Eyes opening slowly, the feeling of dread consuming not only the mind but the body, sore throat, lungs hurting, a headache and the sound of ringing continuing to get louder.
What happened?
The sounds of ringing slowly fading, the voices of others screaming, the yells and pleads of bugs, the sight of running, the sight of red. Fires consuming corners of the streets, the sounds of sirens, the patter of feet, the rubble of buildings once grand covering bodies.
What's happening?
Hornet found herself in this strange state of consciousness, her thoughts echoing throughout her head, the feeling of blood leaking from her body, the realization that she was stuck under the rubble of her own café.
That was where it all began, the world as she knew it was gone slowly after, no more smiles or sounds of laughter.
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'What happened to us? What happened to the world? Where did we go wrong? Is this simply our punishment?'
Hornet, a young traveler and hunter of the wastelands. The infection claimed many bugs in the lands of Hallownest, now she's alone and travelling throughout the remains of the civilisation that once stood high.
Hearning news that her siblings are still alive gives hope and purpose to Hornet once more. Now she searches for them, and prays to whatever god is listening that they are safe.
On her travels she'll meet other strange bugs, and together they might manage to survive. But will the stern and cold Hornet accept their kindness? Or will she simply walk on her own?
Modern au/technology etc is a thing and the characters used to live normal "human" lives before the chaos unfolded.
This story will contain mature themes, swearing, gore, drinking and sexual themes.
Might contain ships like Grimm x Hornet, Quirrel x Hornet and Ghost x Grimmchild- (however its just a possiblity and I don't know if I'm going to add it to the story or not)
⚠️⚠️Cover art belongs to me! Please don't use it unless given permission! ⚠️ ⚠️
So many heartbreaks. How many heartbreaks can one man take? It hadn't been many, but Quackity lost count quickly. Could he have another chance at love? But with who?
After so many years of feeling dead, inside, and outside, he forgot how it felt to be truly happy. To be alive. To love. He completely forgot, after decades of limbo, he forgot how to truly live. Perhaps someone out there could make him feel himself again.
All of this is written in a timeline that is close to the canon timeline that we are shown, but it is not exactly the same as you will read later on. This is all characters, even if Quackity's real name is used a few times, this is NOT shipping the CC's.
No smut (SURPRISING FOR MY USUAL READERS!), just fluff, and angst.
After uploading all of this from my notebook, I now realize how short this story really was and that the chapters are below 1,000 words, which is different for me considering I'm a pretty detailed writer... regardless, this one is for all of the readers who like shorter stories with a smaller amount of parts!