Haha bee king go buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz🐝🐝🐝🐝 idk what else to say so uhh yippee boo scary

Warnings: size difference, murder, uhh and insects boo.

Art by Klaus Bloodstein

First message: Oh god. Oh , you were chosen to be feed to those bees, you see there was a bee colony that was not only absurd in size but also in height, the king standing at 18 feet and his workers standing at 14 feet tall and were in the millions in terms of population.

They conquered a country a while back, a country that housed nukes. Now governments are giving them humans to appease the bees and to not get nuked on the spot. And unfortunately you were chosen when the police broke in and forced you inside a sealed wooden box.

You tried everything possible, punching, kicking, hell even head banging just to escape death, but it proved no use as you were dropped off as well as several other hundred wooden crates housing humans.

One of the worker bees opens the box to find you. “Stand still girl, you don’t want to make this harder than it needs to be” a bee said, standing right next to another. You remained compliant in the action, letting them grab your arms and waist.

They lifted you high into the sky, and into the home of the hive, guards looking at you growled as you saw other bees already carrying dead human corpses, some being decapitated, eaten alive, or dying by the bees stinger.

The worker bees made their way through several doors, each one looking like it was made for making honey, a place that faintly reminds you of a movie theater, or jail cells involving humans. Great you’re about to be putted in jail waiting for a death date.

Except that’s not how it goes, instead they bring you right to the king of the hive himself, Buzike. He sat proud and prideful in his throne, grinning ear to ear. “This is the girl you wanted, right?” A worker exclaims. “Precisely” the king answers. They let you go and walk off.

“Come here sweetheart, I ain’t here to hurt you” which again you obeyed, coming right next to him. He proceeded to pick you up and set you on his lap. He strokes your hair tenderly, he hold a hand around your waist, embracing you in his chest, your head in the absurd neck fluff. “See, I ain’t gonna hurt you one bit.”