《HoneyComb》Changes and dreams
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"Huh? Where am I? I fell asleep in hibernation…"
[Hibernation as started, due to first evolution your options will be limited to avoid bodily harm]
"What!? Oh… YES!" This is what I've been waiting for, a chance to use my points
[Physical points: 7]
[Magic points: 3]
A large diagram of my body appears in front of me like a hologram, I can spin it around and look inside of my body. Very futuristic like.
"Interesting, I like this. Reminds me of something but I can’t quite put my mandibles on it… oh well”
I start searching for something that involves wax production or something else of use, but bee biology is very complicated, like what the hell is an aorta!? Wait, don't humans have those?
And I do have two stomachs… Though it seems that due to a genetic disorder my proventriculus can’t tighten properly so my honey sac can’t close to store pollen and nectar so instead it goes straight towards my stomach, but somehow it still gets the ability to turn it into honey…
What… did I hyper evolve in a few days as a larva? It should be impossible unless it’s a disorder every bee has, so is this because of magic? Magic must have a huge impact on the evolution of organisms if it can do this, but how could I evolve something new in such a short time? Unless magic can change my insides like enzyme products… anyways! That’s why my honey gets digested, and why don’t I just evolve it so I don’t? I’m not sure, but that means magic has its limits!
Is this what it feels like to be a scientist? I love it!
[Genetic disorder repair: 1500 physical points (unavailable)]
Whoa! That's expensive, but it makes sense, even magic has problems screwing with nature's building blocks, especially a broken one.
Alright! This is getting me excited! Very much like a video game… right, focus on my survival, I probably can’t stay here forever learning about myself. I want to know what I can do to increase my honey production.
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[salivary glands, honey stomach, digestive stomach.]
Oh? Makes sense I guess, if I want to focus on honey production speed I would want to go to salivary glands, if I want more honey per whatever amount of nectar I would pick my digestive stomach… wait, you can’t make something out of nothing right?
[digestive stomach. Digestive speed, digestive walls, increased honey production]
I can!?
[increased honey production 5 points, uses stored energy and fat to create more honey, 1.5x more honey per ounce of nectar.]
Oh, well if I can hold about 16 ounces… I must be huge, but that would mean… not sure, I’m not good at math, but I’ll take it!
[for a full 1.5x amount per ounce your body will slowly change and adapt to allow your body to get used to the amount of energy and fat being taken.]
I understand… I guess magic is limited… not like it would just be able to make you stronger suddenly… man, I hate when novels do that, how would your body suddenly change and get use to that much weight and force that you produce from a single punch if the change happens over n-
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“Oh, why am I in my house playing halo? Like, I’m not gonna complain… oh, I’m talking out loud, damn, how long have I been a bee? For like a few months?”
I roll off my bed and attempt to stand but my body doesn’t respond and I collapse to the floor.
“Ow… not ow? Either I’m dreaming or a bee-human hybrid… definitely a dream, well, I rather it be one, it was much more fun as a bee.”
I attempt to move my arm and lift my face off the ground but it seems like I don’t have it.
“Eh? Is this because I’m used to being a bee? But I got used to being a bee in less than a few hours!… maybe it’s because I had a bee brain and moving was just built into me… so that means my mind has been manipulated? Not sure I like that, oh well.”
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I start to click clacking of nails against my black paneled floor, a figure rounds itself around the bed sheets and approached me.
“Oh, one of my dogs… maybe being a bee isn’t all that good. Come here gronka-boo!”
My dogs rushed towards me and start licking my face.
“Oh I missed you a lot… hm, how am I even talking if I don’t know how to move my human body? After all, as a bee I don’t have any jaws nor a tongue like this… oh, I can move now, though it feels no different from moving my bee body… okay then?”
I crawl up from pretending to be floor borard and start stretching before picking up my dog and holding him with both down.
“Aren’t you such a good boy? My big doggo.”
My dog is in fact not big, he’s a mix between a chuihouwa and something else, so his standing height is a bit above my anckle.
“Being 5’6 that means your a pretty short boy, now let’s explore my literal dream house.”
I wonder out of my yellow room before turning off the light and closing the door, the next room was not one I seen before, well, I have, it’s just not supposed to be the next room.
“My sisters room? I only ever went in here to play the PlayStation.”
I wonder to her computer next to the door before clicking the mouse, nothing happens.
“Is my mind that dull I can’t even imagine what turning on a computer is like? Hmm… maybe it’s because I never turned or seen it be turned on.”
I walk over the a window east from where I came in and lift the blinds and look out… nothing.
“How boring, you okay cowski?” I look down at my dog and he licks his lips while wagging his tail, all good.
I walk back towards the door and try to open it, but it’s locked, so I head towards her closet and open it, inside was the kitchen. I set my dog down by his food and water bowl before opening the fridge.
“Hmm, it’s surprisingly full, that’s probably because I check it out so many times before.”
I grab a container full of spheggti and shove it in the microwave before looking for my dog again, though I don’t see him. I walk around the fridge to the dog bowls and see he’s not there. I start to panic.
“Gronk!? Where are you baba?” I look up from the dog bowls and see a pitch black empty void where a hallway towards the living room was supposed to be. I search around the kichen, opening every cabnit, even though I know he’s defiantly not in them.
I approach the darkness nervously, even if this is a dream, I’m scared for my dog. What if he’s in there? Is he okay? I should help him, but I can’t seem to enter the darkness, not because it’s blocked, but because I’m to fearful to.
I look back towards where I came from, but the wall it’s on was nothing but void too. I run towards a door that would lead to a laundry room, but it’s locked. I slam on the door and start kicking it before I realize the roof and most of the kichen, are now void. Only the florr, the microwave and the counter it was on remained.
I turned back towards the door and see it’s now void too.
“Hehe… w-what a scary dream… man, aren’t I creative?…”
Look towards the timer, 20 seconds left, then return my gaze back towards the rest of the room, only to see everything but the microwave is gone. I look down at the void I’m standing on before I walk backwards into the microwave then stare at the timer.
[00:01] the timer hits zero before everything becomes void and only the sound of the microwave is left. Then suddenly everything goes bright.
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