#evil bee

Art of a little guy, Cell! (My own OC)

I hate it when people point out how old my parents are compared to theirs. My parents had me and my brother when they were older because my mom wanted to finish med school and residency before she had us. Then there was the whole actually trying to get pregnant thing which can take a while. Basically they had my brother in their late thirties and me in their early forties. I just find it annoying because my mom wanted to be able to provide for a family and her education was extremely important to her. My dads fifty and when my friends realize this they get this judgmental look on their faces. I hate it so much.

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Well I think your parents are beautiful for pursuing their goals to make a better life for their family and taking their time instead of rushing into it. Instead of letting those comments get to you, be proud of your parents. When someone comments about their ages, remember all the things they've done and accomplished and are providing you with because they took their time.

Don't ever let someone else get you down over something you should definitely be proud of.

This story is a sequel to “The Queen and the Butterfly”.

The story: Poppy offers Branch some cupcakes with butterflies in it which turns out to be mysterious. When the two Trolls eat them, they got transformed into butterflies themselves and realize that the cupcakes were actually cursed by an evil witch! Now they must try to find the witch who made those cupcakes and get a cure to get themselves back to normal, while encountering obstacles in the process along the way.

You already seen what had happened in Part 16. Now get ready for Part 17!:

“Bzzzzzzzz! Bzzzz! Bzzzzzzz! BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!! BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!! BZZZZZZZZ!!”

The guard troop chief bee continued to chase Branch around the woods. He blew his military whistle as loud as he could and shouted “Stop right now! Come back, you little maggot!”

Branch was struggling with holding on to a nearly-giddy Poppy as he fluttered up and down through the forest. He made his way up and past a large shrub, his round little teeth digging into Poppy’s hair for dear life.

He whimpered in fear as he saw the bee coming closer to him and Poppy. Thinking quickly, he continued flying and flying as fast as he can by flapping his wings more harder. It was quite an effort for a butterfly to get away from a nasty giant bee, especially for other small creatures of this world!

“I said, COME BACK HERE!!!” Branch heard the angry chief bee shouting at him again. With a scream, he fluttered even faster but with Poppy in his mouth, it makes it harder for him to go fast. Her weight is making him lose speed in the process.

Soon Branch made his way deeper into the woods. He frantically tried searching for a place to hide as he fluttered here and there. Then he turned to the right side of the forest and saw something.

Yes! Over there! A thick tree to hide behind! He bolted towards it and managed to hide behind it just as the bee stopped nearest to it.

Once Branch and Poppy are completely hidden from the mercy of this bee, he looked around the woods and asked furiously “Where’d THEY GO?! Why did they keep hiding from us?!”

He scanned around the area for any signs of the two fleeing butterflies, buzzing “Bzzzzzzzz! Bzzzz! Bzzzzzzz!”

Luckily for Branch, he managed to hide just fine while trying to see if this bee is still there, searching for him and Poppy. He had his wings plastered on the trunk as he breathlessly looked back at him. The winged yellow and black creature continued buzzing around, turning his head back and forth and calling out “Where are you?!”

Branch quickly kept quiet and completely hidden, with Poppy still clenched in his teeth. His face is filled with cold sweat because he is exhausted from all that chase and also frightened at the same time.

Finally, he heard the bee fuming to himself “Why did they keep flying away so fast?! I have to report this to Big B back in the hive! My army is so stupid today and I don’t know what is happening to these butterflies right now!”

And with that, he flew to a corner and out of sight, buzzing off into the distance. By the time he disappeared, Branch could hear his buzzing getting more softer and softer.

Then he was gone. He had given up so quickly! At last, Poppy and Branch would be safe for now! Branch sighed with relief as he watched the bee flew away. Then he fluttered down to the ground near the tree and dropped Poppy gently on it. He was panting from all the effort.

He carefully landed on the ground and hopped next to her. He nudged her head to see if she is okay. Poppy opened her eyes and groaned “Oh, Branch. What just happened back there?”

“I carried you all the way here and the bee is gone!” Branch told her. “Come on, you have to get up now. We’re safe!”

He nudged her head again. Then he crossed his antennae against hers. Poppy immediately sat up and shook off the pain from her sting accident with the bee earlier. She saw Branch looking concerned in front of her and wrapped her wings around him for a hug.

While she was hugging Branch, she started crying. “You were right, Branch!” she sobbed. “I don’t know if we can really survive like tiny little butterflies together! I’m so sorry for doubting you! We really need to find that witch to break this curse because it’s getting more dangerous!”

Branch could feel her tears rolling down his shoulder. He blushed for a moment. Then he wrapped his own butterfly wings around Poppy, giving her all the comfort she needed.

His wings stroked her back as he said gently “It’s okay, Poppy. Please remain calm. I’m here for you. Don’t worry. We will find Chrystelle and change ourselves back soon! I promise we’ll find a way to survive this together.”

“Really?” Poppy asked hopefully.

“Yeah,” Branch said with a smile. “By the way, check this out!”

Before Poppy knew what is going on, Branch crossed his antenna against one of her antennae. They twisted like knots for a moment before separating. Poppy was amazed by what he was doing. After all this time, he knew what being a butterfly feels like.

“How did you that?” Poppy asked. “I thought you hated being a butterfly so much.”

“I’m starting to get the hang of being one!” Branch said proudly. “Glad you told me these things on our heads were like a butterfly’s connection thing.”

He smiled at Poppy, and she smiled back, totally getting to know it. Suddenly, a large flash of lightning engulfed from just inches apart from them!

BOOOM!!! FLAAASSH!!!

Startled by the noise, Poppy and Branch jumped back. Where did the lightning come from?

Then they looked up, trying to see what is standing right behind them. They fluttered up and made their way towards the point where the lightning had struck.

The forest was getting a little darker by the time they flew over there. When the darkness brightened up a bit, Poppy and Branch could see a large dark-golden mansion in front of them.

This mansion stood about sixty-foot tall and was twice as bigger than Branch and Poppy. Its yellow walls have been old and faded since it was already been built. The windows look a little slightly polished and the dark blue roofs gleamed a little through the light of the thunder flashing nearby.

It also stood on a cliff high above the Troll universe. In fact, it stood so high that no one could see where it is. But right about now, deep down, Branch had recognized this big house for quite a long time.

He quickly turned to Poppy and said “This must be it! That must be Chrystelle’s house! It’s been in this cliff the whole time! We found it!”

Poppy cheered with her wings spreading wide. “Yay! I’m about to do a happy dance right now!”

“Whoa, no happy dances for a moment!” Branch warned. “We have to get inside and get her help to change us back to normal first!”

“Oh, you’re right!” Poppy said, realizing this all of the sudden. “But how can we go inside this mansion? I don’t think it looks really safe for a butterfly to go in!”

“Maybe we can sneak our way in quietly without making a sound,” Branch explained. “I hope we’ll be able to find her in there!”

“Great idea, Branch,” Poppy said. “I can feel the same thing too. Now let’s get going!”

Poppy and Branch started fluttering towards the mansion. Lightning flashed from behind it as they kept going. They fluttered over the white stairs leading to the entrance. There stood two large brown rusty doors looming in front of them. In order to avoid any careless squeaking from the rust of both of them, they found two key holes below the knobs of each of them and fluttered towards one of them on the right.

I can’t fit through that, Branch thought. Then he realized the hole was just the right size for them to go through. Oh yes I can! I’m a butterfly now! I think we can fit in that thing!

Poppy and Branch hunched their backs, pointed their heads forward and dived nose first into a dark hallway.

By the time they were through the key hole, they stopped fluttering around for a moment to take a closer inspection of this place.

They were now hovering in a room adorned with brown walls and rich furniture. There is a fireplace in the corner and thousands of candles brightened the room. Stainless glass windows gleamed sunlight from the outside.

Branch shuddered. This place looks merely fancy but starting to look a lot creepy. It looked like nobody has visited this place for over a month!

Poppy’s head started to spin as she looked around the place. “Whoa! This mansion looks very big!” she said. “I wonder what we will find in this place?”

“We have to find the witch who had put a curse on us,” Branch said. “She certainly can’t be that far right now. Come on. Let’s look around.”

He fluttered around the darkness, starting to search. Poppy fluttered the other way, splitting up from him as the two friends began their investigation.

They fluttered from room to room, trying to find answers. Whoever lived in this giant old house must have been very depressed and wanting to live alone...just like Branch.

In fact, it started to make him think of his bunker, where he usually decided living all by himself. He wondered why some Troll like Chrystelle has a mental disorder of joining society with the other Trolls. He fluttered to a table with a candle and a pile of books. He rested on the pile and studied a cover of one of the books very carefully. Then he fluttered away and around the mansion again.

Meanwhile, Poppy flew to another table and saw a basket of fruit. She thought she might wanted to take a bite on one of them but Branch immediately fluttered to her and gave her a glare, calling her to keep looking and not wanting to get her to become completely distracted by the most amazing things in this mansion. Poppy glared back at him and took off to explore more of the room.

Branch continued to examine the rest of the room, fluttering about. He went inside a vase and tried finding something inside. HISSSS!!!

There was a tiny spider inside a vase! Screaming, Branch took off from the vase and panted, hoping he wouldn’t dare to go in there ever again. He continued looking around the hallway, muttering to himself “Come on. Chrystelle has to be around in this house somewhere. Where is she?”

He fluttered everywhere, trying to get clues. Suddenly, he smacked himself on a large scary dog-like face in front of him! He gasped.

The face stood twice as tall as this little butterfly and carried a large lantern in its mouth. But to Branch, it looked as if it was baring its fangs in front of him as if to start eating him up! He screamed again and fluttered to a rectangular pole nearby. He hid behind it and panted again.

What the heck is THAT?! he thought to himself as he peeked from the pole to take a closer peek at the scary dog. WHAT WAS THAT?! WHY DOES IT LOOK LIKE IT’S TRYING TO EAT ME?!

Branch decided to confront this beast, just to see if it is really going to harm him or not. He fluttered towards it and studied it carefully.

Then he slapped its face with his hair, and finally, with his wings, to see if any of this took effect on this creature. But the face didn’t even flinch or harm him at all. Branch tapped it gently with his hair shaped like a fist knocking on a door and realized that he has been wrong this whole time.

That is actually a metal statue of a dog-like gargoyle holding a lantern. Branch frowned. It was true. He had mistaken some statue for a dangerous predator that he had flew straight into.

“Pfft! Come on!” he said, scoffing. “Why did that even scare me?! It looks real to me!”

Just as he was about to learn more about this statue, Poppy fluttered from the left and called for him “Branch! Come quick! I found something in the banquet room!”

Branch turned to face her. “You did?” he asked. Then he fluttered to follow her to another room. “What is it, Poppy?”

Poppy and Branch flew into a large room that laid a big fancy rectangular dining table lined up with eight chairs. This is the banquet hall of the mansion, where Trolls would usually eat and celebrate here.

But it is not exactly what it usually is in the moment. There, lying on a corner of the table, laid an eaten butterfly cupcake, with crumbs spilled everywhere on it. Poppy and Branch gasped.

“It must be another butterfly cupcake!” Poppy whispered. “Let’s take a closer look at it!”

She fluttered down to the cupcake and rested on the wrapper. “I wonder who could have eaten this butterfly cupcake?” she asked. “Do you think some Troll accidentally went to her cottage, ate it and became a butterfly too?”

Branch fluttered next to the eaten cupcake and studied the crumbs of it. “I think so,” he said with a nod. “It looks as if Chrystelle was forcing someone to eat this as a test for her experiments!”

Poppy gasped in horror. Technically Branch would be correct at all questions answered for this particular clue! Whoever’s eating this cupcake must be kidnapped by that witch and has disappeared ever since this happened!

“But how could she do this to our people?” she asked anxiously. “It’s definitely a trap for us!”

“She did this by secret, Poppy,” Branch explained. “Nobody will know what happened to a Troll if he gets kidnapped by witches and falls under the spell that could eventually be fatal! I’m telling you Chrystelle was hard to find because she has a decision to isolate in this big mansion right here!”

“What has happened to the Troll who ate this cupcake?” Poppy asked with a stricken look on her face. “Where did he go?”

“I don’t know, Poppy. It looks like he must have vanished a long time ago after he was lured into this trap. There isn’t any word from Troll Village about his whereabouts.”

“So is there any other way to free a Troll from its curse?” asked Poppy, fluttering away from the cupcake.

“Well, legend has it that she has a magic laboratory somewhere in the basement of this house,” Branch said. “We should go check it out to see if there’s anything we can find in there!”

“Oh, are you sure about this?” Poppy asked hopefully.

“Yes!” Branch said. “I hope it would lead us to the disappearance of this Troll. Let’s go, Poppy.”

Soon Branch and Poppy were fluttering around the mansion again in search of a magical scientific laboratory where Chrystelle makes all her magically cursed Troll food. They were flying around another large hallway with two fancy-looking stairs nearby that led to the upper levels of the mansion. On a floor in the middle laid a huge red patterned rug.

Branch was looking down at this rug while he is searching around the hall. “Where can we find a lab around here?” he wondered. “I have no idea she did have a lab in this giant house!”

Unbeknownst to him, Poppy found a mysterious lever by the left corner of the room and glanced at it closely. This lever looks rusted gold and dark-reddish on the tip of it. She made a face as she fluttered back and forth and around it. It looks a little shiny but how come this exists in this mansion?

Poppy wanted to find out about this strange object...right about a second. She looked back at Branch, who is still fluttering around the room, and then back at that lever. With determination on her face, she landed on the stick and hopped on it, forcing it to go all the way down. CLICK!!!

At the sound of the lever being pulled, the ground unexpectedly began to shake.

RUMBLE!!! RUMBLE!!! RUMBLE!!!

This startled Branch and caught his attention! Hearing the unpleasant noises on the ground, he fluttered in circles, wailing “What’s that noise?! Is that an EARTHQUAKE?!”

He could have expected less than a second to see Poppy grinning on the activated lever. He turned to her and shouted “Poppy! For Troll’s sake, what did you do?!”

RUMBLE!!! RUMBLE!!! RUMBLE!!!

The floor continued rumbling as Poppy looked at him and said “Sorry about that, Branch. I think I found this to see if it’s helping with our search!”

“I told you not to touch anything!” Branch scolded her. “This place is gonna come down any second!” He fluttered in circles again, muttering “Ohhhh, no. We’re gonna die. I wish we should have not come here in the first place!”

PLUNK!!!

Something unexpectedly opened from behind him and he screamed and flew backwards. This scared him even more for a while! But he’s also amazed at what he was seeing right now.

“Whoa!” he gasped. “You got to be kidding me!”

Branch fluttered around the mysterious object that appeared before him. It turns out that this rug was a mysterious trapdoor that is leading to the underground part of the house!

Poppy was so mesmerized at what she had recently discovered. “Oooh! It’s a secret passage!” she gushed happily. “It’s leading us to the basement!”

She fluttered away from the lever and examined the trapdoor carefully. Branch also did the same. They wondered where this passage is leading them into.

Branch used his ears to listen for anything down there. Then his ear twitched, signaling that he heard something. Something that is....bubbling.

Was it lava? No. It couldn’t be. That must be the sound of science down there! Science!

“Poppy, did you hear that?” he asked her, twitching his ear to listen to the sound of bubbling science. “It’s the sound of bubbling potions down there! Let’s go check it out!”

Poppy nodded. Then she and Branch fluttered down to the stairs and into the complete utter darkness below.

                                                 To Be Continued...

Hi again!

This is once again for Chloé Appreciation Week. For Prompt #2, I decided to consider the idea of Chloé being the (NOT THE BEE) wielder, and (SOMEONE IMPORTANT TO HER) being the (NOT THE CAT) wielder. What I thought was my best idea here, however, was the idea of two Miraculous wielders using one Miraculous. 

Curious? Find out for yourself!

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