"The city..." The sock gazed into the blaring lights of Ward Orobe. "The most famous city of all. I've always wanted to visit this place." He could hear cars racing through the streets, and the smell was delightful, yet pungent. The sock wandered forward, waiting for another surprise whack him in the face. In which it did. "WHAM!" The sock had been knocked clean out. And a strange figure began to drag his lifeless body into a dark, shady alleyway. Nobody had seen the event unfold. But for the sock, the prophecy was about to be foretold.
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"Click!" Went the dangling light switch. The sock sat tied to a wooden chair, out cold. "Wake up..." ... "WAKE UP!!" A metal bat was slammed into the sock's chest. "GAH!" Shrieked the sock in agony. "Wha- Help, Please! Somebody please help me!" No response. "Shut up!" Whispered a voice. Although, it did not belong to the strange figure. "You're gonna get us killed!" The sock looked over to see... another sock. "Huh?" ... And another. But it was asleep. Or worse. One of the socks was blue, covered in white dots, and the other was rather plump and a forest-green colour. The three were all tied up with some kind of bruise or injury on them. "I have something to tell the lot of you." Said the figure. "Continue..." Said the dotty sock. You three are very important. You are perfect for the job. The green sock was just waking up now. "What's going on...?" Hee was unaware of his surroundings. "Listen very closely, warriors. Only you can put this problem to rest. Now, don't freak out, but our world is in great danger. And you three are our only chance of saving it. "Our worlds in danger!?" Said the worried green sock. "I told you not to freak out!" "Sorry, please continue." So it did. "As I was saying, I have found something extremely frightening. Moving papers. And that can only mean one thing. We will be forgotten. Left behind. So, heroes! Will you pipe up to the challenge?"
"...what?"
"Go save the world."
"Wh-"
"Thud. Thud. Thud." They were thrown out of the alley onto the cold street. "What do we do??"asked the dotty sock."No clue," replied the green sock. "Who even are you guys?" Asked the sock. "My name is Dotty." Said Dotty. "My name is Jeffery," said the green sock. "And you?"
"...My... name?..."
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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...
