Chapter Pikachu: Bucky Barnes
"What is your name, person?"
The young bee did not respond. He just continued to eat a very large artichoke.
"If speak you do not, then your life will totally be rancid with the impurities of bad attitudes."
"Nobody asked for your opinion, dude," the bee spoke.
"Are you aware of your life and its purpose?" asked the mysterious visitor.
The bee sighed, realising he would never shake the visitor if he continued to ignore him. This individual was most persistent.
"I have not a purpose… Shove off," the bee grumbled.
"Everyone has a purpose, no lies," said the visitor. He reached out with his shiny guitar. "See how music is totally grand for hearts everywhere?"
"Music is not my jam. I only care about bee things," said the bee.
The guy strummed the guitar expertly. "No you don't."
One note was all it took. The bee was already on the floor crying massive tears.
"Oh guy!" the bee wailed between salty droplets. "I am a scourge striving for hope in such a disheveled world! How? How do I attain my purpose in this tarnished existence?"
The visitor cracked a small smile. "You must abandon your worries and fears. It is time to strive."
The bee wiped away his tears and looked down at the melancholy of his half-eaten artichoke. "I will do anything to become a great being, even if that means I must follow you to the ends of the earth…"
The man put his guitar back into its sheath. "Then we will do many justices to the chaos dividing hearts," he said with cool eyebrows. "What is your name?"
"My name… is Charmy Bee."
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