She's Not From Here {Various Twisted Wonderland x MILF! Reader}

This is the Third Weirdest Thing To Happen To Me

Warning

Mentioning of abuse, if this upsets anyone, then instantly leave this book.

Enjoy!

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Ya know, you've been through a list of things.

Things such as waking up in a field full of cows in the dead of night, going toe-to-toe with a flock of wild turkey, and having two chaotic daughters that seemed to make the impossible occur with ease were only a taste of your daily life.

Oh! There was also that one time you unintentionally almost became president through a tik tok!

But never, in all of the ridiculous situations you found yourself in, did you ever recall waking up in a coffin.

You didn't panic yet, because it wasn't the first time you woke up in such a tight space, but it was stuffy enough to irritate you. Pushing against the door, you grumbled curses when it didn't even budge.

Wait, where were-

"Cassandra? Bowie?" You yelled out, knocking against the door. Worry coursed through your veins when you were met with silence. Where were they?!

"Momma! Is that you?" The muffled voice of Bowie shouted as you heard tapping on the door. Your lips released a breath of relief, "Are you okay? Is Cassandra there with you?" You questioned, leaning against the wall behind you and crossing your arms.

"She's sleeping, but she's okay!"

"Eh? What's a kid doing here?" A new voice growled. Your fingers twitched, who was this?

"Please, Mr. Raccoon Cat, can you open this door?!" You heard Bowie raise her voice as rapid footsteps followed.

'Raccoon cat? The hell-'

"I'm no raccoon or a cat! I'm the Great Grim, and I need your uniform!"

"Huh? You mean these robes? I'll give them to you, but after you open this door!" Bowie responded, "Promise?"

"Mmmmm... GYA! FINE!" The new voice grumbled.

Instantly, blue flames were outlined on the coffin door, much to your dislike. You wordlessly pounded against the door, your throat starting to burn as the smoke reached you.

Only a few seconds later, the door flew open and you stepped out. You put your hands on your knees and inhaled the cleaner air with relief, ignoring the stranger's shriek of surprise.

"How- why are you awake?!"

You looked down- yeesh, was it a cat or a raccoon? Shrugging, you kneeled down to properly face Bowie, Cassandra had just woken up.

"Status update?"

Cassandra stood up, "No bleeding or broken bones." She yawned. "Same here!" Bowie chirped.

"We're in an unknown area with a bunch of coffins, wearing strange robe-" You were interrupted by the raccoon cat.

"Hey! That kid still needs to give me her uniform!"