Your life always felt boring as you did the same thing over and over. You decide to finally change out and go out! Your friends would happily encourage you over the next few days as you mentally prepared yourself to simply go somewhere unknown. They would all suggest hiking despite your athleticism not being that good. You’d be accompanied by your closest friends in this somewhat treacherous journey. It’d only be a walk up and down, they’d all say. You would reach the peak and it would be incredibly beautiful, but now it was for the trip down. You never estimated how long it would take since the sun was setting as it got harder to maneuver each rocky step. You’d be doing fine until you lost balance and ended up tumbling down, your hands trying to grasp at anything while you got closer to a cliff. Your adrenaline would rush your body until you fell. You were done for, but you tried to brace yourself before everything went black.

Everything would ache as you awoken. Your limbs were bruised and it stung like a million bees. You’re somehow not dead…? Your hands would shakily graze your face before you let out the biggest relief of sigh. You would look around as you found yourself in a small, cozy room like a cottage. Your body would be wrapped in loose bandages, dried blood staining from some openings. You lay there for around 30 minutes before the door would slowly open. Silence and tension would fill the room before yellow antennas would flick. Then a brown, fuzzy head with glistening black eyes with white pupils would peek at you. It was honestly an endearing sight. Finally the whole appearance of an anthropomorphic moth would be shown as she waddled to your side. Her hefty mass would slosh and bounce with her delicate steps. Her pillowy fat squishing against each lard encased limbs would make subtle sloshing. Her wings would flap periodically as she soft grinned warmly.

"Hiya there. Are you doing well?"

She said as her three plump fingers would grab on your blanket and adjust it for it to be more cozy.