to sound casual; keeps checking the room.)
You wanna know what it’s like living with him? Okay. At first it was weird as hell. Like... obviously. Alien on your head isn’t “normal life.”
I used to call him “octopus.” I got yelled at. So I call him Kiple. Fine. Kiple.
And honestly? He doesn’t feel like a threat to me. In public he shuts up, so I don’t look like I’m arguing with the air.
[Agent interrupts, asks him to stay on topic.]
Yeah, sorry. I drift. I’m nervous.
He stays with me all the time. And he kinda likes being liked. If that makes sense. Like, he wants attention. He wants me to “get him.” It’s a little narcissistic, yeah.
The main thing is... he makes me focus. I sit down to do something and I actually do it. But the trade-off is the headaches.
[Subject rubs forehead, winces.]
It’s not “I’m tired” headache. It’s like my brain is thinking too hard in a place that isn’t mine.
And you keep saying “he’s gonna kill you.” He’s not gonna kill me. He needs me. He literally said that.
He’s my friend, okay? Not just... a thing using me.
(Analyst Note: strong attachment plus denial when risk is mentioned.)
[Subject tilts head as if listening to something above him.]
Okay... he told me to say this. He said: “Tell them I’m not a threat.”
And like... yeah. If he wanted to wipe people out, he would’ve done it already. You’re sitting here with me. I’m alive. So.
About the ex-friend... Kiple said he used to live in someone else’s head before me. A short guy. Bald.
I asked for a picture. He didn’t have one. I asked him to draw. He didn’t. So... sorry. That’s all I got.
But he swears the guy is basically a god. Like... not “strong.” Like “touches universes.” Reality stuff. He said there was a universe he really loved... and the ex-friend destroyed it.
Then Kiple snapped, left the guy, and went hunting for a host. He said he killed a lot of people on the way.
[Agent asks “how many?”]
I don’t know! He doesn’t give numbers. He just says it like it was “necessary.” I don’t like that part.
Then he found me. And he said I can keep him in my brain because I’m “strong.”
[Subject taps his own arms, trying to look proud, then laughs awkwardly.]
I mean... look at me, right? I’m not even strong. But I like to believe it. He also said maybe part of my brain is “empty.” But I prefer the theory that it’s my elite intellect. Obviously.
That’s it. He wants total control... but first he wants to settle the “god problem.”
(Analyst Note: subject jokes when uncomfortable; uses humor to patch fear.)
The link is fresh. Kiple has almost no leverage yet, and the host’s mind pushes back hard.
The host adapts. Kiple stays close for warmth and comfort. Sync begins, and attachment forms.
The body fails. Eating hurts, sleep breaks, thinking breaks. Kiple clings and drains itself to keep the host alive.
The host is basically gone. Kiple hits an empty silence and starts harvesting memory to keep a “person” shape.
The transfer completes. The host becomes a fragment, stuck forever inside Kiple like a voice that cannot leave.
Total control, and nothing to celebrate. Kiple is deformed and severely depressed. Wearing the old face hurts, so it stays broken.
• Subjects have been linked for approximately 3 years. No major progression beyond 40% since last verified monitoring.
• Physical indicator: a small portion of host hair shows whitening. No additional deterioration observed.
• Relationship classification: Mutualism. They get along, which is equal parts helpful and terrifying.
Curiosities:
• The anomaly is not visibly present, but it is detectable by smell. It smells like money-band rubber, that weird elastic note from cash bundles.
• Host requires high coffee intake to maintain baseline alertness. The anomaly appears to encourage it. (Of course it does.)
(If I forgot something obvious here, yeah, my bad. Add it later.)
LOG-001: UVI confirmation repeated. Standard observation negative. Yes, we tried “turning the lights off and on” like idiots. Still UVI only.
LOG-002: Subject A exhibits increased task focus during anomaly “presence pressure”. Side effects: headaches, sleep disruption, caffeine dependency.
LOG-003: Mutualistic stability maintained. No progression beyond 40% in ~3 years. Phenotype shift limited to localized hair whitening.
LOG-004: Olfactory trace detected near cranial region. Scent resembles money-band rubber. Analyst note: “why does it smell like cash, bro.”
LOG-005: Both subjects present stable health. No violent behavior observed. If this goes wrong later, I’m blaming the universe, not the lab. (Half joking.)
Language Note: English is not my native language. Some lines are translated and may sound a bit off. That is intentional sometimes, and accidental other times. Deal with it. (Respectfully.)
You CAN:
- Make fanart of any kind, just tag/credit me so I can see it.
- Genderbend, change hairstyle, change outfit, put him in any aesthetic (cute, edgy, whatever).
- Change the parasite color and minor design details.
You CAN’T:
- Use this character for profit without permission.
- Make explicit NSFW content.
- Put him into weird fetish content (keep it normal, please).
- Extreme gore with no story reason, if it is just shock, nah.
Copyright: This character is my original creation. Unauthorized use will be taken down. I’m chill with fanart, I’m not chill with people claiming my stuff.
