Scornet Attack

"I still remember it clearly...the day of the attack. It was sunny and beautiful out. I was walking with a small group of pikmin. I barely stood out beside my leaf and thumbs. I didn't have the hoodie I wear all the time today. I was walking behind everyone, I didn't know any of them too well. I listened on to the chatter of the pikmin behind me, though I can't remember what they were saying. I even forgot where we were going, to be honest. So I was walking, stuck in my mind when those bee creatures flew over. They were scornets. Before I knew it, one flew over and grabbed my back. I felt like it stabbed me. I started screaming for help as the creature toyed with me in the air, tainting the pikmin I was with. Before I knew it, they all ran away from me, leaving me to die alone. I yelled for them to help me, but even if they stayed, there was nothing the ground could do, each one being ground-bounded. The scornet flew away with me. I didn't want to die yet. This couldn't be the way I went out...I refused to accept I was going to die. But suddenly...a group of winged appeared. A winged attacked the scornet that took me and it fell to the ground, though, I was never the most graceful pikmin; I fell a little awkwardly, getting a nasty scratch on my back, going from the center to the left shoulder. Then I fell and landed on my left arm...it snapped; it broke. The fall was too long for me to not have a broken bone when I landed. I stayed put, not sure what to do. I was in shock. I didn't die after all. But that hope quickly faded when another scornet attacked me, but this one acted strangely; it grabbed my chest instead of my back. I was able to fight it off somehow. I pushed it away, but it scratched me across the chest. Instead of falling and getting hurt again, a winged caught me. She flew me away from the fight to make sure I wouldn't get any more hurt. The fight left me with some pretty bad scars on my chest and back. I wear my hoodie to hide them. I only wear that minky fabric around my chest since I got used to the bandages and it felt weird walking around without it. That's the story of why I'm scared of scornets and bees. And why I wear weird sh*t."