Years passed in this way, your life intertwining with that of the Hoarding Bugs until it was impossible to separate one existence from another. You grew old and weak among them, but they never abandoned you; instead, they cared for you until the end, just as they had their own. And when at last your time came, they gathered around your frail form, their tiny hands running over your wrinkled skin with a tenderness that almost brought tears to your eyes.

You woke to find yourself back in your old, youthful form. The Hoarding Bugs surrounded you, their black eyes glinting with curiosity and excitement as they examined the changes wrought by the mysterious fruit. As you gazed up at them, a feeling of warmth and contentment washed over you; despite everything that had happened, you couldn't help but feel grateful for this strange, twisted family you had found beneath the surface.

The other members of your group exchange glances, clearly surprised by your claim. "Are you sure about that, Rolence?" one of them asks doubtfully. "She was part of our stash for so long."

"Yes," you say firmly, holding the Hoarding Bug close to your chest. "I found her and I want to keep her." You look down at the Hoarding Bug, who meets your gaze with a grateful smile.

The group leader shrugs. "Alright then,"

The Hoarding Bug blushes bright red at your words, but can't help but giggle at your description. She looks up at you with sparkling eyes, clearly pleased with herself.

"You're really something special, aren't you?" you murmur, stroking her hair. "I'm glad I found you."

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