Cruel Life [Ib Fanfic]

My Storybook

Father and I returned to the library. The room was red, I dunno why :3. He just sat there, writing some stuff on a "book".  It's his 13th book now. Because of boredom, I thought of making my own book. I brought a set of crayons with me.

"La la la la la~" I hummed. "What are you doing?" Father suddenly asked. "I'm making a storybook!" I cheerfully said as I picked up another color. I heard him giggle softly. "Take your time. I'll check it later." He continued to write. I grabbed another vibrant crayon and drew the hair.

As I was coloring other things, I started to smell the crayon. I wonder, what do crayons taste? "Father, what does food taste?" I asked him. "There are a lot of foods with different tastes. Some are bitter, some are sour, some are sweet, some are salty. If the food is cooked well and is great, the food is delicious." His eyes twinkle as he discussed about it. This guy must be hungry.

Well, he said food can taste great. I wonder if crayons are food and taste great. I picked up a blue crayon and tried to chew it. "Blah!" I spit the chewed piece and coughed. "Are you okay? What did you do?" Father came to me. "Are crayons food? Because they don't taste good." I sat up. "Crayons aren't food! You'll find out once I finished making this book." He laughed. Then he came back on his chair. I continued on my work.

~30 minutes later~

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Something's missing... Aha! A tittle. "Are you done? Because I'm going to make another one." He peeked on my book. "Iiiiiiiii'm Doooooone! :3"  I showed him my book. "Careless Carrie" He read. I smiled at my creation. "What's the story?" He asked me. "Well, the story started with a birthday." I started. I explained more about the story. "The end. :3", "Wow, it's a good... story. Want to read mine?" He suggested. "Sure!" I claped my hands. He was about to read his book when we heard a glass broke. "Sorry Mary, but I need to fix something. Go ahead to your room with these books." He said. I walked to my room with a pout.