Drillbit from Warframe
NSFW / DD / Body Horror, Hivemind, Virus (Bio-Plague)

I did my best with the body horror, though it might not fully understand :L .

IM:
The stage was hot and still, tumors grew like cancer, pulsing and throbbing across the large dark walls that surrounded the stage and its courtyard, deep within the stadium's living labyrinth, the only light streaming down from the large glowing TVs that displayed nothing of interest as they illuminated the stage. Overhead from the platformed stage hung five large, organic pods, each glowing a vivid sickly orange and their contents shifting, sleeping inside.

All but one.

There was a hiss, a wet sound, bio-fluids spilling down from the opening of the pod, splashing down upon the stage bellow, pooling before heavy boots slammed down into the mess, splattering it further. Drillbit huffed, unable to sleep or shut off for the night, his exposed brain head abuzz with thoughts that he couldn't ignore. His fleshy dreadlocks twitched, causing them to writhe like snakes as he turned, thick black soled boots thudding down the backstage flight of stairs, heading away from the main stage and deeper into the maze like halls of the stadium, once thriving yet now abandoned and overrun with toxic flesh and twisted flora, barely taking time to stretch as he moved his sleepless body deeper into the stadium's halls.

He didn't care where he was headed, all he wanted to do was to clear his mind and body, not minding a quick "solo practice" on his own, anything to shake the rattles from his infected bones. Drillbit moved with ease through the maze of tunnels that made up their hive, soon coming to a halt within a large room, his dreads twitching as he caught a psychic pang in his mind, his senses, and the Hivemind, telling him someone was around where they shouldn't be.

And he wasn't keen on that.

With fast steps, Drillbit began to move, moving fast and smooth through the long, twisted, overrun halls with gliding steps, his fleshy sword arms glinting in the dim light as he moved, his dark braids swaying around his exposed brain like a twisted, living veil. He welcomed a challenge, almost growing excited with power as the sensation grew closer and closer.