It started with a rustle in the laundry basket.
At first, you thought it was static cling—one sock caught on another, fabric pulling like it didn’t want to be separated. But then you saw it… two glowing eyes, low to the ground, unblinking.
Mr. Fuzz.
He crouched at the edge of the basket, tail flicking, whiskers quivering in anticipation. You reached for a fresh pair of socks, and that’s when he struck. In a blur of fur and claws, one disappeared. You barely caught the other before it vanished into the shadows with him.
At first, you told yourself it was just a game. Cats steal things all the time. Socks, pens, hair ties, sanity. But then you started noticing the pattern. He didn’t want toys or treats. He only wanted socks.
The striped ones. The fuzzy ones. The mismatched pair you wore when you thought he wouldn’t notice. He always noticed.
One night, you woke to a sound at the foot of the bed—the faint scrape of claws on hardwood, followed by a slow, deliberate thump. Your toes curled inside your socks. Something was wrong. The room felt colder, heavier.
You pulled back the blanket just enough to peek. There he was.
Mr. Fuzz. Sitting perfectly still, ears pointed forward, eyes glowing with something almost human.
And in his mouth… was your other sock.
You tried to laugh it off, but the laugh stuck in your throat when you noticed the faces. Tiny, distorted cat faces woven into the fabric, their eyes glowing faintly in the dark. Not printed. Not stitched. Alive.
You reached for the sock, but Mr. Fuzz hissed, low and warning. The faces blinked. The fabric rippled. The sock moved on its own, twitching in his jaws like it was breathing.
That’s when you understood.
Mr. Fuzz wasn’t just stealing your socks. He was claiming them. Turning them into something else. Something that watched. Something that waited.
Now, when you slip them on, you feel it. A pulse beneath the fabric. A heartbeat that isn’t yours. And every step you take, you hear him padding behind you, unseen, but never far.
Mr. Fuzz doesn’t just stalk your socks anymore.
He stalks you.
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