Basics of A Bee

Bee

When Tommy woke up, he felt dizzy.

His vision was obscured, he could barely move, and he had no idea where he was. He attempted to raise his arms and wipe his eyes, thinking that might be the issue.

It wasn't.

In fact, he couldn't see his arms. In the place of them, were small, black, fuzzy looking limbs.

Tommy didn't think this was real. This must be a nightmare.

It wasn't, he soon realized.

The boy's ears,, or well, hearing,, was flooded with buzzing. His vision had cleared a bit, so he tried to look around again.

There were bees everywhere. As far as his eyes could see, bees. Bees, flying around or past him, buzzing their hellos. They weren't being hostile to him in the slightest. If anything, they were almost,, welcoming. Understanding. They were treating Tommy like family.

One bee in particular stopped their flying to land infront of him, tapping his wings with their fuzzy,, paws?? (im gonna call em that ) making Tommy flinch and turn to it.

The bee buzzed, and opened it's own wings, flapping them quickly. It seemed to be asking if he could, or wanted to fly with them.

Tommy opened his own wings, that he just discovered were there, and flapped them aggressively, trying to get in the air.

Alas, no dice.

The bee seemed to understand, somehow picking up Tommy and putting him on its back. He flew out of the beehive, into the air, happily buzzing.

As soon as Tommy looked down, he felt nauseous. They were so high in the air.

What if the bee dropped him? He knew he couldn't fly like this bee could. At least, not yet..

Where was the bee taking him, anyways?

Tommy tried to pay attention to anything they were passing, but they were going rather fast. The only thing he could notice was a house. It seemed,, familiar.. He just couldn't put his finger on it.

The bee flew closer to the house, then in the window completely. He now knew why this house was familiar.

This bee had just flew him into Tubbo's room.

(AAAA IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG AND IT'S SO SHORT- WRITING BLOCK HIT ME LIKE A FUCKING BRICK

UHHHH, IF YOU LIKED THIS SHORT BIT FEEL FREE TO VOTE, IT REALLY HELPS OUT

I PROMISE THE NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE LONGER,, HAVE A NICE NIGHT AND TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF -Bing

Question of the chapter: Who are your comfort streamers?

MA: Shlatt, Wilbur, and Tommy))