The Lost Sock Society
"Welp-... I really hope nobody saw that..."
"....It's an explosion...."
The man beside him cleared his throat, "There were no casualties... Everyone is outside.... I made sure of that...."
Crane huffed at his boss, turning around, agitated; he stormed down the mountainside he had been peacefully enjoying his picnic on. He had planned a vacation for himself as a reward for keeping up with his boss and after five failed (disastrous) attempts at escaping, he finally had the chance to go on a picnic, just for a day. But that was fine as long as he could get some peace.
That's what everyone told him. He had been merry on his way, looking for a quiet place to spend his evening when he happened to stumble upon the gorgeous hill.
"Anyway,did you enjoy your picnic, Crepe...?? The excited boss asked, chasing after him.
Crane huffed for the umpteenth time this evening, "One day... Just one fucking day is all I ask for.. and for God's sake, it's Crane, Leonard...."
"That doesn't answer my question, dear Crepe.. Tell me, did you enjoy your evening??", Leonard asked in a sing-song voice that had a nerve pop in Crane's head.
"Boss, how do you think my evening went with you dropping out of nowhere, that too, with a fucking explosion...??"
Leonard grinned mischievously, like a child who had been caught red-handed.
"Where are we going now...???" Crane questioned in a sad voice that widened the amused smile on Leonard's face.
"Awww..... Don't worry, Crepe..... You will love it..... You trust me, right??" Leonard comforted him with an uncanny smile.
With a gulp, he looked towards his psychotic boss whose smiling face had turned into a creepy grin. Shivering he looked towards the sky with a face that held unmistakable agony and that is how Asst. Officer Crane submitted to his fate, that busy evening, only to be seen again after ages.
Alas!! this was just one of the many common nights at The Lost Sock Society.....
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