𝐊𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐀 ━ wybie x reader.

Fifteen: The Supposed Other Cat.

[Ashland, Oregon. Tuesday,
November 21, 2015.]

After dinner, Y/n exited from the Other Pink Palace — dressed in her fancy new clothes that the Other Mother worked oh-so diligently to make. She looks up at the sky and frowns. It's always nighttime in this world. She was only disappointed in the fact that if it is always night in this Other World, would she never see a sunrise or sunset again?

Perhaps it's a sacrifice that she has to consider.

A cat meowing broke Y/n's pensive thoughts. She looks up to see a black cat on the porch roof above her. She raises her brows and studies the animal for a moment. Its black fur made its large blue eyes stand out beautifully.

"Oh, I saw a similar cat that looks just like you back at home. A stray that belongs to Wybie." She noticed. "Only except, well, you're here. But," Y/n paused. "You don't have any button eyes. Maybe it's The Other Mother's way of making animals less creepy here? That or the second prettiest animal I've seen in Oregon so far. I'm just going to assume you're the Other Cat though. For simplicities sake." She went on a brief tangent.

The cat leaps down and lands on the railing by the basement stairs. He shakes his head and speaks, "I am not the second or the Other Anything," he said, defiantly. "I'm me." The stray tips his head to one side, opal blue eyes glinting. Y/n is surprised.

"Okay..." the teenager trailed off. "Could you always talk?" Y/n questioned as she crossed her arms over her chest. "How are you even able to talk?" She added to her previous inquiry.

The cat shrugs from the tip of his tail to his whiskers. "I just can." He replies and then jumps smoothly from the railing and onto a large, fallen tree. The stray proceeds to climb up the tree's upended roots, head held high and proud.

"How'd you get here?" Y/n tried her best to be polite, knowing how felines can be proud creatures. She didn't want to demean him.

"I've been coming here for a while." He disappears behind one a thick root that sticks up, then reappears from a large knot hole beside Y/n, startling her. "It's a game we play. She..." he indicates toward the house. "... hates cats and tries to keep me out but she can't, of course," the cat pokes his head down into the knot hole, then pops it up out of another knot-hole, ten feet away. "I come and go as I please." He added.

"Everyone has their preferences," Y/n protested in a monotone voice. "Some like cats, some like dogs. You can't hate someone just because they think differently than you."

The cat — with an angry expression — climbs the tree's branches onto the roof. "You probably think this world is a dream come true but you're wrong," he spat. "The Other Wybie told me so."

"Really?" Y/n couldn't believe what she was hearing. There was simply no way that this world wasn't worth staying in. It was perfect. Everyone accommodated Y/n's needs and it feels like she has a family once again.

The cat looks at her, pitying her lack of intelligence. "Yes," the animal nods. "We talk about lots of things. The house, you, ... we cats have far superior senses than humans and can see and smell, and—" suddenly, the cat drops into a crouch and freezes, sensing something. "Do you hear that?" His ears twitch ever so slightly before — suddenly — he scrambled across the roof and disappears around the corner.

Looking on in disapproval, Y/n could only stand there and process the information that she was dealt with. Who cares if the Other Mother hates cats? That's something they can work around, surely. 'She'll just need a little convincing... but what did the cat mean by saying that this world isn't a dream come true?' Y/n thought to herself.

In the next moment, a hand settled on the teenager's shoulder which caused her to jump and let out a small yelp. She whips around to face her potential perpetrator but almost immediately relaxed when she saw the Other Wybie staring back at her. His button eyes seemed saddened.

Y/n lets out a sigh of relief and engulfs the Other Wybie in a gentle embrace (which he wholeheartedly returned). "I am so glad to see you." The h/c-haired girl mumbled when her head was resting on his shoulder.

"I missed you too," Wybie admitted. "Where were you? I was starting to get worried that you let m—" he cleared his throat to correct himself. "Us. I thought you left us." He repeated while they hesitatingly pulled away from each other.

"I wouldn't dream of it." Y/n and her companion started to leisurely make their way toward Miss Spink and Forcible's flat.