Wet Sock 2x05: Containment Breach
Season One / 2x01 / 2x02 / 2x03 / 2x04
Time did not move linearly, because it never does in Wet Sock. Yes the last episode was the Ides of March. Shut up. It's November 1st, and you know what happens on November--
"Author!Beluga can you shut up?!" Rad shouted, stabbing a femboy catgirl in a maid outfit. "Misp and I are trying to fight our way through UWU Enterprises right now, as we have been for the last SEVEN FUCKING MONTHS cause you can't write this story without a damn HIATUS."
"What was even happening last time Author!Beluga posted?" Misp asked, tripping the physical embodiment of the sound "nya."
C!Misp and C!Rad could not remember, but it had been an Ides of March episode where they killed Hatsune Mik--
"SHUT UP AUTHOR!BELUGA!"
A terrible crack echoed through the tower. Alarms blared out, piercing the air. The employuwuees ahead of them screamed in fear and ran past them, scrambling for the exit. Cold mist flowed down the hallway, chips of ice falling from higher floors.
A frantic Thomas Jefferson ran around the corner, shards of ice poking out of his chest. He grabbed Misp, sliding to the floor.
"We did everything we could uwu." He cried limpid tears. "I'm-I'm sorry. She... she breached containment. I... I should've... I should've been stronger... she's coming..."
"Who? Who is it?" Misp cried, grabbing Thomas Jefferson's face, the light dying from his eyes. She smacked it. No response.
A lilting voice echoed down the hall.
"I~I~I... don't want uhhhh LOT Fooorooor cHRIsmaàss."
Candy canes sprouted from the ground, the pastel walls became red, green, and wintry blue. Misp gasped, "No. Halloween was yesterday."
"Theeeeere is just one Thing, aIIaii Ne-eed."
"Nope." Rad threw her hands up, and turned her back. "Nope. Nope. Not today. Absolutely the fuck not."
"I DOn'T Care abOOUT The PRE-SeNTS. uuuUAUUnderneeth the Chri smas tre eee."
A light glowed at the end of the hallway, ice and snow billowing from its shine.
"I juuust want you for maiy Oh-own. moooOOAOOOAR than you could Eveur Know-ow."
She came into view, her red and white outfit even more terrifying than in pictures.
"Make my wish COOAMMe TRUUuuuuUUEUUEUEUUuuu. UWU."
Rad turned back around, slugging a rocket launcher over her shoulder. "Lemme take care of this."
Mariah Carey floated before mother and daughter, holiday cheer coursing through her veins and shining through her skin.
"AAAAAAAlLLL I wuaAANt, FO-or chuRismAAAaaAAaas... IiiIIIIiiiss....
The rocket launcher fired.
"You-ou-
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Nothing remained, except a single shard of candy cane. The force of the blast had vaporized Mariah, breaking the bonds between the molecules making her up until she was nothing more than a cloud of indeterminate particles. The force and energy of the entire sun had been directed at at the elder god, her physical form utterly destroyed. Rad tossed aside the rocket launcher. "I hate that fucking song."
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Mariah Carey breaching containment had cleared the halls, so reaching Y/N's throne room was pretty easy. Misp almost missed stabbing Hatsune Mikus, but seeing Rad reduce Mariah Carey to mere atoms was pretty fun to watch. Like any elder god she would reform eventually, but at least they had until next November 1st to worry about her.
Rad kicked the door in at Y/N's throne room.
"H-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-hey," Y/N said, tucking her messy glossy brown hair that went down past her feet behind her ears. "Whowu are youwu? :3"
"We're here to post bail for Beluga and Fuck," Rad said. "We're willing to pay almost any price under $63."
"And 17 cents," Misp added.
"You have slain the demon Mariah Carey, and for that, your friends crimes shall be forgiven," Y/N said, looking up at the bird cages. "W-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-wait? Wh-wh-wh-wh-where are they?"
One bird cage hung intact, while the other looked like it had been chewed open. Jackie Kennedy had locked her jaw on one of the bars, furiously snacking.
"They must have--oh no, I'm such a ditz! I left the Jacky Kennedy's in here for one second and-- Y/N began to cry from her orbalescent orbs. She grabbed her iPod touch with a teal case and spoke into it, activating the loudspeaker system.
"Uwu! I know I'm not like other girls, and I know Jason hasn't noticed me yet, but the multiversal criminals Beluga and Fuck have breached containment and must be hunted down and eliminated from existence. PS Jason I'm a better singer than Becky."
"Ohhhh, the episode title was one of those double meaning things," Misp said, nodding. "Love it when they do that."
The author was thankful that c!Misp appreciated his title.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP AUTHOR!BELUGA!"
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-Wet Socks-
Note: Just a silly poem I made about the hatred of “wet socks.”
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Oh wet socks, how terrible are you
How and why didn't you give me a clue
When I stepped on a puddle of water out of the blue?
Oh wet socks, how dare you,
to become a magnet of hatred upon few.
Oh I hope one day when the sun is bright,
That you never shine yourself upon me again you parasite.
Oh wet socks, oh why oh why
Shall you walk past my happiness and say “goodbye.”
But wet socks, even if you give me annoyance,
I will always still have a spare pair of socks.
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WET SOCK SEASON TWO
The Quarter Family is scattered to the winds. Beluga and Fuck have messed with the universe too much, and have been taken captive by the recently escaped god of Y/N. Rad and Misp brave the terrible dimension of My Immortal to rescue the grandparents, while Elmo begins to uncover the truth about her and Rad. Wombat is questing, or something. The apocalypse nears... the rift opens... and everyone just keeps getting sexier.
2x01: Beluga and Fuck are Bad at Being Prisoners
2x02: Misp and Rad Get Sold to One Direction
2x03: Parent-Child Bonding in the My Immortal Dimension
2x04: The Ides of Miku Binder
2x05: Containment Breach
Will update as new episodes come out...
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