Mortal instruments truth or dare

Bitchosssss!!!!!

Simon's POV.

"Rat boy. Truth, dare, double dare, torture, kiss or promise?" Why does he have to bring that up?, he knows I find it embarrassing. Oh well I have to choose now. I think I'm in a bit of a dangerous mood so... "Hit me with your best shot warlock."
His mouth pulls up into that horrid smirk of his. The kind of smirk that reminds me of the moment in those scary movies, when the villain has found a master plan. That smirk makes my blood run cold.

"I dare you to hand a mundane your sock and when they, look at you with disgust and hand it back, you must run back towards me with it screaming Dobby is a free elf." I could just about hug Magnus after those beautiful words of his. He can not possibly know about the numerous times I have dreamt of doing this and now here is the perfect excuse. Grabbing onto Magnus's hand he clicks his fingers, and with a splash of blue and me throwing up from the teleporting. We arrived at Central Park.

Pulling my left shoe off my foot and peeling my sock off and then placing the shoe back on, I am now armed with my sock and ready to go. Walking up to a friendly young lady strolling along the foot path pushing a pram, I tap her on the shoulder. "hello?" She whips her head around to me, the ends of her pony tail scraping my eyeballs causing me to blink and groan in pain. It is the same feeling as being poked in the eye.
"Oh sorry, I'm so sorry you startled me." Her pitch of voice rises sounding almost soprano like and giving the sense of false sincerity. I decide this is the perfect time to hold my hand up with the sock in it and hand it over. "Here hold onto this please." I manage to gasp out and once she takes it, I take that moment to close my eyes and give them a rub. When I finished her toddler decided that, that was the perfect time to start wailing and carrying on. The lady immediately became frantic and took off at brisk walk throwing an apology over her shoulder. I smirk to myself realising that in her hurry, she took off with my sock.

Pulling my right shoe off and peeling my sock off then placing my show back on my foot. I armed myself ready for a second attempt at this dare. Speed walking up to a burly man sitting on a park bench feeding birds with what looks like rock candy. I secretly think 'I hope the myth about birds exploding after eating candy isn't true.' Tapping him on the shoulder. He turns around and throws a handful of candy in my face. What is up with my fellow New Yorkers today? They are so jumpy. "Sorry sir, I didn't mean to frighten you. But I was wondering if you could please examine this sock and tell me what this stain is?" He looks at me slightly confused his pierced eyebrows pinching together and his lips thinning into a straight line, but he nods and takes the sock gingerly. Pinched between two of his fingers, from my hand anyway.
"I believe that stain is probably from you stepping in cat or dog poo, mister." He doubles check by taking a sniff of my sock but he quickly pulls it away from his face gagging, claiming that he thinks a rat has lived and died in my lucky sock. Handing it back to me I smile and turn running in the direction, of where I left Magnus, and for the entirety of my run I scream "Dobby is a free elf!" At the top of lungs, while giggling like a little 12 year old girl. I really enjoyed this dare, more than I should have.