CHARACTERS INCLUDED BEFORE WE BEGIN:
Socks
Meme
Blaza
Oof
Woolf
Nadwe
Muffin
Dino
Laff
Joocie

Rewrite!!!! >:))) ✨✨✨

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3rd person POV
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Socks was sitting on his sofa in the living room, watching TV while Blaza slept in his room. Blaza had moved in with Socks a few months ago, since his house was under renovations, and had been staying in the guest room ever since.

"I wonder what Blaza's doing.."
Socks thought as he got up and walked over to the guest room, softly knocking on the door a few times.

"Blaza?" Socks inquired, slightly cracking the door open, only to find that Blaza wasn't in the room. "Hm, weird." Hr muttered, now fully opening the door and looking around to see if Blaza was just hiding somewhere—but nothing. He turned around and left the room, confused, and began to search the rest of the house to double check.

After what felt like around 10 minutes, Socks finished checking the house, and all that he found of Blaza was a moldy sock that had been in his room. Slightly disgusted, he threw the sock in the trash and muttered something about hygiene, before taking out his phone and checking for any notifications from the Monkey hoodie wearing goofball. Though, there were none.

Feeling slightly defeated, Socks walked back over to the couch and sat down, taking out his phone and calling Blaza. But, unfortunately for the spaceman, Blaza didn't answer. He called again, no dice. This is where he started getting worried for his friend. He texted Memegod, hoping the (fake)doctor would know where their mutual friend was.

Socks
- Yo, Meme
- Do you know where Blaza is???

After a few moments, Meme responded.

Memegod
- no
- why

Socks groaned out of frustration and quickly replied

Socks
- No reason, just nvm

Meme
- okay then :/

Socks practically threw his phone to the other side of the couch, but then instantly regretted it and checked the phone for any cracks. There weren't any, thankfully, but that gave him a slight bit more panic. To get his mind off of things, he decided to watch some TV, hoping Blaza would just show up at some point.

And a few hours later, he did! Blaza walked in the door, holding like 8 grocery bags on each of his arms, one bag handle between his teeth, and one bag handle in each hand. "SOCKS—" he screeched, losing his balance while the bag slightly muffled his speech. Immediately, Socks came over to help, taking a few of the bags (including the one in his mouth) off of him, and laughing. "Blaza, what the fuck–"
Socks snickered, beginning to walk the groceries to the kitchen. Now that Blaza was home, his anxiety had certainly lessened a bunch.

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"So," Socks began, taking a sip of his can of Sprite. "Where were you, Blaza?" He asked, now sitting on the edge of his seat. They were both in the kitchen, eating lunch.

"What do you mean 'where was i'!? I just came in with groceries!" Blaza responded, jokingly angry.

"Right, right. Kind of a stupid question, sorry." Socks quickly replied.

After a few moments of silence, Blaza spoke again.

"Oh–! That's right!" He quickly rummaged through his bag for something, before pulling out two letters. "I ran into Laff at the store, he said he wanted us at an event or something." He informed Socks, sliding a letter with his name written in cursive on it. In response, Socks quickly snatched the letter and opened it, reading through it. "It...just says to be at his house by 5pm tomorrow. Why couldn't he have just Discord messaged us??? I feel like that would've been easier." Socks stated, confused.

"It probably would have, but he said something about legal things." Blaza offhandedly mentioned, taking a sip of his coke can. Shortly after Blaza said this, Memegod burst through the door.
"Socks! Did you find Bla—" He began, before seeing Blaza sitting right next to Socks at the table. "Oh." He muttered to himself, realizing he was right there. He quickly cleared his throat, looking away nervously. "Nevermind, I guess—" Meme quietly said, about to leave.
"Wait how did you get i—" Socks began, before hearing the door slam. "...OK then." He simply mumbled, continuing to eat his lunch.

"Well. Are we going to Laff's event thingy or nah?" Blaza asked after a little while.
"Sure, why not." Socks replied, munching on his big mac.

[TO BE CONTINUED]

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WOOOO REWRITE'S DONE!!!
well, prologue rewrite. Whatever.
Kind of hard to believe that I wrote this over a year ago. God damn.
I changed a few things, to make the writing less...bad. Meme wasn't involved as much in this chapter as he was originally, and Socks wasn't as freaked out by Blaza not being there. I had a lot of fun rewriting this, and I can't wait to rewrite the next chapters. I might add in some filler chapters though, since things in the first one kind of progressed too fast. I know I'm already writing 2 other books, so things may come out slow though.

ANYWAYS! WORD COUNT: 853

I'm so happy with myself for rewriting this in like 40 minutes :))