"Venezuelan Poodle moth? Bitch please, this is a Pokémon." Creepypasta days are anything but normal compared to a normal person's day. But for them, The weird and the unexplained is normal. (I have said 'Normal' just a tad much for my taste.) At least, they're normal until Reader-chan, Slenderman's new, bug-loving proxy came around. And a certain, creepy crawly friend along with her. Any Creepypasta used - Not me, someone else. Cover - Found on Google like any other cover in the whole fucking universe. Plot - Me, thanks. It's time to celebrate the wonders of mother fucking nature when it manages to worm its ugly ass rear end in your house, when it very clearly does not belong there.