I couldn’t help it. When I get nervous, I get horny. It was a way to let all the anxiousness out; just let it go. Plus, our moth cousins… mate all the time. It's natural.
At least I hoped it was, otherwise I was a freak.
“Keep your eye on her, and let me know what happens. Stalkingisrequired.” Mayor Hollow tugged on his three-piece brown suit, smoothing down the warm-brown fabric. "The partyis in three days, and I expect to see you there," he said. “You can use your apartment after, if you feel so inclined to do so.”
I gasped and stumbled back.
All monsters had an apartment in town and a home in the forest. Theoff-limits forestwas our actual home, the place we could be our true selves. I hated the apartment here in town that made us appear more human. I’ve never stayed in it, but many monsters have, once they found their match on the night of the party.
Lucien grabbed the basket I was fumbling with. “Lighten up, Atlas. You should really stay in it from time to time. I stayed the night after the party; it lasted all night, and I was too tired to fly back. Besides, don’t you want to at least try to find your match?”
I shook my head. “No point.”
Mayor Hollow raised a brow. “Everyone gets a match, Atlas. If you don’t try, it won’t happen.”
“There has never been a moth who has received one,” I countered. “And haven’t you witnessed the females stomping on the scurrying spiders, and slamming books at the buzzing bees?” I clutched my throat, a wave of panic washing over me.
Lucien chuckled and grabbed my arm. “You are ridiculous! We are bigger than those things. We aren’t insects like them. You watch too much National Geographic!”
I continued to choke myself. “I’m gonna get slapped with a fly swatter, I just know it!”
Mayor Hollow stepped forward and slapped my face. “Get a hold of yourself. You are a Mothman for crying out loud. You are a hundred times bigger than any flyswatter,andthe biggest Mothman of the bunch.”
I cupped my cheek. “You slapped me! Did you see that? He slapped me!”
Lucien nodded. “Indeed, but you were having a panic attack. It was the best way to get you out of it.”
“I’m going to need another banana. Come on, Lucien, let’s get back to the shop.” I grabbed the banana, and Mayor Hollow called out for me to remember that I had a duty to uphold.
It was a stupid job, but if it meant keeping me out of that apartment and only staying in the comfort of the cabin, then I would do whatever it took. And one party couldn’t be all bad, right?
Chapter Three
Kassie
TeaBagTitan:Looking a little sluggish this afternoon, Kassassin.
Irolled my eyes as my feet trudged through the swampy area of the battlefield. My character was fast. The only weakness of most characters was the swamp area, and my bag of tricks had nothing to help me fly over it.
And TeaBag knew that because I had to use it to jump over his massive ogre, which wasobviouslycompensating for something.The other subs in the chat said otherwise, but they may not have had much to compare it to.
I cringed.
That was judgmental. Bad Kassie, bad.
“Oh, little TeaBag, you’re just jealous your ogre can’t fudge my elf with your tumor dick,” I snickered into my microphone. A blast came from my right, and the chat went wild. The enemy had launched an attack.
“What the fuck!”
NotmyProblem:There was a silent signal in the swamp.
I<3GothChiks:You need to head north, toward the next encampment.
My heart raced as the blast shook the ground beneath my character, taking away some of her health. She stumbled but quickly regained her footing. The chaos in the chat only added to the confusion.
I glanced at the highlighted, most-paid subs cheering me on, and of course, one of the high-ranking gamers’ names was highlighted as well.
TeaBagTitan:HaHa! Speechless now, aren’t you, kitten?
