It was early in the morning, or early in the terms of Therealsocksfor1. Since he had been up at Twelve last night working. His phone started to vibrate with a call. Stretching and picking up his phone he looked to see the caller ID.

"Hello?" He asked tiredly, yawning.

"She said yes!"

"What?"

"SHE SAID YES!" The caller screamed in Socks ear. He quickly moved the phone away and waited till his friend calmed down to continue talking.

"What? Who?" Socks muttered confused.

"Wictora!"

"Meme.. That doesn't answer my question.. What did she say yes to?"

"I asked her to marry me." Meme responded matter-of-factly, he continued before Socks could say anything else. "I need someone to plan the wedding." he told Socks. Socks breathed in sensing where this was going.

"I'm assuming you're calling me to ask?"

"Yes!" Meme responded excitedly, "Would you do it?" Meme asked. Socks thought about it for a second, and another second.
"Can I get a bit to think about it?" Socks questioned. "I mean I would love too but-" he started but Meme cut him off.
"I just think you're perfect for the job, since you know you're her older brother." Meme explained. "You know what she likes and-" Meme started rambling on reasons as to why Socks would be an excellent wedding planner and Socks had zoned out as Meme ranted. "So would you do it?" He asked snapping Socks back to reality.

"Again, can I get some time to think about it? It sounds like a lot of responsibility and I don't really think I'm the best for the job considering I have no experience." Socks pointed out, Meme hesitated thinking about Socks' offer since he really had been expecting Socks to say yes to the job since he would do anything for his little sister.

"Yeah, Alright. I can work with that." Meme replied, he was disappointed but honestly didn't mind it that much. If Socks said no, Meme would have some time to think of another person to fill his shoes, or socks. Since Meme never saw Socks wearing actual shoes. Just his rainbow socks. That when anyone saw they instantly knew it was him. Actually gave him his name too.
"Give me about a day." Socks told him his voice was rushed. Meme could hear a crash heard in the background.

"Socks are you okay?" Meme asked. Socks didn't answer, then all of a sudden the hang up tone started playing. Meme, knowing it wouldn't work still attempted it anyway. "Socks are you okay?" his face palmed. "He can hear you, idiot. He hung up." Meme sighed. He walked downstairs and went to grab something to eat from the kitchen. Wiktora was standing in the kitchen making food.

"Morning Meme!" She said happily as he entered.
"Morning wik." He responded, yawning, still worried about his friend, he had hung up so abruptly.
"Something wrong?" She asked him, sensing something was up.

"I might go check on Socks later," He told her she turned to look at him worry in her eyes.
"Why whats up?" She asked.
"I dont know, Honestly" he told her. "I'm just worried I was talking to him and he just hung up without saying anything."
"That doesn't sound like Socks at all.." Wiktora said absent mildly. Meme nodded in agreement. Wiktora looked him in the eyes and said sternly. "Be safe when you visit him, Alright?"
"Can do." Meme chuckled.

Socks had heard something crash down stairs.
"Socks are you okay?" he heard Meme ask on the other line. Socks was reaching for his netherite axe on the wall. He was a designated guard of the village so of course he had some weapons at least. He then was about to respond when he realized his phone was shut off. His grip tightened around his axe. He threw his phone on a nearby table. He then exited his room. His house was small so he would be able to see who the culprit was. He turned to where his kitchen was, it had sounded like the noise was coming from there. Except there was nobody. The place was empty. He looked around and heard something behind him. He spun around and looked at the figure before he swept into darkness