The sock navigated through the vast waste land, formerly known as "Thebe Droom," filled with hills of what was known to be... clothes? The sock was unsure of what they were. He took in his surroundings. Until something had caught his eye. Was it.. an exit? The sock darted towards the small opening, thinking of what could be awaiting him behind what seemed to be a really tall plank of wood. Did he dare to peek around it? Yes. The sock leapt through the crack and onto a wide, smooth surface. He had recognised this place and had instantly wished he had not. "...Halla Way..." he whimpered to himself under his breath. "The place if no return." They say the socks who have wandered here have never came back. "There's no turning back now." Said the sock, with slight fear in his voice. "The only way to go is forward!"
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Cheesy Pair
Fantasíahave 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...
