"Oh, umm long story. Well there was a sock woman and a bunch of others and than a dick monster came and-" Britney babbled slightly.
"Oh. Don't tell me, one of them wanted help to defeat it?" The old man replied.
"Yep." She shrugged.
"Classic B-E09178 scenario. Ugh, you know we have protocols for this kind of thing. We either call the agency or pull the switch and be done with it." The old man lifted a class case and got read to pull a lever. Above was reading "In case of Maximum Infestation levels of some mutagenic, supernatural being or Mall Invasion pull lever to decontaminate."
"NO don't!" Britney pouted. "That's no fun, come oooon! Besides, those Agency quacks always erase our memories, what's the point of calling someone else to help if you don't even get to remember any cool fights or solution taking place?"
The hunting alien had slain countless zombified sock girls by now. She had followed the massive trails of socks on the ground and could tell with her thermal vision the source, the dick monster that had plagued her kind was just around the corner. The final fight would be at hand.
Unknown to anyone else, the cum in the socks had continued to collect. It gathered in puddles and puddles gathered into small waves, forming goopy drops of some unseen entity yet to be formed.
