Mothman and Me (Mothman x Reader)

Him

At first, the sound didn't even register with you. You only awoke after about the fifth of six consecutive knock. Your head popped off if the couch cushion. There was a white mark left by your makeup no doubt, as you had fallen asleep on accident. Taking the time to check you phone, you noticed that it was already past midnight. 'What parent let's their kid stay out this late on a Wednesday?' You thought to yourself as you stumbled towards the door. As you got closer, you noticed that the knocks had evolved into frantic thumps. Whoever was out there was really desperate for candy. You were just giving out suckers. They were good suckers, but damn.
Half asleep, you fumbled for the handle, just wanting to get this over with. You swung the door open without a worry in your mind. Knowing that this was a good town, you were more irritated than anything. At this point, you were too tired to test out your schtick. You thrust out the bowl of suckers without even looking at the child you assumed was below you. Instead, your hand met a mass of shaggy fur.
This catching your attention, you rubbed your eyes and looked up. Two eyes stared back at you, both glowing a bright crimson red. A faint humming noise could be heard in the air. For a mere second, the breath was knocked from your lungs. However, you soon realized that it was Halloween. Halloween in Pleasant Point, of all places. You were just surprised you hadn't seen this costume any sooner.
"Nice Mothman costume, dude. I usually keep the candy for the little squirts who cone at reasonable times of night, but I'll give you a sucker for putting so much effort into that costume." You lifted up the candy bowl to a more appropriate height. You noticed that the person dawning the iconic Mothman getup was considerably taller than you. They were also silent.
"Come on, man. Just take the candy already. I wanna go back to sleep," you complained, yawning for emphasis. Still no response. "Okay, you're being a creeper. Creepers don't get candy. Go bother some other vampire." Just as you were starting to close the door, a soft hand grabbed your wrist. Your heart began to pound in your chest, and your breath noticeably quickened. "Hey, let me go, man! This is weird!" You protested, while attempting to yank away your limb. His grip was too strong. "I'm going to call the cops if you don't cut it out!"
Yet again, you were met with deafening silence. The only sound your ears could pick up on was that humming noise. It almost sounded like the movement of wings. Putting all of your strength into one more pull, you were finally able to free yourself. Your guest, though, had no intentions on leaving and follwed you inside.
As soon as he stepped into the light, you let out an audible gasp. Whoever this was would have won any costume contest they entered. Their suit was covered in an assortment of plush grey, brown, and black fur. Equally fuzzy antennae sprung from the top of their head, which also hosted the well known red eyes. The insect-like mouth was disturbingly realistic. For some reason you'd rather not think about, this particular individual decided to sport a rather fit Mothman. His abs were surprisingly chiseled and impressive. You were a bit jealous at first, but then you figured that they were likely not real. None of this was real. Mothman was just a bit a folklore connected to your little community. What you were seeing in front of you was an intruding imposter.
"Alright, I don't know what kind of sick joke you are trying to play on me, but I don't like it at all. I already warned you twice, and this is the last time I'm going to do it! Leave or I'm calling the cops!" You shouted a bit louder than you wished to at this time of night. Before you could utter another word, you felt your body get pressed against the door, subsequently closing it. There was no running now