A pair of her dirty socks comes to life

When she reached for one of her dirty black thigh-high sock it suddenly moved away from her hand, crawling away like a snake.

"Oh, my God!" Monika screamed.

She couldn't believe what she was seeing. The thigh-high sock started inflating. It looked like somebody was wearing the sock, but it was empty inside.

"What the...!" Monika was interrupted as the thigh-high sock leaped of the ground, towards her face.

It made contact with her face, knocking her off balance. The thigh-high sock pinned her head to the floor, pressing its dirty sole against her nose. It's odor invaded her nostrils, causing her to gag. As she struggled against the sock, she heard some rustling coming from the laundry basket.

"Oh no..." Monika said muffled by her dirty thigh-high sock pressing against her face.

Something slithered out of the basket. It was her second thigh-high sock.

"This can't be happening...!" Monika said panicking.

The sock slithered towards Monika's face. Now both of her dirty thigh-high socks were playing with her face, pressing their dirty soles against her face. The smell of those dirty socks was making it hard for her to breathe. Monika began **** and gasping. She wanted desperately for the foul things to stop moving around her face so she could breathe properly. Suddenly they stopped. The socks dropped off of her face, letting her gasp for fresh air. They wrapped around her wrists and pulled them apart, pressing them against the floor. The thigh-high socks effectively restrained her in a lying position with her arms in a "T-pose".

"Please don't hurt me!" Monika pleaded as the socks tightened the grip on her wrists even more.

She lifted her head of the ground to look at the laundry basket. She could see the contents of the basket started moving again. A pair of Yuri's white knee-high socks crawled out of it. They slowly wiggled their way towards her.

"No! Don't come near me you filthy socks! Please let me go!" Monika cried.

Yuri's socks moved towards Monika's feet. Their ends grabbed the uwabaki slippers and dragged them off her feet. As the slippers landed on the ground they started walking on their own. The slippers were soon followed by the socks she was wearing.

"What are you doing to my clothes!?" Monika shrieked.

Monika's socks now free from her feet started approaching her. They crawled up her legs, up her body and finally they stopped in front of her mouth.

"NO! Stop!" Monika said trying desperately to keep the socks from crawling into her mouth.

Her attempts failed however. They pushed Monika's jaw open and climbed inside. The taste of her worn, disgusting socks filled her mouth. It was making her gag, but she knew that there is nothing that she could do. She gave in and just watched the animated articles of clothing in horror, doing whatever they wanted to do with her.