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Mothman baby
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How the hell were you going to explain this to your landlord...
"Little guy!" You call out into your apartment, checking room after room looking for... Well... You didn't really name it yet, after all you found it on your balcony just two days ago. You didn't have the heart to kick it out, and it's parents were nowhere to be found. Don't keep the lights on, they warned you. It'll attract bugs, they said. But hey, they never warned you that you'd become a mother to a pile of feathers!
"There you are!" You breathe a breath of relief as you catch a glimpse of the small fluffy creature enjoying itself with the lamp button, watching the light go on and off as it kept pressing.
You quickly scoop up the creature into your arms, ignoring it's grumpy grumbles as you interrupted it's very very important light session.
"Little rascal." You sigh, placing the little moth on the couch and taking out the few pieces of children's clothing from your backpack.
"We're gonna try these, yeah?" You show him one of the t-shirts, a blue one with the Superman logo on it, the shirt quickly being met with approving chirps.
With some struggling, you get the shirt on the little booger, its wings creating two humps on its back. You'd have to cut holes for those... You don't need any sewing to make sure it won't fall apart, right?
With the nearest, almost fully dry marker (you seriously have to stop losing the caps), you drew two lines where the base of the wings should be. After that, you quickly tugged the shirt off the little moth, who was making his discomfort very clear through his squirming around, and tried to cut the holes as best as you could.
"There." You sighed as you finally managed to get the moth's uncooperative wings through the two holes. "How does it feel?"
The moth looked down at its new shirt, seemingly thinking about what it thought about it. But after a few seconds, it started chirping happily, seemingly very satisfied with it. And looking at the little guy as he ran to the nearest mirror, you had to admit the effort was worth it... Well, you finally have a use for that sewing kit you never used, right?
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Not to be dramatic but I'd die for little guy.
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Midnight scares
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You couldn't really complain about having your sleep schedule disrupted by the little moth, since it was oddly a peaceful sleeper. Crawled into the pile of blankets it set up and refuses to have cleaned, and wakes up by the time you're long up and ready. And by looking at it, it seemed to be old enough not to need a crib, at least by human standards. So you could sleep peacefully…at least until tonight.
The day was seemingly never-ending, coworkers trying to bullshit you about things they obviously didn’t do, your boss urging you to do something that didn’t have a reason to be done until the end of the month, and work being seemingly never-ending. So it was a relief when you finally got the kid to bed and could climb into yours, the tip taps of raindrops against the window lulling you to sleep fairly quickly.
Yet it was all disturbed a few hours later, with panicked, almost screeching squeaks waking you up with a slight panic until you saw the two red eyes staring up at you.
“Are you hungry buddy?” You question, sitting up and rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. Only to be met with more squeaking and a fuzzy hand pointing to the window, where you could see a flash of lightning quickly followed by a loud bang. Looking back down, you can only see the little guy's antennas as he was cowering in fear. With a little sigh, you quietly get up, closing all the windows in the apartment while being followed, a tight grip on your sleeping pants causing you to walk slower to not accidentally kick the little one.
After you’re done, you lean down to cradle the moth as you head back to bed, your brain trying its best to find a solution to calm down the little one who was still quivering in your arms. Okay, think, think…Maybe…A bedtime story? Some cute TV show? The kid certainly found a lot of fun in the lights...Just…Quiet ones, apparently.
You tuck the moth into the side of the bed you didn’t sleep on, and lie down next to it, taking a book off your nightstand, just to quickly put it back. Okay, maybe you didn’t have any books to actually read to the kid. That goes on the to-do list of what to get for the kid. Okay, get yourself together woman. Improvise. So, with a small sigh, you cradle the scared moth into your arms, cooing gently until those red eyes close once again. Goodnight, little moth.
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