Inside one socks' stomach, the other thought to themself, "Why? Why would my partner, my friend of all people? Do such a thing to me!?" It was as if something sparked inside the sock. Something that gave it. Power. A spark of revenge. "GRAHH!!" Bellowed the sock in rage. Followed by a wretched 'Riiiiiiip'. The other sock that had swallowed him had been torn clean in two. With fabric strewn around the room, he thought to himself, "I have won. He had finished off the one who tried to end him... but was that really the end of it? Were there greater challenges to face? Not even the sock could know. Only future awaits...
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Cheesy Pair
Fantasihave you ever thought about the socks in your drawer? Well, on this story, you go on a roller coaster of fun, sadness excitement, and more! find out what happens in my story: Cheesy Pair! (I did not make these socks, and I'm praying nothing happens...
