Play Thing [Coraline+Insane!Reader]

17 Purple Hyacinth 17

You felt empty, like the shell of a person. Just as before, while Wyborn held you, you couldn't help but feel distant. You were now realizing how emotionless the dream people were.
It was strange to see these people act the way you do and the semblance of similarity began to set in.

You felt like you and him were the same, not him as a person, no, he wasn't a person. Him as an object; that term seemed to fit the two of you much better.
This revelation made you feel like a tool, yourself.

Maybe you were like him,
He wasn't even real.

"Y/N you good?"

You shivered noticing he didn't let you go. You swallowed your spit, nodding your head hard enough to hit your chin on his shoulder. He let go letting his hands slip into yours. It was at this moment you could feel rocks pile in your stomach. Something was off and it weighed your core down to your feet.

"I didn't think you were going to turn up this early. How long are you planning to stay?"

He continued, trailing his fingers around your own gloved ones, drawing out the contours of the shape of your hand and playing with the rips and tears. You didn't stop him but you could feel the urge to retract your hand increase.

It bothered you but not that much, maybe you should find dream Coraline or your mom. You could also be overthinking things. You shouldn't let your paranoia get to you, especially since it's putting your happiness on the line.
Even if you don't feel happy right now?

"I wanted to meet up with you earlier but something's came up and your mom kinda didn't want me around just yet. I'm guessing I needed to be perfected before I could just waltz back into this reality."

"My mom?"

"Yeah, the one here."

Is he just rambling on, is this how the real Wybie talks? It sounds a lot less off-putting when coming from him. You noticed this as you talked to the real Wybie but when he talked you felt like you could get lost in a pointless conversation with him. Here everything he's saying is getting overshadowed by a weird feeling of dismay. Why the hell does he sound so obsessed?

"Me and her, We really do like you a lot. Me especially... I don't know, maybe you should just find happiness here with us."

"Are you asking me to stay Wyborn?"

"Yeah! I think you would love it here. I mean you already do, don't you? I know I'd like you here"

His fingers intertwined with yours as he held them in front of the two of you, almost as if to show you how 'perfect' this could be. Weirdly you would have jumped at the opportunity to keep living here but the way Wyborn was insisting you stay with him weirded you out. The cat's words kept ringing. These dreams didn't even start until the middle of your school year.

God, winter break is going to end soon.

You have to make up your mind soon or it's going to be homeschool since your last incident.

The grip on your hand tightened as you looked at Wyborn's cold face. He had a slick smile as you saw movement underneath his jacket. Repetitive movement, with repetitive sounds, and a pungent smell. It smelt like mold,

Why does he smell like mold?

"So...you'll stay with us, with me-"

"We should really try to find the other Coraline."

You pulled away almost pulling off your rubber gloves in the process. You adjusted them, disgusted with the fact you had even the smallest bit of 'skin' to skin contact. He had a strange blank expression on his face with a smile that looked to be pinned to his cheeks.