#false monarch

Out in the Forsaken Lands, far away from both the Ant and Termite Kingdoms, lay a city of perfectly normal insects that don't go around luring in randos that they then proceed to kill and maybe eat. The people of this society live entirely average lives, doing nothing dangerous or out of the ordinary, living just as anyone else would. Their faces are often sideways or upside down and some of them have more eyes than they maybe should and in general the kind of Insect that they are is ambiguous but they're still your usual, average, every day folks.

So, like, the king of this place was sitting on his throne one day, minding his own business, when one of his subjects came up to his throne with a funny-looking paper.

False Citizen: Greeting, my king [singular]. I will now bow to you because this is what followers of a monarchy are supposed to do lest they be thrown into a dungeon or something to that effect.

False Monarch: Wah, indeed! What's that you're holding? Is it paper? Or skin? What is skin, anyway?

False Citizen: It matters not, my lord [again, just the one]. It has writing on it, as well as your...visage? Visage, is that a word?

False Monarch: Wah dunno.

False Citizen:...Anywho, Take a look:

BOUNTY

FALSE MONARCH

REWARD: A LAST STAND MEDAL

LOCATION: THE FORSAKEN LANDS

False Monarch: Weh, it is me! And what are those scribbly bits above and below myself?

False Citizen: I dunno, looks like garbage.

False Monarch: Waha, I love garbage! Give it here!

The False Citizen gives their (as in singular "they", obviously) king the paper, which he proceeds to stick into his cloak and chew up.

False Monarch: Wehhhhh...6/10, I've had better trash.

It's at that point that a loud burst of murmuring breaks out amongst the other members of the certainly-not-false society. The False Monarch and the False Citizen he was speaking to exit the throne tent room and find a bizarre trio of Bugs staring at them, with a tiny Chomper following along.

Horned Green Bug: Dibbydibbydubdub, dooby dug!

Little Yellow Bug: Buzz booz, buzz booz?

Lanky Blue Bug: Fffsseh fseh, ffffsoffso.

Tiny Chomper: Fuck.

False Monarch: Weh, hello visitors! Welcome to our humble home! "Our" referring to my entire kingdom, of course, and not me individually, for I am indeed an individual.

False Citizen: I think you specifically are allowed to just say "our", actually, even solo.

False Monarch: Wah, really? Oh cool! (To the weird Bugs) Doesn't that sound cool, guys?

LYB: BUZZABUZZABOOZABOOZA!

The Little Yellow Bug throws a weird, crescent-shaped thing at the False Monarch, and not only does it smack him upside the head it flies back to do it a second time.

False Citizens: GASPING SOUNDS!!!

False Monarch: Waaaaooowww, wah'd you do that for???

LBB: Fsssfsssfss...

LYB: Booz, bozz.

After that they group start doing a bizarre series of things: the Green Bug shoves a rotten meal down the Yellow Bug's maw, the Blue Bug starts yelling at the Yellow Bug, the Chomper just kinda dances in place, and the Yellow Bug starts eating these funny-shaped brown beans.

False Citizen:...Yo boss, I think these guys are kinda stoopid.

False Monarch: Wehhhh, are you okay-

The False Monarch gets obliterated by the Yellow Bug, and by the time it's done all that's left is a small purple robe and his busted up face. The False Citizens all run off in terror, meanwhile the terrifying Yellow Bug grabs the Monarch's crown off of his remains.

LYB: Booz buzz booz!

HGB: Doba doba doba!

TC: Fuck!

The weirdo Bugs yuk it up and head off, taking the stolen crown with them. Once it's confirmed that they're gone the False Citizens step out in varying levels of fear. They look to the purple robe...and watch as several pained, frustrated Mothflies come out of it. One gets up and is particularly angry-looking.

Mothfly A: Damn it! How long have we been sitting around, trying to be a society, only to get interrupted by douchebags coming out of nowhere and just attacking us!?!?

Mothfly E: My buttocks hurt.

Mothfly A: We're trying to be civilized! We got buildings!

One of the buildings collapses.

Mothfly: We got culture!

A False Citizen: Your mom.

Another False Citizen: Is that a joke?

A False Citizen: Yes.

Another False Citizen: I hate you.

Mothfly A: We've even got commerce!

False Citizen Next to a Food Stand: And soon we'll even have soul-crushing capitalism! :D

Mothfly A:...Y'know what? Let society rot ! Let """""civilization""""" rot! Let all those fancy shmancy creations of so-called cultured insects eat my round-ass ass!

The False Citizens all cheer and begin flying out of their costumes, revealing all of them to be Mothflies, proud and true.

Mothfly A: We're Mothflies, and that's that! If they don't like it?

Mothflies: They can SUCK! OUR! NUTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mothfly A: (While doing a crotch chop motion) We! Are! Moth! Flies! Yeah, yeah, yeah!!!!!!!

In a large, terrifying swarm, the Mothflies rise into the air and laugh collectively.

Mothfly A: We'll show all those other Bugs who's really at the top! And I know just where to start...

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Patton the Acorn Weevil was sitting in his lab, napping in his arms again whilst at his work station. Eventually he woke up to a weird smell.

Patton: Ehhhh bubbabubba, bleh, ech...*sniff* *sniff*...

There is frass all over his floor.