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Skully has a minion!

the Skull Matter

Skully
Legacy Name: Skully_479

The

Chibi Experiment #625
Owner: Storm

Age: 15 years, 9 months, 1 week

Born: June 8th, 2010

Adopted: 14 years, 4 months, 3 weeks ago

Adopted: October 23rd, 2011

Statistics

Level: 50
Strength: 115
Defense: 112
Speed: 107
Health: 110
HP: 110/110
Intelligence: 62
Books Read: 61
Food Eaten: 14
Job: Kennel Cleaner

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Have you ever lost a sock...? Like, it seems as if they go missing and are never found. We jokingly say "Opps the dryer ate another one of my socks!" Then you either throw the odd sock away or maybe you throw it in a pile of other odd socks that will never truly be a pair again. Either way that it plays out you are left with a common denominator of one odd sock. The way I see it is...

...He was an oddball from the start. Little Anthony was nothing like his brothers and sisters. The species that Anthony is relates to the common "snake" you would see on earth. Therefore, Anthony had been born in a "clutch" of 3 brothers and 2 sisters.

As they grew everyone knew that Anthony was a little different. Other young of his kind would be practicing hunting skills on small mammals similar to an earthbound "mouse". You could find Anthony collecting one thing that was both strange and concerning. Anthony would slither around and look for socks. It became his obsession. His family struggled to help him learn to prey on food and something that was actually alive. He would not listen to them at all. He continued to steal socks and as his collection grew it became overwhelming to look at.

His mother sat him down and had a serious talk with him about his issue with taking one of each sock he lays his eyes on. Anthony stated "I can't help it mama". She asked him if there was something he needed to talk about or if there was something bothering him. He made it clear that there was nothing wrong and she left the room more concerned than ever. Not only was it dangerous for Anthony sneaking into other habitants' homes but it was also a way to stir the pot with the other habitants in this area. Anthony's species was not the lowest on the food chain, but it was certainly not the highest either. Making enemies is never a good choice. It was clear to her now she had to take further steps to help her son.

Worried for her son, Anthony's mother went to seek answers for him. She consulted with many about his strange desire and no matter who she talked to she would get the same answer. Nobody of their kind had ever seen or even heard of anyone hunt for socks instead of just food. The last being she spoke to had changed her perspective on her son's condition altogether. She was seeking to be told that there is something wrong with her son. Therefore, it never occurred to her that her son was just different. Of all whom she had spoken with not one of them uttered an unkind word about her son. Most of them chuckled or had a shocked look on their face that ended in a smile. Not one of them malicious either.

She slithered home and went up to talk to Anthony in his room. They talked about what she had seen and who she had talked to. She told him what they had to say and how they said it to her. Anthony looked up at her and said, "I'm just me mama". Tears starting to fill her eyes she smiled down at him and told him that she loved him just the way he was and that she would never change him for anything. Anthony snuggled his mother in a warm embrace. Anthony continued his life sneaking away with socks. He was never once upset about it and accepted it right from the start. In his eyes this was something that made him not just different but special. He was special. Anthony over the years accumulated mountains and mountains of assorted socks. However, he lives quite happily and also quite content just being himself.

Anyways, I like to think that this might be one of the ways all of my socks go missing. I come up with these scenarios in my head about where my missing socks are really going. I have so many! At this point, the pile of socks on my dresser is getting ridiculous. turns back and cries softly SNORT Wait a minute! Whoa, now that I think about it...I can never find my slippers either! I can never find a pair anyway! I have a distinct total of one pair and the rest I can only find one of each. sigh ...

*silence*

*then the sound of footsteps on concreate*

*a door shuts to a dark room*

*the sound of sobbing is coming through the shut door*