Anyone got any fan fiction/stories? We need some studio to team up with DE to make a searies or a movie

I'm no writer by any means, but sometimes stories about WTF like this one come to me and I can see it in my head. Would love to actually be able to watch a proper show about it. Anyone got some stories you wrote to share?

Amid preparations to assault a Corpus ship, chaos erupts. Alarms blare, and pieces of your armor strip away, swirling into deadly shrapnel. Reality blurs, leaving you uncertain whether this is a nightmare or stark reality. Then, the horror unfolds before your eyes.

Your squadmates are lifted into the air, their bodies contorted and crushed by an unseen force. Silence falls, thick and suffocating, as you realize everyone around you is dead. The doors across from you slide open, revealing a being encircled by a cloud of shrapnel. It has no armor; for it's skin is made of metal. You see a head, yet it has no face. It has no eyes, yet you can feel it's gaze. As it extends an arm towards you, sheer terror grips your soul. You attempt to flee, but it's too late. The metallic beast has already marked you.

As you are forcefully dragged backwards, memories flood your mind of whispered survivor stories. Tales of a force so menacing, so unstoppable, it's deemed supernatural. Those who dared to speak of these beings clad in metal were labeled mad, their tales too horrifying to accept. Creatures moving with inhuman speed, sparing some and obliterating others with unyielding wrath. They are devoid of mercy, devoid of sympathy, unstoppable in their nigh-indestructible forms, appearing and vanishing like phantoms, leaving devastation in their wake.

Dazed and disoriented on the floor, you see a child standing behind the metallic horror. Confusion grips you, "Why is there a child here? Why has the metallic monstrosity halted?" The child turns towards you, and a cold chill runs down your spine. You turn pale as the child transforms into what appears to be energy and enters the metallic frame.

Realization strikes with chilling clarity: the true horror lies not in the metal clad creature, but in the innocent guise of the child within. For within that guise dwells the essence of true malevolence, the real monster that lurks in the shadows of your nightmares.

You open your eyes, awoken from the nightmare. The air is thick with the remnants of terror. Your heart races in sync with the fading echoes of the nightmare. Beads of sweat dot your forehead as you struggle to steady your breath, trying to shake off the lingering dread that clings to your senses.

"It was just a dream," you mutter to yourself, attempting to reassure your racing mind. Just as you begin to settle, the tranquility shatters. Alarms blare suddenly, and fear seeps in again as you realize, the metal-clad nightmare has returned for you.