Where they at though?

Quentin. My cousin, he's my favorite out of the large family I have, the one I get to talk to the most when it comes to the boring family gatherings I would attend once in a few months. Sometimes he can be a bit of a shut in. I could understand that to a certain extent. People can be nasty at times.

What I don't understand however, is his somewhat fear of nature. Trees? He's worried they'll talk to him and tell him to scram off. Animals? He's worried they'll either bite him, eat him, or bite then eat him.

Today, he was scared to go out because there was a hornet's nest just a few meters away from the backyard. He reasons that a hornet can wander around here with its friends when it's not at its nest.

A lot of rubbish if I'm honest. As stupid as it is, I decided to take down the nest since getting an exterminator would take trouble. What if the exterminator got hurt himself? Can't let that happen.

"No wait!" Quentin said to me as I brought my baseball bat with me. "We could just play inside! No need to force yourself like this."

"Q, the last thing I need is spending my entire summer indoors. If I have to get that thing rid of so you and I can play out side so be it. Now wait there." I approached the hornet's nest. Didn't seem to be any hornet flying around like they do on television.

Quentin then yells. "What if the Electric Bungalow's playing tricks on you!?"

Bah, Electric Bungalow, like some weird place that has electricity running around has anything to do with this. I bashed my baseball bat onto the nest, it fell over the branch and onto the ground, where I beat it to a pulp. Maybe the hornets were inside and couldn't fly today, cause they were tired before. It looked like a crumpled can now.

I returned to my backyard safely where Quentin greeted me in surprise.

"HA! Hornets. Probably then inside their nest."

"What if they weren't actually there cousin?" Quentin asks me.

I rolled my eyes. "Oh yeah, even if that were true, where they at though?"

Quentin and I froze at the sound of immense buzzing, we turned to see a swarm of hornets flying above us. Hundreds of them formed a talk bubble while the remaining hornets formed sentences.

The first was "YOU'RE DEAD"

And the second: "THE ELECTRIC BUNGALOW KNOWS WHAT YOU DID. IT SENDS ITS REGARDS TOO."

"Ah sh-" I said before the swarm came right at us.