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Kaythlynn's nightly tea had just finished steeping. It was, by all means, quite an ordinary night. If one can ignore the local cryptid sitting on her bed.
Kaythlynn sat down and turned towards the fur-licious winged man. "So, Sir Mothman, I take it?" She inquisitioned.
"You'd be correct."
"Good to know. So. What brings you to my humble abode at," she looks at the sparkly pink clock,"three am, and moreover, on a Thursday?"
"Ah, that's classified. All I can say, is that the light from your bedroom has shown me that you are a worthy candidate." Mothman's red eyes glinted dangerously and Kaythlynn felt shivers going down her spine.
"You're telling me that I am a worthy candidate. Okay, that's cool. But, for what? You can't do anything without me agreeing to it!" It wasn't quite a yell, but close to it regardless.
Mothman clicked his tongue, tutting lightly. "You must be a fool, I said it's classified. Although… I suppose it can't hurt to tell you when the last candidate was chosen in your region. Approximately 64 years ago. That telling you something?"
Kaythlynn gasped, her eyes going wide in terror and fear seeping out of her pores. "T-the last mothman sighting near me. It was sixty four years ago! It can't be!"
"Why yes, it sure can! The factory is awaiting you, it is time to realise your true worth, as The Seventh Moth of the Lainstown Province!"
Mothman grabbed Kaythlynn and flew out of the window, never for her to be seen again.
On a completely different topic, the next sighting of a moth-like cryptid happened nine days after her mysterious disappearance, but I am sure neither have anything in common.