Universe Log 3: Bigfoot's New Groove

   Bigfoot, the world's most beloved yet most unproven creature, is hanging out in his self-constructed "cabin" in the middle of the woods. He's been dealing with a lot of stuff lately. He's tired of being a cryptid; he wants to be recognized as a real being, and maybe even hit the big time.

    His roommate, Jerry, is a park ranger who is the only person who absolutely knows for sure about Bigfoot's existence. Don't worry about him. He's sworn to secrecy. Jerry has an excellent idea.

   "Why don't you talk to Mothman? He knows exactly what it's like to be a cryptid." He suggests.

   Bigfoot sighs. "Maybe that's a good idea."

   Jerry tosses his phone over to Bigfoot and Bigfoot dials a quick number and puts the phone to his ear.

   "Hey Mothie, I need to talk to you."

   Excessive sounds of slobbering and flapping come through the other end.

   "How are you calling me, Bigfoot? Did you give my number to a human? You know that's highly against code!" Mothman complains.

   "No, I'm just using his cell phone."

   "How is that any better?!"

   Silence.

   "Listen, Mothie, I wanna go public. I want people to know who I am."

   "That's a terrible idea. We're cryptids, Bigfoot. We go under the radar. That's the business. Pose for a blurry photo every once in a while and leave some tracks; that's what we do. Do not become a celebrity. Promise me you won't do something stupid." Mothman begs.

   Bigfoot is offended at Mothman's proposition that his whole life is meant to be lived as a secret. "You know what? I'll show you! I'm gonna make cryptids the next big thing!" Bigfoot angrily hangs up the phone and throws it at Jerry, who miraculously catches it.

   Later, Bigfoot makes his way into the nearest human town and just starts walking around. No one bats an eye. In fact, some people give him money, thinking he's a street performer.

   "Don't you all see me? Why does no one care? I'm Bigfoot! I'm real! Here I am!" He shouts into the void. But nevertheless, he is ignored. Everyone thinks he's just some weirdo in a costume. He finds a bench and sits down, exhausted and saddened by how he's meant to be unknown and can't even reveal himself.

  "Pssst," comes a voice from the alley. He notices a little bit of dust on the ground. Bigfoot walks into the alley and is suddenly taken by insectile arms and lifted up. Of course it's Mothie, flapping away. 

   "You idiot! What did I tell you? Don't parade yourself! You want us to get busted?" Mothman reprimands Bigfoot as he flies him back home. 

   But Bigfoot has not lost his dream. Of course, he's not gonna tell Mothman that. He's gonna be famous if it's the last thing he does.