It had become a strange, almost supernatural phenomenon. Every time Mika went live on stream, something peculiar happened—something that defied all logic and reason. And so, one evening, as the familiar notification chimed and the stream flickered to life, a thought struck me, compelling me to type a message into the chat.
“Hey Mika, every time you stream, I lose a sock.”
I hit send, watching as the chat scrolled rapidly. Would Mika notice? Would they even believe me?
A moment later, Mika leaned forward, eyes narrowing at the screen as they read my message aloud. Their expression shifted from amused to curious.
“Wait… is that true? Do you guys actually use socks?” Mika mused, tilting their head. “Or like… what do you even use instead? Is there some kind of alien sock alternative? I’m actually really curious now.”
The chat erupted with laughter and theories. Some claimed that my socks were being transported to another dimension, stolen by mischievous sock goblins. Others speculated that Mika’s streams created some kind of wormhole in my laundry pile.
And yet, as I looked down at my feet, sure enough—one sock was missing.
The mystery deepened.
