The Foolish Crew lived a peaceful life, being the chaotic selves they are in Socks' house. It may have been far from civilization, but that gave them a sense of safety and security amongst them. They had all they could ask for, and nothing more. Somehow, they were great managing themselves mainly on their own, and that's a pretty big thing for them.
One foggy night, Tbh and Socks go out to explore a loud noise at a nearby river, not too far away from their home. Socks suspects nothing, but something inside of him felt weary about what lies beyond. He ignored his gut feelings, and soon, instantly regretted it all.
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This is an alternative universe fan fiction story, so it's made for fun! The characters belong to their rightful owners, the people of the Foolish Crew.
TW: this story may contain mentions of blood, gore, violence, weapons, death, horror/scary themes, etc.
This story won't be the best as I am not that experienced with writing before, so apologies for any grammatical mistakes or parts that are confusing/don't make sense. I will try to update bit by bit, so sorry if it takes long. Tell me about mistakes throughout, I'd be happy to fix them for you!
There are no ships in this story, just a bunch of friends and best friends living together because it's fun!
"Now I will wipe out your pathetic crew." It hissed. "But I think I'll leave you alive to see it." It said with a laugh.
"Then you'll know they're all dead."
"And it's all your fault."
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Socks and Meme have always hated each other. Blaza, a mutual friend introduced the two and they both seemed to hate each other instantly. The only thing they have in common? Their dream of going to new planets and exploring the stars. Oh, and how much they seem to enjoy annoying each other.
After waiting for it all their lives, the crew is going to space. The trip was supposed to go smoothly, traveling to Polus and doing research there and then returning back to Earth. But a glitch in the system sends a virus into the crew, which infects one of the members with a sudden desire to kill the other crewmates.
The only problem? There's no way to tell which one is infected. The twisted game only gets worse as more and more dead bodies show up around Polus. Can Meme and Socks finally learn to work together in time to save the few of them who are left?
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I read through and edit each of my chapters before they are published, but mistakes still tend to get through. If you notice one, it would be helpful to point it out.
Contains Memesfor1 content, if you are uncomfortable with that feel free to leave.
Listen to Yellow by Coldplay
{Started - April 7, 2021}
{Finished - August 24, 2021}