"You know what, I don't believe you and I'm sick of your games. If you want to cuddle my toes, just do it."
Phoebe sat up and pulled of her right sock. She held Fred above the opening and looked him straight in the eyes:
"I hope you get happy in there. I really don't care what happens to you I just want to get you out of sight."
These words hit Fred like a truck. He only wanted to get help but he was extremely misunderstood. Phoebe let him fall as he was tumbling down the inside of her grey socks. He landed in her toe section and was lying in the midst of all the dirt and sweat which was culminating inside there for who knows how long Phoebe was wearing this old sock. Almost immediately after Fred saw the light which was coming into the sock from above get darker as he saw five digits pressing forward towards him. In a matter of seconds Phoebe had her sock back on, feeling Fred in between her toes. Fred felt her wet and somehow cold toes everywhere around him. His face was pressed at the ball of her foot and her toes were mangling his body under them.
"What a dickhead.. Have fun living down there!", Phoebe spoke loudly positioning herself again as she was before lying on her stomach with her feet stretched on the bed. Fred was now trapped, maybe forever in this brat of a sister's sock. What was happening then?
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