I is for impostors – that look just like you
But live in a world too good to be true.
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The other mother moved her hand and grimaced. The joints weren't perfectly correlated, but it would have to do for now. She had already brought the other Wybie back, and he was suffering right now, in the punishment room. Ouch. Nothing like a wrecking ball to knock 'em sprawling.
Then she perked up a little, when multiple confused questions were heard in her workshop. The other Bobinsky twirled his baton, evidently perplexed as to how he was reincarnated, and it bonked him on the head comically (while the real Bobinsky would twirl it in hopes of teaching his mice). The other sisters were doing something similar to a girly hand fight, in which they both turned their heads away from each other and swatted their hands together, looking thoroughly ridiculous (the real sisters would be circled around the tea table, talking about Ophelia and the likes).
And in the far corner, the cat sat on top of a round, blue ball. "You won't win," he said dryly. "Coraline and Wybie will make sure of it."
"Oh, poo with Coraline and Wybie," said the other mother. "Coraline is coming with me, oh yes she is. Now excuse me, Vermin, I have to make the last doll."
After she was gone, the other Wybie walked in, bruised and bleeding the black tar. The black tar.
The cat fell onto the floor and sauntered up to the other Wybie. She'll hurt them again, Wybourne.
He felt the cat under his hand, scooped it up, held it close to himself. I don't understand, Cat.
Neither do I, Wybie, thought the cat. Neither do I…
Note: Thanks to Nicktendo Squad, buttonsxforxeyes, and atola91 for reviewing.
Second note: Sorry about not updating for so long. Writer's Block is a pet peeve of mine, but it happens a lot. Again, sorry.
Third note: Someone, PLEASE call the child abuse hotline on the other mother. The other Wybie is suffering.
