You've had it with this clothes dryer. You got it used when you purchased the condo, but it's given you nothing but trouble for the last year. You could buy a new one, but that costs money, and you could hire a repair tech, but again...money.
So you watched a few videos on TikTok, and started messing around with it, hoping you could keep it running at least until your next payday. You took it apart, and you've put it back together, minus some parts that are sitting on the floor. Well, you probably don't need those, right?
Throwing caution to the wind, you fire the dryer up, and for a moment, it seems to work okay, before the door falls off.
Oh, that's what those screws were for.
You kneel down to put the door back on, but slip on one of the screws, and fall into the running dryer. This should have just been embarrassing, and maybe a bit painful, but it wasn't. Because you fell into darkness, and kept falling.
And falling.
And falling.
And...falling.
You fell for long enough that it stopped being terrifying and started to be boring. And then, suddenly, you saw a light up ahead.
You dropped through it and landed on a warm, soft pile of...socks?
Not just socks, but socks as big as you. They smelled clean, at least, but...what the hell was going on?
A white sock dropped out of the sky and landed upon you. You shoved it aside, and clambered down the pile, and looked around.
You appeared to be in some sort of meadow or field, dotted with piles of enormous clothes. Socks, shirts, skirts, shorts, slacks...probably more types of clothes starting with s. Plus underwear and some clothing you couldn't clearly identify. This seemed to go on forever.
"What the hell is this place?" you muttered.
"It's the Realm of Lost Socks!" twelve elves your size shouted. They began to dance and sing a song about the realm. It wasn't a very good song and didn't explain much, but you still applauded politely at the end, because you didn't want them to kill you.
"Okay," you said, when they bowed. "But...that doesn't explain why you want the socks."
"They aren't the socks, they're the spiritual essence of the socks. Weren't you listening to the song?" one of the elves asked.
"I'm sorry, I was...just so entranced by the tune," you lied.
"Oh. Well, that's understandable," the elf said. "I've told Pippin Lintmender that we should just explain it, but he is quite proud of the song."
"It is a great song!" Pippin Lintmender shouted.
"I never said it wasn't!" the elf you were talking to said. "I'm Corrin Woolwhisperer. You should not be here, mortal."
"I agree, I shouldn't, so I'll just be going," you said. "Uh...how do I get out of here?"
"Well we'll need to rebuild your physical form. That should only take...fifty years or so. Until then, you can help us out."
"Fifty years!"
"Don't worry, no time will pass in your realm. But this isn't so simple as just sending back a sock a couple washes later. Hey, where are you going?"
You don't care if no time will pass in your realm, you aren't staying in a land of giant clothing. You run, looking for somewhere, anywhere that you can exit. You see a black hole up ahead that appears to lead to nowhere. Well, better nowhere than here.
"Stop, you don't know what you're doing!" Corrin shouts, as approach the black hole by a pile of socks. And he's right, you don't.
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