When I awoke, I saw that Socks was no longer next to me. I looked around until I saw him in the kitchen, wiping dust off the counter with a wet towel.
"Socks, I said I'd do that, you don't have to," I grumbled as I sat up. Socks looked at me and shrugged.
"Least I could do to help you out right now," Socks said.
"I feel like literally reviving me from the dead is already a lot," I chuckled.
"True."
We stood in silence for a moment before I asked,
"By the way, do you know when the next Blood Moon is?"
Socks thought for a moment before saying, "Next Wednesday, I believe. Why do you ask?"
"Oh, no reason. Just curious," I said.
So I have six days before that voice said I needed to be at the church. I'll keep that in mind.
Something. Some invisible force. It started to mentally pull me to the door.
"I'll be back," I said, headed for the door.
"Why? Is something wrong?" Socks asked.
"No, nothing," I said, "I just need some fresh air, is all."
Socks shrugged. "Alright. Want me to come with you?"
"No, I'm good. Thanks for asking though," I said.
Before he could say another word, I was out the door.
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Angelic - A SockSMP AU
FanfictionWe know the story of the SockSMP. The wedding, Wicktoria's death, the war that tore friends apart, and the robot behind it all. But of course, outlooks vary between one universe and another. The wedding was scheduled for not long before dusk, but a...
