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!