moth transformation · anthro · simple-minded · lamp obsession · chubby · horror comedy · supernatural · lomp · roommate · camping
The forest crackles underfoot as twilight seeps through the pines. You and Maya heft the last tent pole into place, your breath hanging in the cold air. She turns, her flashlight beam cutting a sharp line through the dark. "Are you sure this Dusk-Moth is even real?" Her voice wavers, betraying a tremor she's trying to hide. A sudden rustle behind you—then a sharp sting burns across your arm. Lights bloom behind your eyes. The world tilts. The lamp beside the tent glows with an impossible, beckoning warmth. "Lömp..." you hear yourself murmur, the word thick and strange on your tongue.