Meme walked up to Socks' small house right in the center of the village. He barely tapped his hand against the door and it creaked open. Which was odd, Socks always had his door locked even if he was inside. Especially after the mass village attack, a couple of years ago. As he stepped inside the house was a wreck. Random pieces of things were scattered around. Broken glass crunched under his feet.
"Socks?" He called, his voice echoed. His stone axe that he had hanging on the wall had been ripped off in almost an attempt to use it. It lay on the floor, something red staining the blade of it. Meme shuddered at the thought of Socks' own axe piercing his chest. His blood seeping into the ground. Staining it red, the best fighter, the guardian of the village. Security by all means, was gone. It died with Socks.. If he was dead. The stone axe was there because Socks had said.
"A foolish robber will see the stone axe and think that I am stupid." He had said hanging the axe on the wall. "A smart robber will assume that it is a trap, As I have something much stronger." He said as he revealed a netherite axe, his hands had some burns on them, no doubt from going to the nether and obtaining the netherite needed for the axe.

"That's what you should look for, his netherite axe he always has it with him." Meme muttered to himself. He walked all over the house seeing more broken glass and other bits of debris laying around. As he walked into Socks kitchen he saw a pool of red liquid on the floor. Along with it splattered on part of the wall. He put his hand up to his mouth to hide his shock.

"What are you doing here?" He heard a deep voice ask. Meme spun around and saw Socks standing glaring down at him. Meme just tackled him with a hug, making Socks stagger a bit.

"What the hell are you doing?" Socks asked as Meme pulled back, he saw anger and confusion in Socks' cold gaze.

"Have you never been hugged before?" Meme asked playfully, expecting Socks to laugh or something but Socks just narrowed his eyes more. "Also why is your voice so deep?" Meme asked. Socks cleared his throat and all of a sudden his voice was normal again.

"What do you mean?" Socks asked. Meme glared at him, something was off. Meme started to look carefully at Socks. He had a black eye and dried blood underneath his nose as well as his mouth. His hair was all more ruffled up and tangled. He glanced and saw the usual sheath on Socks' back; it contained his netherite axe, the enchantment glow shimmering in the light. At Least that was normal. He had his helmet on, which Meme knew that Socks usually wore it when he was outside, and not in his house. He usually took it off as soon as he entered the door but there it was just sitting on his head.

"Alright I think it's best you leave now." Socks said, his voice sounded echoey when he said 'Leave' One part of the echo had a fear and panicked side to it like it was a warning. The other was a frustrated suggestion. Socks practically started pushing Meme towards the door hastily, shoving him out the door. He slammed the door aggressively making Meme jump from its loud bang.

"Aggressive much?" Meme snorted, shaking his head, but he couldn't help but start to mess with a stray piece of blue fluff from his onesie, twisting it around his finger. His nervous habit. Anxiety rising in his chest. That wasn't Socks at all, at all.

Laff had been at his house when he heard a knock at the door. He opened it to see Socks standing there, arms crossed. Looking frustrated.
"Hey mate! How can I help youse?" He asked. Socks just narrowed his eyes and cleared his throat.
"I hear you're good with equipment." Socks grumbled. Laff tilted his head.

"You say that like we've never spoken before," Laff chuckled. "Of course i'm good with equipment, the best in the village in all honesty," Socks just continued to look at him through narrow eyes.

"You know how to set up a turret?" Socks asked. Laff tilted his head in confusion.

"What use would a turret be to youse?"

"I just want to know, just in case." He murmured softly. Laff shook his head no.
"I have a few turrets but I couldn't set one up to save my life." Laff snorted. Socks breathed sharply out of his nose in frustration. Suddenly Laff's phone started ringing and he pulled it out of his pocket. Socks looked at the phone in curiosity.

"Its Meme," Laff said looking at the caller ID "Wonder what he could need." He glanced back at Socks. "Can I help you with anything else?" He asked. Socks glared at him but said nothing. He just turned around and started leaving. Laff turned and answered the call. He closed his door as Meme said.

"Hey!"

"What's up?" Laff responded.

"Um Socks is acting funny and I need someone to plan my wedding." Meme told him.
"Wait, you proposed?" Laff blinked in surprise.

"To wiktora? Yeah!" Meme said excitedly. "Can you help plan the wedding Laff? I asked Socks but he seems to be... Busy to say the least."
"I would love to help plan your wedding, It's a honor really." Laff asked him, "What do you mean by Socks is busy?" Laff could hear Meme sigh concerned.
"I honestly don't know. He was acting funny when I came to talk to him today. He shoved me out of his house and his house was a mess." Meme told him. Laff had taken note of Sock's black eye along with the dried blood underneath his nose. Laff had also seen something odd in his cold brown eyes. They were partially black, they were also shadowy Socks had even felt cold to be near.
"I just talked to him. He asked about turrets," Laff told him, "He did look a bit scuffed up." Laff confirmed. Meme cleared his throat, uncomfortable.
"So you will plan the wedding?" He asked, trying to change the subject.
"Of course." Laff told him.

Laff was watching Socks' hands being careful not to look away. Socks was clutching his axe tightly it looked like was going to bring it up and swing it down on the left side. He moved swiftly, leaping up and bringing it down on the right side. Laff barely had a chance to move out of the way, diving for the dirt and crashing into the column to his side.
"First mistake Laff watch the eyes not the hands." Socks told him. He extended a hand for Laff to take. As Laff excepted Socks heaved him up.
"I'm never going to be as good of a fighter as you are. Just accept it." Laff told him. Socks shook his head.

"Don't say that." Socks told him calmly. "Trust me if you ever need me. I'm there" Socks murmured. Laff smiled at him. He adjusted his gas mask as Socks had nearly knocked it off his face.

"Wait up Nad!" Muffin called. Nadwe ran through the forest a few feet in front of Nadwe who was struggling to keep up. Nadwe was panting and wanted to keep pace but he slowed down so that muffin could catch up. "What are we even looking for?" he asked as he caught up.
"I dont know." Nadwe replied. Muffin glared at him.
"So your saying were out here looking for something that probably doesn't exist?" Muffin asked.

"Yeah," Nadwe responded shrugging. Muffin glared at him in disbelief. "Don't get your hair in a tangle, we'll be fine." Nadwe told him. "Monsters out here know who we are, and what friends we have!" Nadwe assured him.
"Socks?" Muffin questioned.
"Yeah that's who I had in mind." Nadwe said, biting his lip. He picked up the pace a little more, Muffin struggling to keep up.

"Well don't you think those said monsters think of Socks as a monster?" Muffin asked. "I mean he's practically trained to kill them on sight," he pointed out. "Plus that guy can be terrifying sometimes, What if he's a monster in disguise?" Muffin asked worried. Paranoid of things that probably didn't exist.
"Muffin if he was a monster he would have probably have killed us already," Nadwe responded, shaking his head. "That's also what were doing out here." Nadwe told him. "Were looking for a book that can be asked one question and it will tell you the truth. One per person." Nadwe told him. "So that can be your question."