An Apeiron Story: BIBO & BEE
Hey everyone! This week’s blog we got a THRILLING tale for you — hope y’all love it as much as we do~ We want to jump right into it but of…
Hey everyone! This week’s blog we got a THRILLING tale for you — hope y’all love it as much as we do~ We want to jump right into it but of course we gotta hit you with a quick reminder — we’re one month away from the conclusion of the Autumn Off-Season Leaderboard, which features our special Boss Rush mode. We published a deep dive about that last week if you want more deets... So keep grinding until you reach the tip-top of the crowd!
Now with that being said, let me present to you a tale of two doods who live in the Red Wooly Everfall, a special world which is very autumnal. Curtain boy, raise the drapes!
On the outskirts of the White City, near Chickadee Pea Woods, stood a small cottage. It was a home given to Bibo and Bee by Lublub, who was the leader of the Cosmodoods and one of the leaders of the Red Wooly Retirement Support for Heroic Apostles and Cosmodoods (RWRSHAC — pronounced “rawr shack”).
It was on a typical fall afternoon, when the sky seemed to be painted with orange and brown hues. The air had that distinct crisp character, carrying the whisper of the changing season. The sweet scent of pommegranny fruit hung heavily, as early autumn marked the beginning of harvest time from their garden — a task Bibo, who is usually quite lazy, managed joyfully, knowing that it promised Bee’s signature pommegranny pie.
Bee stood by the counter, looking over at her spice rack, glancing at the array of ingredients.
“What should I make for Bibo tonight? Let’s see…cin-nomnom, sugar, flour…AHH, perhaps a pommegranny pie.” Bee exclaimed.
“Bibo, dear…” she called to Bibo.
“Yes, Bee?” Bibo replied, busy packing his satchel.
“Grab me some pommegranny from the garden?” Bee asked.
“Of course,” Bibo replied doodfully.
Fresh pommegrannies from their backyard garden, cin-nomnom from the spice rack, a bit of sugar, and of course, flour to make the crust. She was making a pommegranny pie, Bibo’s favorite.
Bee gazed out into the blazing colors of autumn leaves through her window. She noticed the red and golden leaves began to drift and join hands doing a slow waltz with the cold but brisk wind. Taken away by the scenery, she walked out to the fenced porch.
She sat at the swing that she and Bibo had built and watched the leaves fall as Bibo strolled about the garden. Water droplets glistening on the surface of fallen leaves made her wonder when the jaded greenery would completely transform into a rotting red…
Beyond their home, the giant Red Wooly birches stood silent sentinels. Nourished by the mana-rich air, the enormous trees surrounded their small home. Normally they would be cloaked with leaves, swaying gracefully in the gentle breeze, but now their branches were almost bare, as if dead inside.
Bee turned her attention back to Bibo, who had dropped all the pommegrannies he had gathered and was now picking them up. He caught her eye and grinned at her. She smiled. He had always been a clumsy dood.
Sometime later, they were both in the kitchen, Bee washing the pommegrannies and Bibo taking a well-deserved break with a mug of hot koko. They started to speak about their good old days, to their time together at the White City before this retired life, when they had pledged to serve and protect their world, working as Cosmodoods.
“Remember when we were just doodlings, and getting bossed around by Lublub?” Bibo sighed.
“And how he would always make the both of us stop chitter-chattering?” replied Bee.
“Dood…was he annoying. But if it wasn’t for him we would’ve never met…” said Bibo.
Bee smiled, “Yeah, the hellfire fruitcake prank was really something. That cake really sent Lublub running ahahah…pass me the sugar, will ya?”
As Bee finished up with the crust, she smiled, for love was also pausing to enjoy the sweet moments between them. The pie was ready for the oven! They would have a yummy dessert tonight. Bibo always said that her pommegranny pie was a piece from heaven if there was one.
“Let’s get cooking!” Bibo said.
Bee opened the oven, but the sound of it was strange. Like a tupeck…
“Cuckkkoodooodling dooo…”
She turned back in confusion to Bibo, but he wasn’t there.
She gasped, and then darkness consumed everything.
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“Cuckkkoodooodling dooo…”
Bee rubbed her eyes and blinked off the sleep blearily. “Wait…was that all a dream?“
Half-asleep, she rolled out of bed, and slowly made her way to the kitchen, picking up speed as she grabbed her walking stick, searching for the pommegranny pie that she had made with Bibo.
“I swear, I smelled pommegrannies…I swear…it felt real.” A tear trickled down her cheek.
“Bibo didn’t get to taste it…”
Where Bee currently lived was indeed the very place where she had once lived with Bibo. But their retired life together hadn’t worked out. It was very undoody: they argued all the time about this and that and basically made the Red Wooly Forest very noisy, which led to a lot of complaints from the other retired doods who just wanted to laze about in peace thank you very much.
The two would argue over the smallest things, such as who forgot to feed the tupecks or who should sleep near the window. Regardless of what it might be, it was trivial, things that shouldn’t have been an issue in the first place. It just seemed all these problems came from within the relationship itself, a paradox, a clash of passion, love, and hurt.
With only months gone by since they first moved in, the ruckus created by Bibo and Bee led to Lublub getting involved. It was decided that the two of them would be separated for the good of the planet. Bibo was put in his own home somewhere far away. And that was that.
Bee went on with her day after she woke up, feeling bittersweet. It had been many years since they had been separated, but these dreams always came around autumn time. Something about the autumnal air…
She sighed.
She spent the day meticulously cleaning the house, stitching a tear in one of her favorite cloaks, and feeding her tupecks. After she was done with her tasks, she took a moment to sit on the swing and thought back on the dream that she had the night before. She had an idea.
“Maybe I should bake a pommegranny pie for myself?” thought Bee. The tupecks clucked around her. One of the larger females kicked one of the smaller males, who squawked in protest.
“Hmmm…but there haven’t been any pommegrannies around here for a very long time…”
She thought a moment longer, then picked herself up, dusted off her clothes, and hustled inside. Grabbing her green cloak, a pair of booties, and her favorite hat, she decided to go through the forest and hunt for some pommegrannies. Why not after all? There wasn’t much keeping her at home today. Her tupecks would be fine if she left for a bit.
“It sure is gloomy today,“ said Bee.
The sky above was veiling its emotions behind a layer of dark clouds. She stepped out and latched the cottage door behind her, leaving her sanctuary, and made way to the giant trees of the Red Wooly Forest. She stopped just as she reached the tree line and waved back to her tupecks.
“Alright, tupecks hold down the fort while I’m gone ya?” said Bee.
“Peck Peck?” said one of the tupecks.
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Bee marched on with her walking stick into the Red Wooly forest. It wasn’t long before rain was fizzling down and there was a damp fog that covered the forest floor in a layer of mist. It clouded the old doodette’s vision but she didn’t care and continued to trudge forward.
“Weeeeee-” she yelped as she playfully splashed in a puddle of mud.
A bit of mud got splashed on her face.
“Dood oh dood…yuck!”
As she moved deeper into the woods, Bee began wandering off on a trip down memory lane, thinking of all the times when she had served at the White City with Bibo and her friends. Tough times they were, holding back queuing doods who tried to break into temples, standing guard the whole day without having any meals… though Bibo often snuck in and brought some snacks for them. Delicious snacks…
Bee’s stomach growled.
“GULULULULULULUL… GUUUUU”
“Oh shucks, I was so busy thinking about food, I forgot about…food.” Bee facepalmed herself.
She started to look around for food, but the prospects looked grim. The trees were bare and there didn’t seem to be any bunnles or riffins about.
She was getting desperate. But then, in the distance, through the pattering rain, she spotted a faint light…
“A glowstool!” Bee exclaimed.
Hungry and excited, she tried to pull the glowstool out of the ground. But it held on toughly.
“Hmmm…It doesn’t seem to be coming out.”
Bee tried harder to pull it out. But even with her mightiest strength (which honestly wasn’t much), she failed. She planted her butt into the mud by pulling too hard, leaving a mark in the ground. “YOWCH!”
Suddenly someone yelled.
“OOOOOIIIII DOOD, what are you doing ATTACKING that BEAUTIFUL shroomy?!?!”
An older dood bolted out of the trees and rushed right past her to the glowstool. He closely examined it and then looked at her with scorn. He had a beard with shroomies in it and a shroomy-shaped hat. He stomped his feet.
“This is my home! Get outta here and DON’T TOUCH MY SHROOMIES!”
“Wait…what’s the problem here? I was just hungry…”
He looked at her scornfully. “My shroomies have feelings. You hurt her.”
“Her?”
“The glowstool.”
“You can talk to shroomies?”
“Yeah.”
“Who are you?”
“Hmph,” he hmph-ed proudly. “I’m Shroomio the Shroomie Shaman. Retired.”
“Oh. Hi Shroomio.”
“Yo.”
“Can you help me up?”
“Oh. Yeah I guess.”
He helped her up. They both stood there awkwardly for a minute, the only sound was the rain dripping around them. Shroomio coughed. “Uh…so what are you doing here?”
“I’m looking for pommegrannies to make pommegranny pie.”
“Oh! Sounds yummy.”
“Have you seen any pomegrannies around here?”
“Nope, not really.”
“Oh,” she said sadly.
Shroomio thought for a minute. “It’s getting late and you’re hungry, let me cook you one of my famous chunky stews. Then later I’ll ask some of my shroomy friends if they know anything about pommegrannies.”
Bee clapped her hands together. “That sounds great! Thanks dood!”
Shroomio’s house also looked like a glowstool, which was very on theme for him. But as a fair lady dood she couldn’t just enter any doods house so she found herself a spot near the trees and snuggled down on a comfortable carpet of soft wooly leaves.
But it was kind of hard to sleep. The rain kept dripping down on her. She tossed and turned trying to find a comfortable position that also kept the water off of her. Then suddenly the rain stopped. She looked up. Shroomio was standing over her with a shroomie with a wide top. “It’s a brelly shroom,” he explained. Then he went back to his house to bed.
The brelly shroom kept the water off of her wonderfully. She thought it was very nice of Shroomio to get this for her. She sighed deeply and let the susurration of the rain carry her off to sleep.
The next morning she woke up with a bit of a stiff back. It had been awhile since she camped outside. The rain had stopped, and the forest shimmered in the morning light. Shroomio was already outside, sitting on a stump nearby. He waved briskly to her as she got up.
“Hmmm…” said Shroomio. “The shroomies said there’s a really big tree over to the south of here. It’s a bit of a walk but they think there are some pommegrannies there. Also something else…not sure. Could be dangerous.”
Bee shrugged. “Aww who would hurt an old doodette like me anyway? I’m just looking to bake a pie. Anyway, thanks Shroomio!” She gave him a hug.
The old dood blushed and fiddled with his beard.
She left his house and prepared for the next part of her journey, taking up her walking stick boldly. This was a fun adventure! But just before she left-
“Wait!”
Shroomio was hurrying out. “I’m coming too!”
“Oh?” said Bee. “How come?”
“Ehh, well it has been a while since I traveled, but I guess I could help a doodette in distress,” Shroomio said, “Alright! Let’s head out.”
And so together, they embarked on their journey to find the Pommegranny Tree.
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As they set off, the first rays of the suns peered out from between the trees. It had stopped raining.
Bee picked up her pace.
The retired dodette might be long in the tooth but she was determined to find the Pommegranny Tree and bring back the best pommegrannies for baking. Perhaps it was the stew that she had, but she felt more energized than ever. Bee kept up such a pace that she didn’t even notice that the trees had grown closer together, and that there were still leaves here. It had gotten dark.
“Oooooo this would be the perfect place for some shroomies to grow,” said Shroomio.
The leaves grew denser and thicker, and the towering trees bore branches that moved like huge unknown creatures, creaking mysteriously in the wind.
The two reached what appeared to be a well-trodden path through the gloom. Following it, they arrived at a small cave entrance, partially obscured by some huge exposed Red Wooly roots. They almost missed it, but there were some candleflies fluttering faint light at the cave mouth. And there was something else…
“Ooo, something smells delicious…” said Shroomio.
It was very dark. And looked dangerous. But the two doods were drawn on by the tantalizing odors of something that would surely be very tasty…
Shroomio tried to sniff out where the sweet scent was coming from.
“AHA, IT’S HERE!”
His voice echoed, and Bee followed his voice through the dark.
At the center of the cave, she espied a glowstool. Through the soft light, Bee could see piles of fruit lying around higgeldy-piggeldy. Her belly started to growl, and the growling sounds were amplified by the cave walls…
“GULULULULULULU…”
“So hungry…” Bee hesitated for a moment, staring at the pile of fruits. There were hickleberries, sugarmelons, stinky spikefruits…but no pommegrannies! “I wonder who’s been stacking all this food?”
Bee couldn’t resist taking a sugarmelon. She was drooling when she smelled the sweet scents. Plus, the sugarmelons here were so bright, so yummily square, and smelled so sweet… Ah…
“Maybe I’ll just have one…soooo hungry,” said Bee.
As Bee was just about to reach the pile, a skittering sound came from the darker side of the cave. A chill went up in Bee; she could feel that there was a huge presence approaching her, but she could only make out a large shadow. It definitely wasn’t a dood.
“EEEEEEEEEE…kkkKK!” Bee screamed.
“RUNNN!” Shroomio.
“WHHHAT- WHHAT” Bee continued to shout.
They fled out of the cave, the skittering sound following closely behind them.
They jumped out of the cave mouth and hid themselves in a bush near a river, gasping for breath.
“And here I thought retirement would be boring!” said Bee.
“That was a close one,” chuckled Shroomio, dusting off one of his beard shroomies.
Suddenly, Bee paused, her smile faded as she squinted at the shrubs across the river.
“Do you see that, Shroomio?” she asked, her voice dropped to a whisper. There, partly hidden among the trees, was …Was…WAS…
“Eh? What is it?
Shroomio looked. There, across the water, was a…ant-looking creature. “Oh!” said Shroomio. He stood up. “A blubant!”
“A what?”
“A blubant! And a young one too.”
The blubant came up to them curiously.
It sniffed.
“What do you want, little guy?” asked Shroomio.
“Think it wants to tag along…” said Bee.
“Alright, but Imma name you Toni you rascal, you’re lucky you cute.”
Toni barked.
Shroomio smiled at Bee. “We’re lucky! Blubants have great noses. He can sniff out the Pommegranny Tree!”
“Really?”
“Yeah! Hey Toni. Can you smell pommegrannies?”
Toni looked at them, cocking his head to the side cutely. Then he sniffed the air. He turned and started walking off. After getting a little distance, he turned around and looked at them. “Bark!” he barked.
“Let’s go!” said Bee.
The trio now continued to set course to the Pommegranny Tree with Toni the Blubant leading the way. Bee resolutely moved forward. She could feel she was almost there now.
“I never asked but why do you need pommegrannies?” asked Shroomio, chewing on a nint leaf.
Bee stuttered. Memories flashed back before her eyes. She remembered baking pommegranny pies with Bibo and how when it was just the two of them, those were some of her happiest times. But things are different now, this pie wasn’t just for him. For herself too! She was a damn good cook.
So she shrugged. “I love baking pomegranny pies,” Bee said “As simple as that.”
Toni suddenly sprinted away from the crew.
“Oh dood, Toni my boy, wait for me…” Bee gasped for air.
They rushed after the blubant, and without realizing it stumbled into a clearing. Their jaws dropped. Above them towered a tree that really put all the other trees to shame. It was BIG: a titanic trunk leading up to thick branches which hung heavily thick with pommegrannies of all shapes and sizes.
They had arrived.
Bee’s eyes sparkled at the sight of those plump pommegrannies. She steadied herself and leaped, trying to catch hold of a lower branch. Toni buzzed around excitedly running in circles and Shroomio tried to steady her as she hopped about.
*Yawns*
“Oh? Some doods come to play?”
A voice that echoed with power came down from somewhere above in the branches of the tree. Now the whistlehooters in the forest were flying about, and bandicats were scurrying from bush to bush.
“What what,” Bee looked around. “Ohhh dang! It’s a god! (Maybe.)”
“I am the God of the Red Wooly Woods,” the voice above boomed down, sending the branches shaking and a fair few pommegrannies falling with a splat to the ground. “Why have you come here?” The voice stifled a yawn. “And be quick about it, I was just about to fall asleep…”
Bee, Shroomio, and Toni backed off immediately.
“Oh god! It’s a god!” whispered Shroomio. “What should we do?”
Bee looked up at the branches to see if she could see the God of the Red Wooly Woods. She couldn’t. It was too high up, too many branches, leaves, and pommegrannies. She wasn’t sure what to do. She couldn’t put it into words. But then she had an idea. She didn’t need to put it into words.
She got down on her knees and prayed. The prayer formed a bubble above her head, and with a pop it drifted up towards the god.
There was another popping sound as the god received the prayer. “Oh…I see.”
Silence filled the glade. A breeze caressed the leaves. “Do you miss him that much?” asked the god.
“I-” Bee thought. Then she looked up again at where she thought the god might be. “I miss the dood I was with him.”
“Hmm…” said the god. A breeze shook the branches of the great tree, and a single, perfect pommegranny fell with a plop right at Bee’s feet. She picked it up. It was huge! It would easily be enough for a delicious pie. She smiled.
“Thanks god!”
There was a yawning sound, but no response. Toni the Blubant came up and sniffed the fruit with a bark! Shroomio patted it and brushed her hand gently across the cool skin of the pommegranny. “Looks pretty good! You’ll be able to make a yummy pie with this.”
“Yeah. Want some?”
“I’d love some!”
“I’ll bring some over after I finish baking it.” She smiled. She couldn’t wait to get home.
And so Bee and her crew headed away from the Pommegranny Tree, with the perfect pommegranny just about fitting in her basket. It was getting on for evening and all kinds of lights and shadows were blending, beckoning creatures in the Red Wooly Woods to drift into the sea of dreams before the night was nigh.
She wasn’t sure if she would meet Bibo again, but she understood now things were always going and passing. But for now, she only wanted to enjoy this moment and bake tons of pies as much as she would like for herself and her friends…
End
As the days shorten and the air turns cooler, many of us find ourselves reminiscing about past autumns and the memories associated with the season. This time the writing team has delved further into the more sentimental and emotional side of business in the godiverse. Hope you’ve enjoyed this chronicle of Bibo and Bee, let’s hope they would one day cross paths in their dreams as each other’s sweetest apparition. For all the lovers and fans of Apeiron, let us know which part of the story was your favorite.
As always, thank you for reading godlings. ~
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