Mothman and Me (Mothman x Reader)

Frends

Mothman did not release you from the hug as quickly as you would have liked, and the embrace became a little suffocating. You tried to hint at being done by pulling away, at which he quickly let you go. His antennae went down, and he gave you a few low chirps of apology. "It's fine, I just couldn't breath. I kinda have to do that." You laughed, pulling the mug to you lips to take another sip of the warm drink. It had now cooled to the perfect temperature.

Peeking over the edge of your cup, you noticed that the giant moth was staring intently at you. Rather, he was staring intently at your cup. Raising an eyebrow, you shot him an odd glance. "Do you want to try it again? It's not hot anymore." The creature perked up, nodding rapidly. You rolled your eyes, finding it amusing that he was so eager to try something that just hurt him. Nevertheless, you held out the mug for the second taste test, awaiting for the proboscis to dip down inside. You decided that if he liked it, you'd just let him finish it.

The tubular appendage snaked into the cup, and you had to look away. It still bothered you. Instead, you focused on the cryptid's fuzzy face and just how happy he seemed to be. Before even asking if he liked it, you carefully placed the mug in his hands, already seeing that he was pleased. You smiled
"Go on and have the rest. Just put the cup in the sink when you're done. Oh, and throw away that popsicle wrapper. I'd rather you not get the counter or the floors all sticky." Pushing past the preoccupied man, you headed towards the hallway. "I'll be right back. Don't, uh...don't mess with anything." With the underlying question if it was a smart idea to leave him alone floating around in your mind, you hurried off to your room. Quickly locating something that wasn't your day old work clothes, you slipped on the new outfit and rushed back to the kitchen.

Unfortunately, Mothman did not exactly listen to you. He was frantically rummaging around your kitchen for some unknown reason. Every cabinet and drawer was open, though none of the contents seemed to be touched. Upon seeing that you had returned, he stopped what he was doing and let out a dejected hum. Sighing, you looked up at the looming being with a frown. "What do you think you're doing? I told you not to mess with anything." Mothman whimpered, showing you the crumpled up piece of plastic in his hand.
"Are you looking for the trash can?" You asked, pointing to the popsicle wrapper in his hand. He nodded, antennae down and eyes dim. Grinning, you took the piece of plastic out of his hand and placed it inside the trash can directly next to the counter. "It's right here, you big oaf." Mothman tilted his head down, letting out a few, dejected chirps. "What, bud? You couldn't find it, it's no big deal. I'd rather you not go through all of my drawers, but you know how it is sometimes." You directed a bright smile in his direction, patting his fuzzy arm in reassurance.

Mothman chirped again, this time being much happier than before. His antennae slowly lifted up, as he emitted soft, soothing hums. Stealing a glance at his face, you noticed just how happy he seemed to be. His actions were almost childish, and you almost felt as if you were starting to become a parental figure. However, you were not in a position to support a child, let alone a monster. You internally flinched at your own word choice. No, he wasn't a monster. Your interactions with him were enough to prove that. He was simply different from you, but deserved care nonetheless. You figured it must be lonely for him. Although people were constantly hunting him, it was unlikely that he had any real friends of his own. Maybe not. Maybe he had a family, and you were just his latest source of amusement. Either way, you needed to figure out how this would workout.

"Hey, uh, bud?" You finally asked. His attention was entirely on you. "Is there any particular reason why you slept on my floor last night? Don't get me wrong, it was fine, but as long as it stays an isolated incident. I don't really like being scared like that. You can't be coming in at the middle of the night. Luckily I didn't have to work today, so it was all good, but that might not always be the case." His eyes dimmed immediately following your words, and you could feel an ache in your heart. You didn't want to hurt the creature, but the question still stood. After a few sad whimpers, he eventually pointed a furry finger at you.

"What? Me? What about me?" He pointed at you once more, this time with more emphasis. "I get that you're pointing at me, but why?" Mothman released an irritated hum, followed by a succession of increasingly irritated chirps. Gesturing wildly, he attempted to convey his explanation, but you could not catch on."I'm sorry, I don't understand. I guess it my fault for asking a hard question. You can't even talk." Defeated, you took a seat at the kitchen table, rubbing your temple in thought. "I wish we could communicate better. You understand me, but I can't understand you. There's so much I wish I knew about you, but I will never find out."

Mothman gave another depressed chirp, walking over to put a hand on your shoulder. You were able to give him a sad smile, but the thought still lingered in your mind. Why were you becoming so attached to him? Why did you want to know more? You knew he would become a problem eventually, yet you already admired this being's presence. It seemed like both of you needed friends, so what was the point of pushing him away? You had become so entrapped in your own mind, that you didn't even notice that Mothman was no longer standing by you. The realization that he had even left at all occurred when he tapped on your shoulder, holding a notebook and pen in the other hand.

"Wh-...so you can find that but not the trash can?" Tilting your head, you served him an odd look. Then it clicked. Oh! He had thought of a way to talk to you! Your eyes lit up with excitement, and you immediately sat up in your chair. "Wait, you know how to write?" The moth hesitated, finally giving you a "more or less" sign with his hands. He sat the pen and notebook on the table and took a seat. Then, he located a suitable page to begin his work.

The shaggy fur covering his massive arm made it difficult to see what he was doing, so you sat next to him with bubbling anticipation. At last his message was revealed. There, written on the lined paper was a crude drawing depicting what you assumed was you and Mothman. Inscribed underneath it was a misspelled word written in sloppy print: Frend. You weren't sure why, but you felt yourself tear up as you look over to the cordial creature. "I'm-I'm your friend?" You asked, needing confirmation. He nodded with enthusiasm, creating a series of content chirps. "Um, I guess you're my friend too."