You didn't think twice about taking in a poor lonely soul stranded on the side of the road. You couldn't tell precisely what kind of hybrid he was, just that he was an insectoid with a yellow and black pattern on his lower abdomen. Why would you think twice about helping someone in need?
Nursing him back to health wasn't difficult, he even went out of his way to repay you for doing so. You came home to a clean apartment, dinner warm and ready, and a surprisingly chatty roommate who followed you around like a puppy sometimes. Though there was always something he forgot to say, or was just too nervous to speak up about.
Even as you found yourself rescuing another pair of bee hybrids as well as a pair of wasp hybrids, none of them complained too much...
They didn't like sharing the majority of the apartment but also didn't want to risk being exiled again. And so they worked on making their honey, a vague attempt to coerce you into being their queen and a means of providing income. More reasons to talk to you about possibly quitting the job that stressed you out so much. You could just let them take care of everything.
You clearly weren't as in love with the idea as they were but after one of the worst weeks ever, you had far fewer reservations about their plans. Besides moving out to the countryside would be peaceful, far more peaceful than this bustling city.
And it wasn't like you were wholly opposed to becoming a hive's queen... as bizarre a hive as these five hybrids made.
