Imagines and Preferences For
Bands:
Twenty One Pilots
Books:
Harry Potter
Heroes of Olympus
Percy Jackson
Musicals:
Newsies
Movies:
Into the Spider-Verse
Marvel
Sherlock Holmes
TV Shows:
Anne With An E
Criminal Minds
Doctor Who
iZombie
Merlin
Sherl...
So I was gonna wait for April Fools, but it's kinda close to my birthday, so here's my gift to you. You can thank SquishyMishy02 and my bad typing.
Summary: A clownfish asks you if you've seen his son.
QOTP: Have you seen my son?
Word Count: 424
"Have you seen my son?" you hear behind you. You turn around and see a concerned clownfish frantically questioning other fish. He swims up to you, an ocean sunfish.
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"Have you seen my son?" he asks.
You give him a look. "Don't call me son."
"I'm not," he says, sighing. "Have you seen my son?"
"I'm not your son."
"I know that. Have you seen my son?"
"CALL ME SON ONE MORE TIME!"
He shakes his fishy head, then shouts back at you. "HAVE YOU SEEN MY SON?"
"Take it slow, dude," you reply.
He closes his fishy eyes and breathes in deeply. "Who are you?"
"I'M MARY FREAKIN' POPPINS!"
"What are you?! Ma'am? Sir?"
"There's no need to call me 'sir', Professor."
The fish says something else, but you get distracted by a blue, plastic hairbrush floating through the water. The fish sighs. "Hey? Hey? Are you deaf?"
"That's offensive," you reply.
The fish fires back, "You're offensive."
"Oh, my coral," the fish says. "You're an idiot."
"Actual," you say, "I'm a genius; I have an IQ of 187."
"That's pretty hard to believe," the fish answers. He starts over. "Have you seen my son? He looks like me but smaller. He was taken."
"No, but everything is connected; something will come up."
"It's been forever since he was taken... he's probably gone."
"Time is wibbly wobbly."
"What does that even mean?" he asks.
You shrug as best as you can as a fish. "Cheer up, man."
You punch him in the fin.
"How does punching me in the fin cheer me up?" the fish asks.
You shrug again. "It works with all the other ocean sunfish."
"Well, they're dumb, aren't they?"
"I'm an ocean sunfish!"
"There you go."
Your fishy face contorts into a face of anger. "That was mean!"
"You're lowering the IQ of the whole ocean!" he shouts back.
You sigh, "You know, the other day, I found a liquor store."
"What?"
"And I drank it."
"Okay, look, have you seen my son or not?" the fish asks, much like a cannibal (or, fishibal), getting fed up with other fish.
You tap him on his fishy nose. "Pop you in the schnoz."
