Mortal instruments truth or dare

Mutant WHAT!!?

Will's POV

Clary looks me dead in the eye and says. "Truth, dare, double dare, torture, kiss or promise?" I wonder if I said double dare will she pair me with someone she ships me with? "Double dare!" Whoops that was a bit loud. Oh well. "Your double dare is with Jace, follow me." Clary stands and turns around leaving the large spacious library of the institute. She seriously ships me with Jace come on I mean I'm clearly the better Herondale, because I'm the original.

Clary leads everybody out to the back yard where giant duck shaped ghosts wander around bumping into trees and fences. Izzy grabs the blanket on one ghost and Clary grabs the other. "Izzy and I have formulated the most greatest, bestest, evilest and humiliatingest double dare of all time. If you will Izzy." On her queue Izzy pulls away the blanket at the same time Clary does to reveal the two most horrifying things ever to exist. Ducks! Giant ducks! With saddles! Gulping I knew what had to be done. I have follow in the foot steps of Jocelyn Fairchild and quit being a shadowhunter and return to the dead where I'll never see a duck again. Amen. I glance at Jace to catch his reaction but the thing is he's gone. No joke Jace is gone. Everyone starts frantically searching him before the Lightworm boy Malec or Jalec? Well whatever, spots him trying to jump the fence. I run in the opposite direction of Jace and try to jump the fence on the other side of the yard. Plan A is still in effect. Get the hell out of here.  That's when I get tackled to the ground by my wife Tessa. Curse the wretched woman. Pulling me by my ear I'm dragged back to stand before Satan's pets. Actually calling these mutants Satan's pets is an insult towards Satan's pets. Does Satan even have pets?  My off spring and I are forced to stand before the mutant  beasts. Being lifted up by thin air, f&*% you Magnus. Jace and I are forced to sit upon the wretched beasts. Holding on for poor dear life as Izzyand Clary let go of the ropes and the ducks are off. They buck and thrash around making staying seated impossible, luckily I have many years of horse riding up my sleeve. Jace seems to be a little rusty though because he only lasts a minute, before he gets thrown to the ground. Getting used to the feeling of the giant duck I dig in my heels and pull on the reins forcing it to stop.

After falling off a few times I get the hang of riding the mutant duck and decide to keep it stored in the institutes old unused stables. I have named it Quackers and found out it's favourite food is bacon. Who knew ducks were so cool? Man if only I hadn't been such a pussy all these years.