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[b][u]Thaum?: Bugtanical Garden[/u][/b]

“Fight them? No way, bro!” 

Don scrunched his eyes up tight and shook his head from side to side, his (still growing) pompadour swinging exaggeratedly from side to side (and Kapi hanging on as tightly as he could). Trixie’s assertion in forcing Don to stop screaming and blindly running, and to take cover with her in the quick witted smokescreen she had set up did enough to help make Don regain control of his senses. For the time being at least, as his fears of the sinisterly ugly creatures fought to overtake him again and again.

As much as he wanted to help Moira and Syed (and Atlas), he simply couldn’t. It wasn’t just his intense dislike of the bugs, as creepy and scary as they were. It was their sheer size, and the number of them as well. Don and his friends had all been shrunken to the size of small, tiny ants, whilst those insects, with their sharp, menacing maws and wriggling legs and feelers and catching nets, they were all the same size as a normal human. And there were literally [i]dozens[/i] of them. To try and fight them was tantamount to sheer suicide. No, it was impossible to fight. Don did the next best thing that he could, and grabbed Trixie’s hand, jogging whilst the smoke still lingered around them to skid down and hide within the shadow of an exposed tree root. Don was stupid, but he wasn’t [i]that[/i] stupid.

"Auntieee, don't worry I got them!" Cried a moth having caught Moira and Syed in their net, flying far and away from the rest of the Guilders. "Oh and guys, look the rest of them are down there!" A thousand pairs of eyes focused on the wafting smoke from the rosebush and soon bugs of all kinds made their way towards that spot. But by then, Don and Trixie had taken shelter a small distance away, as carefully (and bizarrely for Don, quietly) as possible. 

He poked his head out just a fraction to see if he could spot the others. “Don’t worry, little missy,” Don tried to help relax the prankster. “Um, Scarysis and Lightbro are tough. They can take care of themselves. We need to find that… weird guy.” Don frowned, still not sure what to make of Atlas, even if his weird story did appear to be true. He wouldn’t stop being cautious until they found Marcus. “Just don’t be scared, okay?” Don thumbs upped. Kapi gave a triumphant nod as well.