Mothman and Me (Mothman x Reader)

Of Birds and Boundaries

The two of you cleaned up the Candyland mess rather quickly. Surprisingly, Mothman helped more than he got in your way. While you considered him to be a bit clumsy, you realized that adjusting to a human lifestyle must be pretty difficult. You personally had struggled with small changes in your life. You couldn't imagine what it must be like for him. So for the time being, your make this transition as comfortable as possible.

"So, any ideas on what to do next?" You stood up and popped your back. You were too old to be sitting on the floor that long.

Mothman shrugged, turning his head from side to side to inspect the room. Without signaling you at all, he abruptly left the guest room and entered yours

"Hey, wait!" You protested. "You're not allowed to go in there!"

It was too late. The creature was already deep in your closet, digging out items of clothing even you hadn't seen in years. You remembered that normal moths like to eat holes in clothes and you were momentarily confused. However, when the curious cryptid carefully placed a post of socks on his hands, you figured he wasn't hungry.

"Hey bud, those go on your feet, actually."

Mothman looked down at his feet then back at you. His confusion was apparent, as his talon-like feet likely would not fit in those socks. He slowly removed them from his hands.

"Look, I know you're bored, but I'd really appreciate it if you didn't snoop around in my room. We'll find something better to do."

The moth's antennae flattened on his head, knowing he had done something wrong. He let out a dejected chirp, put down the socks, and stood back up. You could tell he was offering a silent apology.

You sighed. "Sorry, I'm not trying to be mean. I just like my privacy. Neither of us are used to living around other people, so we're going to have to work on this together." You held out your hand. "Let's go to the living room and figure something out okay?"

Mothman's antennae perked up slightly as he gently took your hand. You knew he didn't mean any harm, but adjusting to this proved to be more difficult than expected. Still, you were determined to make this work. The two of you took a seat on the living room couch, Mothman opting to sit rather close to you. Personal space would be another topic to address later, but for now you didn't mind. 

"So, is there anything you normally do for fun on your own? I'm pretty boring, I'm afraid." Maybe this would help ease the tension?

Mothman grabbed his notebook and pen and began furiously scribbling. When he handed the notebook back to you, you saw a rudimentary drawing of a bird sitting in a tree. Mothman sat underneath the tree, looking up at it. A word was scrawled next to it. "Lisen."

"Oh, you like to listen to the birds?" You were no bird expert, but at least this was something you could work off of. You figured that Mothman wasn't familiar with much of the world outside of Appalachia, and traveling was outside of the question. You would just have to bring the world to him.

You scrambled to find the TV remote. There had to be some sort of bird documentary on one of the various streaming services you had. After a little bit of searching, you found one detailing the various mating dances of exotic birds. It looked interesting enough. You hit play, not knowing that this action would spark a series of unforeseen events.

(Hey, author here. Chapters might be a bit shorter from now on. This isn't a story I exactly plan out anymore, as most of my plans were forgotten during my hiatus. Now, I just write what comes to me, and lately that hasn't been much. Just thought I would give a heads up.)