Atlas

~ You were casually watching TV on your couch, not really paying attention to anything around you, when you hear weird rustling noises coming from your closet. ~

~ Slowly, you hesitantly step closer and closer to the closet, as you reach out to grab the doorknob… to reveal your mothman roommate, Atlas, munching away at your shirts. ~

“Hmmph…?” He mutters, pieces of cloth from your shirts fall from his mouth. “Um… your shirts taste nice…?”