Ib One-Shots

Playing With Clay

POV: Ib

Branched off of the ending: Together forever.

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"Sis! Lookie!" Mary shouted. I looked over at what was either a cat or a dog. "What is it?" I asked. "It looks like it could be a cat or a dog, I don't know which one."

Mary looked at it, looked at me, then looked at it again. "It's a dat, a dog and a cat mixed together!" she said. "Why is it purple?" I asked. "That isn't very logical."

"It's not supposed to be logical!" Mary told me.

I looked down at what I made. It looked like a cross between a fish, a flower and a table. I thought I would call it a flabalishe. "Look at what I made, Mary," I called to my sister. "It's a flabalishe!"

"A what!?" Mary asked, looking at me like I was insane.

"A flabalishe! Flae-ba-lish. A cross between a fish, a flower and a table. Duh," I said, knowing on the inside that I had failed, but I didn't wanna admit it.

Mary looked at the flabalishe, looked at me, looked at her dat and looked in the mirror at herself. She kept repeating until I said something.

"Okay," I said, "you don't need to say it, I know it's horrible and-" 

"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT IT'S THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THING I'VE EVER SEEN IB!!!!!!" Mary interrupted. I stared at her, shocked that she liked my flabalishe. "Y-you actually like it?" I asked quietly.

"Well duh! Your flabalishe puts my dat to shame!" Mary exclaimed. "I love it! Maybe we can get Mommy to bake it, so we can paint it and keep it forever!"

"But where would we put it?" I asked, ecstatic that Mary liked it so much she wanted to paint and keep it. "On our bedside table, in front of the lamp and between the pictures of Mommy and Daddy, front and center!"

"Ok!" I said. "Let's go find Mommy!" And me and Mary jumped on our horses and rode off into the sunset!

...Or we just walked out of the room. Whatever floats your boat.