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It was a drizzly, gray day in Point Pleasant, West Virgina, when Umbral arrived via a long flight from wherever the fuck a lord of the eclipse would come from.
He had heard tell of the mythical Mothman, and had been quoted in the past saying that he could top a cryptid no matter how tall. Sure, at the time he had been referring to the entities in Voices of the Void, but how different could Mothman be?
The glow from the eclipse halo hanging behind his head bounced off the water of the Point Pleasant beach as he made his way through the area. Where would a Mothman be, he wondered to himself. His Twitch chat hadn't given him much to work with aside from "he's so babygirl" and "Point Pleasant sounds like a fake ass location." That would not deter him.
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Finally, after a week of searching, he had found him.
Mothman.
What he didn't realize is that Mothman had been looking for him, too. No one speaks of the lesser known Cryptid Twitch, and even less people knew that Mothman's viewers spoke to him about the enigmatic Umbral Crown. He had heard that the streamer had made his way to Point Pleasant, and he was ready to track him down.
The forests of West Virginia were thick and hard to walk through without getting snagged on a branch or a bush, but when you can float on a skateboard, what did it matter?
Mothman sensed the floating skateboard before he saw him, and he turned after noticing the shift in the air.
"Umbral," he said, not needing an introduction.
"You were waiting for me?" Umbral asked, ollying before coming to a stop.
"I am a moth man, I am drawn to light," Mothman said, pointing to the halo behind Umbral's head.
"Gasp," Umbral said instead of gasping.
They closed the gap between them, Mothman cradling Umbral's face and Umbral reaching out to touch Mothman's shoulder. They had searched for each other for so long (a week) and now they had finally found the other.
They leaned in to kiss, and while you would expect this to be where we say happily ever after, it's really just where it all begins.
