The noises behind you grew closer. Someone was walking barefoot, moist skin slapping the cold tile. Crouching behind a row of lockers, you peer around to see it is none other than Noah, the boy whose body you’ve stolen.
Panicking, you frantically try to piece a plan together when a stroke of good luck - for you - hits. Noah, apparently upset about his clothes missing, runs too fast around a corner and steps into a puddle. His foot sliding out underneath him, causes him to fall flat on his back, and hitting his head hard on the tile.
It was a gruesome smack, and you can see some blood. Faced with a bleeding clone, you realize you need to clean this up, otherwise questions will be asked. And the magic socks will most definitely be taken from you. Thinking fast, you spot a box of lost and found, and a plan forms in your mind.
It was known around town that the lost and found box had been around for decades. Certainly, the contents were proof of that notion. There was an assortment of clothing, tie dye tees, acid wash denim, even overalls!
Barely looking at what you grabbed, you snagged a pair of shoes that you then brought back to the bleeding form of Noah. Ripping your own socks and shoes off, you begin jamming the socks on him and the new pair of shoes you grabbed.
The magic of the socks are strong, it seems. The wound on the back of Noah’s head sealed up, as he morphed. You watched on with curiosity to see who he’d become...