14 April 2012
Chapter 1 : Get Back Up
"Must keep things clean, can not keep clean, darn THINGS! Do they not know the meaning of purity? Oh no, they are back. Run with all your might my unfortunate friends! Oh woe is us!" "Let's carry on our story!" "I bagged the purple one!" "But I wanted the purple one." After the three little children of the Smith family finished their intense game of rugby outside, in the rain, they decided to come inside and simply play sock puppets.
Mrs Smith, a woman as kind as she is plump, did nothing in an attempt to stop the filthy kids but instead created her famous pie, so delicious the smell could be seen looming over the crispy top layer. Mr Smith on the other hand was the complete opposite of his wife, he was skinny and cruel. Lurking in the lab in his squeaky clean basement, a huge grin grew across his face. "It's finished, my Animator is finally finished! After years of hard work and research it works!" he shouted, jumping up and down. In the middle of his little jig his stomach rumbled, looking at his watch he mumbled something formidably spelling "ooh lunch time!" and he ran out of the room doing a happy skip. Little did he know of the terrible beast he was about to create.
The children, running around the house with their muddy hands in the now muddy socks, noticed the basement door open. Unaware of the danger they flung the door open and raced down the stairs. "Oh no, not again! Why must you imbeciles choose me to star in this pitiful play!" After a couple of minutes the kids grew tired of the lab, while dashing out one child tripped on a switch, dropping his held sock in the process. He picked himself up and rushed on. "Phew! I'm finally away from them. Hey wait? What's that noise?"
WHIZZ! BANG! WHOOSH! SIZZLE!
"Oh where am I? My back is killing me... My BACK?" The purple grimy sock slowly rose, toe end first. He was amazed, he was shocked, he was filled with happiness... And psychotic plans. With no time to spare he planned out his dreadful deed. "Now to form my army." The talented sock thought. He crept upstairs, mastering his movement. He slipped under the children's rooms door and stopped. Time for the difficult bit, getting a drawer full of socks downstairs without anyone knowing. The sock skilfully swept across the room under the children's snotty noses. He then picked at the lock of the drawer and hopped quickly inside. "Hello my friends." He said while filling one of Mr Smiths sock with the children's cheesy ones. There was no chance he could sneak out with a sack like Santa's, so he waited. "Almost time my friends, time for revenge!"
At nightfall, when not one human was moving, the sock made his move.
WHIZZ! BANG! WHOOSH! SIZZLE!
"Rise my army of cleanliness! Arise!" A sense of pride and accomplishment had been brought into this tiny socks life. "Are we all familiar with the sequence of our unstoppable rage?" All socks nodded simultaneously, as if they had been waiting their entire smelly miserable life for this moment, and astonishingly, they had.
Mr Smith wandered downstairs, yawned, and stumbled toward the kitchen. "Now my loyal subjects, remember! Destroy everything for the sake of cleanliness! What?" Thought the leading sock. "What?" Thought the half awake father if uncleanliness. Minutes passed as both man and sock faced each other in an eye to eye duel. "You were unwise to let your children into the lab Mr Smith, very unwise indeed." Mocked the proud sock. "What?" Whispered Mr Smith to himself as he was pondering over reality and if these socks were actually challenging him, but before he could realise his fate was about to be sealed by a sock, it was already being sealed. "Attack!" The sock ordered, "Attack now!"
THUD!
"Quick, swift, elegant and still clean! HAHAHA!" Chuckled the sock warrior, as his first victim lay on the floor, dead. "He is the first of many! We will teach the world cleanliness! One way or another..." The smelly socks, still dirty since they had no time to wash, advanced their ranks through the kitchen and into the garden.
Now as we have seen, these socks life have an unfortunate twist to it, which is that anything they do has an unfortunate twist to it. Unaware if his bad luck, the sock moved his army into the cold, weed covered garden. The Smiths owned a single sprinkler in their garden as it sprayed wide enough for the whole garden, and goes off at exactly midnight every Saturday, you can guess what time and day it was when the unlucky sock (tried to) advance his army into the world. "What? How does the water destroy my friends? We're only getting cleaner are we not? No wait... It can't be, NOOO!!" Cried the soggy sock as he noticed his animated soul, was imbued in the dirt and grime of his body.
The garden stood still, the sound of the sprinkler fading into the background. When all was silent. "Must serve Psychotic Sock, must destroy DARN THINGS!"
Thank you for reading, hope you enjoyed it as much as I did writing it :) Hussain
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