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Elderbug is typically a coward of a bug - always has been, always will be, right? No, it’s finally time that Elderbug does anything else but sit up in Dirtmouth and fear the kingdom below it. And just like how it’s time for Elderbug to make his epic journey, it’s time for this very awesome tale to begin.
It was a fairly normal day in Dirtmouth, nothing out of the ordinary, the same old people doing what they usually did in the same old town. Sly was at his shop, Bretta was sitting at the bench awaiting her “pale savior”, Zote was doing...whatever the hell Zote does, and Elderbug was in his normal spot near the bench. The same gray sky settled above Dirthmouth rarely ever changed, so it was hard to tell what time it was.
For inconvenience let’s just say that it’s around evening. I mentioned everything was normal today, right? Well guess what, I lied because at this very moment someone was on the verge of a very terrible fate. Since this someone is very much struggling with life, of course it would be reasonable to scream, which is what they did, in an incredibly loud, distraught, full-hearted screeching way. Somehow this panicked call reached all the way to the small town of Dirtmouth.
Everyone else was probably busy with their own business because the only one who seemed to hear the distressed noises coming from the well was Elderbug. Even the beetle right next to him was completely distracted.
“Did you..did you hear that, Bretta?” said the discombobulated old man.
“....Oh! I’m sorry, what are you talking about? I wasn’t paying attention..”
“Kids these days I swear to gods..I thought I just heard someone screaming.” At this point, Elderbug started to pace, trying to process what the hell just happened. “I must have zoned out then cause I didn’t hear anything,” replied Bretta.
He stopped pacing and realized something. It was at this very moment that Elderbug made a very important decision. He was no longer going to be the old man that creepily stands next to the bench. He’s going to be the heroic old man that creepily stands next to the bench. Of course not now though. It’s getting late and old people need their beauty rest.