The Arrival
Ixxie Mizerlou was known for odd tastes in collecting. She collected odd art things, odd nicknacks and odd children. So when she came home with a large mannequin with ball-joints, a rainbow furry dress, fancy eyes and a pocketwatch wound round its neck, no one was at all surprised. In fact, her kids had actually liked it. Julie had insisted on them putting the funny doll up in her room, and Corni and Phineas had helped her put a set of her fake butterfly/fairy wings on it, which Julie had glued on with glitter paste. After all – if the dress was glued on, why shouldn't they make the wings stay too?
All was calm and normal for a day or so. Till one morning the woman was woken up to a very shrill scream from Julie. The artist dashed out of bed and into her daughter's room to see what was causing the fuss. “Pogo” and “Patton” as the mannequin and watch had been dubbed were looking very bad. Pogo's color had started to vanish, leaving the previously vibrant doll very plain looking. But the loss of color was slow, dripping down from the doll like paint that'd been washed off.
Julie was curled on her bed and sobbing, watching the large amount of rainbow goo forming a puddle on her floor. The pink haired woman had had to pick the tot up, snuggling and comforting her, as Julie was very upset at losing her favorite toy. It'd been a bit strange to see, but the toddler had insisted on sitting Pogo down to have a tea party with her the other day, and had seemed quite attached to the funny creation. Now it was melting and she was scared to lose it.
“Oh mommyyyyyyyyy!” the imp sniffled, clutching Ixxie's shirt, “Make the color come back!”
Ixxie sighed, patting her daughter's head and waiting for the drippy dropping to stop. Phineas had grabbed a mop after popping in to see what was up, and though he was trying to get the messy pile of color mopped up, it was avoiding him completely, slooshing and sloshing out of the way. The woman sighed again, shaking her head.
“Leave it, Phin. Out of everything weird it's done, dripping rainbows is the least of our problems.” the pink haired woman said, waving her hand a bit. “Just let it pool up and we'll see what happens when it's done.”
The moose boy shrugged and yawned a bit. “I'm going back to sleep.” he commented, going back to his and Corne's room. That left just Ixxie and Julie and the pile of goo. It was funny, only the mannequin was dripping – the watch stayed perfectly in tact.
After she'd calmed down from the shock of her new 'friend''s color melting, Julie was perfectly calm and excited about watching the dripping color. She cheered on the goopy rainbow as she and her mother watched the little spectacle. It took a little bit, but soon enough there was a large mass of color on the floor, having dripped there slowly.
Next, however, the watch started to lose its color, but unlike the doll it was on, the color from it seeped out in one mass and slid slowly down the body and formed into its own blob at the feet. The two blobs sat there for a few moments before starting to form up into shapes. And before long, there before the mother and daughter, were two little girls that couldn't look more different.
The first words out of Julie's mouth? “YAY SISTERS!”
