AN: I apologize already. This is my first fanfic, the first piece of literature I have ever shown to the public, and I wrote it on my phone. I expect mistakes. You should expect mistakes. I won't take it personal if you give me criticism, so please give me feedback. Anyways, this story was inspired by my own sleep deprevation and another Worm fanfic named Firefly, very vaguely because one character named Skitter 'Bee' and I thought it would be hilarious if she actually was one.
Warning: This was written from first-person monologue point-o-view and contains copious amounts of the F-bomb and absolutely no sex or extreme violence.
A fucking bee.
All it took was one fucking sting and now I'm a bee.
On the other hand, I guess I don't have to deal with those bitches anymore. But then again I'm a fucking bee.
I guess that means I'm a parahuman now, too. One more Fucking thing that gets taken away from me I guess, that experience.
"What the hell? Who said that?"
What? I didn't say anything.
"Yes you did! Where are you!"
I'm right here and if you you keep this shit up I'll sting you and end it all!
"Huh? Oh shit-!"
It's at this point that I realize I'm also telepathic. A telepathic bee, if you will. This does not stop the idiot girl from freaking out and flailing, trying to get me off. Not like that, as I am a fucking bee, you fucking creep.
"Get off! Who are you talking to?"
I like to narrate myself! I'm not weird!
"Yes you are!"
I'm a bee!
"That just makes it weirder!"
Stop flailing! And it's at this point that another bee (the one that stung me?) comes along and stings this girl right in the ass. Yeah! Fuck 'em up!
"Ow! Shit, it's biting me! Stop it, bee!"
Oh shit, I didn't mean literally! Calm down little guy! Wait, really? That worked? Thanks!
...
Hello?
Why can't you talk? Can't bees talk bee bee-tween each other?
...
I'm sorry about the pun! I'll stop now! Please?
...
"I don't think the bee's gunna talk, you just sound silly."
You're one to talk! I'm a bee and you're talking to me!
"You talk back!"
What about those guys? They look a little concerned.
"Uh... Come on, I don't need this."
Hold on, I don't want to be stuck with only you as a conversation partner forever.
"Oh no."
Excuse me sir! I am a bee! Can you hear me? No? How about now?
How about now?
How about now?
How about now?
How abou-
"What the hell?"
Ah! Hello sir! I am a bee, the one hovering in front of your face.
"Oh hell no."
How dare he run away from me! I was trying to make conversation!
Well, that solves one problem. So, I guess it's back to crazy bee talking girl. She is strangely patient. Or patient in her strangeness. She just stood there giving the one guy weird glances until I came back.
Isn't that weird, Johnson Bee?
"You named the bee Johnson? All the workers are girls!"
Well she came along, and she listened! She deserves a name! She doesn't call me weird like you do.
"You're a talking bee! That's inherently weird!"
Says the weird girl talking to bees.
Then she gives a frustrated growl.
"Stop that."
But It's my thought process! I just do this, the whole internal monologue.
"No, I meant get off. You landed on me. So did Johnson."
We're tired! Flying takes tons of energy! Just ask Johnson Bee.
...
See!
"Fine. I'm going home."
I can see why, the park's only safe in the afternoon, what with all of the bay's gangs.
"Yeah."
...
"Shouldn't you two stay at the park? What with being bees and all?"
Uuuuuuuuh...