(Author's note: This is based on my Drawn to Life Headcanon/AU in which Sock was actually not entirely a creation of Wilfre's, but instead Wilfre stole his hat and impersonated him. This is my first fanfiction, so I hope you enjoy!)

Our story begins on the little island of Country Farms. It was a sweet, pretty little place with a very rustic atmosphere. The town's mayor was an elderly Raposa named Carter, and he was a very good, qualified mayor indeed. But this story is not about him, or even his son, Jimmee, who was next in line and also very qualified to be mayor. Instead, this story is about his grandson, Sock.

Sock was a goofy, kind lad who had a lot of energy. He was named for the big old sock that he wore as a hat, which he'd taken quite a shine to as a baby. It was grass-green with yellow stripes, a yellow cuff and a yellow patch at the top. His favorite outfit consisted of a pale yellow shirt, red overalls, and, of course, his hat. Every day, Sock would take care of the Dodos on his family's farm with the help of his faithful Rapo Dog, Barkly. After he was finished with that, he'd go down to the center of the village and socialize with the other inhabitants of the island. It was a good life, indeed.

It was a dreary day in Country Farms, and Sock and Barkly were going into town in order to get some supplies to prepare for the coming snowstorm. It was supposed to be a quite heavy storm, and the wind had already started to blow quite viciously. Sock had just picked up some firewood and was getting some food at the local market, when somebody bumped into him.

"Oh! I'm sorry, Sir! I didn't see you there." Sock exclaimed to the stranger, surprised.

"It's no fault of yours, I wasn't looking where I was going." The other Raposa replied calmly. He was very pale, with piercing blue eyes and hair that was completely white. He wore a blue jacket, and seemed to be quite cold.

"Alright, Sir." Sock said, glad that this new person didn't seem to be angry at him. "So, are you preparing for the storm, too?"

The stranger looked quite surprised.

"A storm? How bad do they say it's going to be?"

"I don't know exactly, but my Grandfather thinks everyone should be prepared to stay inside for quite some time."

The pale-furred Raposa looked quite sad.

"I've just arrived in this village," he said, "and I have no place to go. I don't even know anybody else here. I guess I'll just have to stand out here, freezing in the storm."

Sock didn't really know this guy well, but he wasn't about to let a kind stranger freeze to death.

"No, that's not true!" Sock told the man. "You know me, although we haven't even exchanged names yet. But let's change that now! My name's Sock, and this here is my Rapo Dog, Barkly." Barkly barked, as if to say, "Hello!"

"Greetings, Sock and Barkly. I am called Wilfre."

"Well, Wilfre, you can stay with my folks and I for as long as the storm lasts! I'm sure they won't mind."

Wilfre looked surprised.

"Are you sure, Sock?"

Sock nodded.

"Yeah, we've got enough room in the house for one more. So once I'm done in the market here, let's be off!"

Wilfre helped Sock and Barkly carry the food from the market all the way to Sock's house. During that time, they chattered on and on. Within minutes, it was as if they'd been friends for years! And Sock was right about his family; they were willing to give a poor man shelter from a raging storm. Pretty soon, Wilfre had captivated them all with his charming personality, and Sock was sure that he'd found a new friend.

Later that night, after everyone else had all gone to bed, Wilfre and Sock were sitting by the little fireplace. Barkly was sleeping soundly by Sock's chair. Wilfre suddenly turned to his fellow Raposa.

"That's a very nice hat you've got there, my friend." He remarked

"Why, tha-" Sock tried to speak, but was cut off.

"Sock...," Wilfre inepterrupted, "Thank you."

"Well," Sock replied, happily, "I can't just leave someone out in a storm like this. You're welcome, Wilfre."

The pale Raposa smiled strangely.

"Not just for that...," he said, "but for this!"

"What do you me-" Sock tried to say, but was cut off again.

All Sock could see was chaos unfolding. Wilfre's eyes went completely blank, and his body became shrouded in darkness as he lunged towards the one who had so kindly offered him shelter. It was a truly nightmarish sight. He pulled the green hat right off of Sock's head, and all the little Raposa could do was gasp in horror. Wilfre put the hat on, and for a moment, a perfect double of Sock stood by the hearth as the fire went out, making the room mostly dark, save for a candle in the window. In shock, the young lad fainted as his doppelgänger jumped straight up the chimney and into the dark of the night. All this commotion had awoken Barkly, who barked so much that Sock's parents, Jimmee and Leesa, woke up as well. As soon as they saw their fainted son, they immediately moved him to his bed.

Sock woke up around mid-morning the next day. His parents were there, and they asked him questions such as "What happened?", "Where's Wilfre?", and "Where's your hat?". But Wilfre had done much more than simply intimidate our hero that night. For all Sock knew, Wilfre had just left earlier that morning, and his hat had simply been blown off his head by the storm.

Little did Sock know that in time, he would come to find out that this was all part of something bigger than he could even imagine.

(Author's note: That's it for chapter one! Please feel free to favorite, write a review or possibly even follow me if you liked it!)