the rain was raging outside as thunder started to roar. You had always been afraid of the loud sounds it caused. It was starting to get to you..

your closet door creaked. A small, thin, black arm pushes the door to the side. Wiggles slowly squirmed out of your closet. It must be tight for the large stuffed insect.. He seemed content. Well, you’ve just fed him. That gives him a reason to be pleased/happy. He walked to the foot of your bed, his little legs skittering as he raised his upper body up, his antennae twitching as an indicator to let him up.

of course he knew you were afraid of the thunder.. you practically tell Wiggles everything.