Very Waspy Adventures

Very Waspy Adventures

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Thorne, your typical metric paper wasp (Polistes Metricus). She's curious, she's chill (despite what SOME less than correct stereotypes would like to tell you), she likes cherry blossoms, and she sometimes breaks into that kind hoomun's house because she knows she's gonna get sugar water and fruit there. No bug knows its name, they call it the one who sets free. Every bug, from bees to other wasps, to moths, weevils and roaches, too. They all know it. The only words and phrases they understand from it though are "Hello." "Sup?" "Ohhh, hi." "Cute!" "Cutie!" "Hi sweetie!" "Come here-" "Let me free you!" "You're so sweet!" "There you go!" Phrases only wasps understand are "The media did you dirty." "My child!" "Miss ma'am." "Girl-" "You're so pretty!" "I'm a wasp summoning wizard! Every time I talk about the spontaneous house wasp phenomenon, look who shows up? I swear I spawn them in! ...I'm not complaining, but seriously?" Back to the plot: Thorne was always told never to interact with any other bug in a friendly manner. But what if when the one who sets free is gone?
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Lilliana's great grandfather passed away. The house emptied and the dust gone, her family sold it though she never saw anyone buy it nor come near it. The house just next door to her great grandfather's was also owned by her family - well more specifically her grandparents. Lilliana and her mother rented the house her grandparents owned yet no one bought her great grandfather's old one. At least that's what she thought until she received a gift in her room from her 'new next door neighbor.' Or as she likes to call it, her stalker. * * * "Who the fuck even are you, huh? Who do you think you are that you can put creepy little notes inside the vents in my house? Or stalking me every night? Or sending me creepy ass lingerie-" "Last time I checked my love, you're wearing that so-called 'creepy ass lingerie'. You're wearing it right now. And I bet you even got wet when putting it on. I bet you got wet when you found those notes, or felt me watching you at night. I bet...you even dreamt about me." He says and I suddenly realize, he's inches from my face. He was taking a single step after each word towards me from the bench. Warning: mature content **SHORT STORY**

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