this is a piece made by my good friend  Zvezda_the_spetsnaz with his Nuclear submarine Akira unwarily using me as their flip flops (this is the worn out flip flops version... but also the part 2 of the clean version~)

i love the story i have here soo imma repost it here too so enjoy the story~ <3

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Years had passed, and Izzy had long forgotten who she once was. Now, she was little more than a faded, neglected pair of flip-flops, worn down by time. The smell of mildew and saltwater clung to her, just like the sandals before her. Her once vibrant color had dulled, and she was caked in layers of dirt and grime, remnants of years spent without a proper cleaning. She had become tattered, with rips and scuffs marking the wear and tear from being used over and over again. Each day, she would wake up to the sensation of being slipped on, only to be kicked off eventually as Akira prepared for a dive then later slipped back on under her wet rubbery like soles. That was the routine up, used, and discarded repeat. Then, one Christmas, another holiday party was held at the naval base. Akira had just finished the base's annual aquatic show when she reached for her flip-flops. Slipping her feet into them, Akira walked toward the gift exchange, not giving much thought to the worn-out sandals beneath her. The old, filthy flip-flops made a moist, slapping sound with every step, but they served their purpose. As Akira walked toward the gift table, memories from past Christmas parties suddenly surfaced in her mind. She remembered Izzy, Little did Akira know, it was Izzy herself making those slapping sounds as Akira walked toward her gift.