A/N: This is a short oneshot that takes place in a bug!au, and was very probably a terrible idea. Shall we begin?
"Knock, knock."
A sigh escaped me as I replied. I didn't want to encourage her, but not responding would be worse. "Who's there?" I muttered.
Her wings fluttered as she giggled, "Banana."
Not this joke, I groaned silently, any joke but this one. Of course I knew this joke, if it could be called that. She loved it. Which meant she told it over and over. And over. And over. I couldn't stand her sometimes, but I loved her. She was my angel. I landed on a soft wall, hands and feet gripping the lacy textured material easily. "Banana who?" We had to find food. She knew this, she just didn't want to be "bored" while we searched.
"Knock, knock, Sherlock." She hovered a few feet away, rubbing her hands together gleefully.
My eyes narrowed. Angel or not, how much longer could she tell this joke? "Who's there?" I buzzed past her, nearly clipping her in my haste to escape. End it now, I pleaded silently, please. We couldn't go back empty handed again. And that would happen if she didn't stop soon.
"Oran- "
Something huge fell towards her. "IRENE!" I screamed her name. She didn't move as the thing hit her with a deafening CRUNCH! She struck the table, her wings bent and torn, and her legs at odd angles.
I landed beside her, all thoughts of food forgotten. "Irene," she was dead. She couldn't be dead. I saw the thing coming back in the corner of my eye. I didn't move. "Orange who?" my voice trembled. "Irene," the thing fell faster, "Orange who?"
Our colony wouldn't miss us. She, the joking trickster, and me, only one of many males. The odd ones out.
She was the only one for me, and I wouldn't leave her. She was my angel. My lovely, funny, beautiful, Wasp angel. I closed my eyes as the roll of newspaper crashed down, and then, oblivion.
A/N: WEll thats that I suppose. Let me know your thoughts dearies, I would love to hear them. And not to worry, I don't bite.