Mothman and Me (Mothman x Reader)

After the Fact

It had been nearly a week since that fateful night, yet the memory remained fresh in your mind. You often didn't sleep, letting your thoughts of him consume you. While you lie awake at night, you found yourself wondering if the creature would ever return. You wouldn't mind another visit, as long as he did not not show any aggression. You doubt he would. With that in mind, you made sure to keep the porch light on each night as welcoming beacon. On the days you were particularly desperate for a second glimpse, you crashed on the couch. However, the nights passed on in silence. Nothing out of the ordinary ever came to pass. Not that day. Not that week. Not that month. As time went on, you began to question your memory's credibility. Perhaps it had all been a dream after all.

As the passage of time took its course, the excitement and anticipation you once felt started fading away. You didn't check the night sky for flashes of red. You slept in your bedroom with the curtains drawn tight. You turned your porch light off to lower your electric bill. You drowned yourself in your work. You had reverted to that same, boring person you were before October 31st. Now it was December, and you were too busy working overtime and arguing with your family about upcoming visits to even give the cryptid even a moment of your time. Any instance in which you passed out on the couch was result of exhaustion rather than curiosity. That was exactly what happened that December 13th.

You trudged into your small house, cursing the darkness and the cold it brought with. You reeked of fast food and fatigue, a scent that you carried more often than not. The last couple of months had trapped you in a vicious cycle overwork and poor health. You barely had any time to take care of yourself, but you never really cared. Having no friends or family nearby, there was no one to tell you to put a stop to this. In short, you were slowly and unwittingly killing yourself.Of course, you weren't thinking about any of this while you fumbled to unlock the front door. You were thinking about changing into some pajamas and going directly to sleep. You manage to accomplish the latter, but the first task was quickly abandoned. In fact, you didn't even make it to the bedroom. Within minutes of entering your home, you tossed your keys on the coffee table and flopped onto the couch. As your as you head hit the cushion, you were out for the rest of the night. In your haste, you made two crucial mistakes. The door was left unlocked, and the porch light was left on. Fast asleep, you had not the slightest inclination as to what would occur next.