"Well, I am a human man. My name is..."
He stops himself, feeling an odd constriction in your chest.
His name. What is it?
Arthur notices him looking distressed, and so he awkwardly shuffles from one side to the other, the dragonfly-taur's long abdomen swaying behind him.
Did he make a pact with some kind of fae?! Why can't he remember his name?
Scanning through his memories, he finds them all kinds of scrambled. His brain is a mess!
"I... don't remember."
"Oh." Arthur says. "I read about that in the records. Human... or anyone's minds really are not made for passing dimensions. Things get messed up in there sometimes."
He gently pats on him on the shoulder.
Still distressed, the human asks him. "Is there any way to go back home? Anything?"
Arthur sighs.
"No way that I know of. Most humans stop searching for a way out once they become bugs themselves."
His antennas suddenly perk up, and his eyes widen a little. Then, he awkwardly rubs the back of his head.
"About that. Would you be so kind as to give me a few of your hairs?"
He groans and agrees to it. The human watches the dragonfly-taur turn and retrieve a vial from a nearby room.
With a gentle swipe of his claw, a few of his hairs fall out and into the vial.
"What am I supposed to do now?" He eventually asks him.
That just gets him a shrug out of the dragonfly.
"As I said, most humans just become bugs and then spend their life here in the Eternal Garden somewhere. So, try to get into your new life, bear some eggs, and make the most out of it. "
The human frowns.
"I just told you I am male."
The dragonfly closes his eyes and seems rather bashful.
"About that. You know... more often than not, like 60% of the time, when a human transforms, they also switch...sex... and may develop a taste for members of their previous sex."
Butterflies course through his stomach at the thought as he grips a nearby chair.
"It is by no means guaranteed!" Arthur rapidly tries to assure him, defensively holding up his hands. "But...at least our women tend to usually be the bigger, stronger sex. Look at the positives, right?"
He pinches the bridge of his nose and shakes his head at the ridiculous situation he finds himself in. Carried away to downtown bugland, brought before a fucking tick wizard and his dragonfly apprentice, being told that not only is there probably no way back, but that he is most likely going to end up as a boy kissing bug woman if he isn't extremely careful.
What a fucking day so far.
While the human sits there in silent disbelief Arthur looks thoughtful.
The Human sighs and decides to try and make the best out of it.
"Call me Nicholas. That is my name, I think."
Arthur stops brooding and nods.
"Okay, Nicholas. I can't just send you out there without some supplies and maybe ... a weapon? Do you have magic?"
"Doesn't exist where I come from." Responds Nicholas.
For a moment, Nicholas is rather amused by the fact that he didn't question the claim of magic existing any further. This situation is already so stupid that if someone were to tell him that there is a T-Rex mounted with gatling guns outside, he wouldn't question it for a heartbeat.
The dragonfly-taur nods and seems to instinctively clean his antennas by shoving them to his mandibles and combing through them. Wheter that expression means anything, he has no clue.
"OK, how about you go to the library and make yourself familiar with our world a little while I look for whatever I may be able to hand out. Just don't touch anything that is not a book. My master may not be female, but if you piss him off enough he might just take a bite anyway."
Nicholas agrees to it and starts venturing back to the library.
On the way there though, he halts as he sees an open room door.
Inside he sees a cauldron and various vials of all shapes, sizes and colors. Arthur must have left it open when he got that vial.