Coraline X Reader

Mouse Circus

The twins wake up. They look around expecting bright colors. But it's just their normal room: moving boxes; cracks in the ceiling, nothing's changed. They notice the button-eyed dolls on the chair where they left them, where the Other Mother was sitting. (Y/n) picks it up, and absentmindedly goes to scratch her wrist. She stops, noticing that the rash on her wrist IS GONE. "It's gone, my poison oak, it's gone!" She turned to Coraline. Coralline looks for her own, but sees hers is gone too. The twins grin at each other, then go to the door and open it, but it was back to bricks. "Huh?" Coraline said. She shakes her head and pushes the door shut. The kettle blows from the kitchen. Mel and Charlie finish their

"Go Lean Breakfast Twigs" and mugs of instant coffee. Preoccupied with work, they half-listen as Coraline recounts her and her sister's dream, her breakfast untouched. Fog lies outside the windows. "It was incredibly real, Mom! Only you  weren't really you; you were our other mother." Coraline said. "Buttons for eyes, huh?" Mel asked, and Coraline nods. "Coraline, you only dreamed you ate all that chicken. Take your multi-vitamin, at least." Mel walks away, and (Y/n) rolls her eyes. She knew their parents wouldn't believe this, which is why she didn't bother to tell them about it, just decided to listen to her twin do that instead.

"You were in the dream too, Dad. You had wild-looking pajamas and orange monkey slippers." Coralline continued. "Orange? My monkey slippers are blue." He shows them the shoe color. "We know, dad." (Y/n) deadpanned. Charlie stands, put his dishes in the sink, and whispers over his shoulder. "Pssst. Can you get me some of that magic mud you were talking about?" Coraline points to her rash-free wrists. He nods. "Because I have a terrible case of  writer's rash.

On my—" Mel clears her throat, interrupting. "If the real Charlie Jones wants his pages  edited, he'd better wrap them up ASAP." He crisply salutes her, turns on his heel, and marches out the door. Mel gets up to clear the table with Coraline and (Y/n). "Coraline, why don't you go visit downstairs? I bet those "actresses" would love to hear your dream." Mel said. "Miss Spink and Forcible? But you said  they're dingbats." (Y/n) sad. Mel nods. "Uh huh." Coraline sighs, and she and (Y/n) get up to go.

It's drizzling and a white fog has lowered over the house and grounds. Coraline and (Y/n) are in yellow rain ponchos, garden shears in hand, and (Y/n) opens the front door. Stepping out onto the porch, they trip on a big bundle of mail. Annoyed, Coraline picks it up, starts leafing through the envelopes. "Bo-bin-sky...Bo-bin-sky....Bo-bin-sky... " she read. "Who?" (Y/n) furrows her eyebrows. They smell something bad, and Coraline sniffs the envelopes. "Ohh, Poo-eeeee!"

They go down the front steps and finds a sign that reads "Bobinsky there" with an arrow that points up long, winding outside stairs. With an "oh well" shrug, they go up. At the top, (Y/n) knocks on the door, a little anxious. "H-hello?..." She knocks again. "I think our mail got mixed up. Should we leave it outside or..." The door swings open. Curious, Coraline and (Y/n) peek inside: it's dark and cramped with something boiling on the stove and a caged chicken. "Hmmm..." Suddenly a huge blue man swings down behind them and scolds:

"SEE-KRET..." they whip around to find Mr. Bobinsky, upside down, reaching right at their face. They duck as he reaches past them to his actual target which his is door knob, and pulls it shut. The giant, dressed in a sleeveless T-shirt and shorts, pulls a raw beet from his pants. He's not happy. "Famous Jumping Mouse Circus not ready, little girls!" Coraline and (Y/n) share a puzzled glance. "Circus?..." "Oh, uh, we brought this for you." (Y/n) holds him the mail. Bobinsky takes it, smelling the stinky envelopes deeply. He nods approvingly. "Mmmm...

Noviseer." He said. "Huh?" Coraline and (Y/n) ask. "New "cheese" samples." He swings down like a spider monkey and stands beside them on the balcony. They back away. "Very clever, using this "mix up" to sneak  my home and peek at meeshkas." He said. "Meeshkas?" (Y/n) asked. "The Mice!" He said. "Oh, sorry. We're Coraline and (Y/n) Jones." Coraline said. "And I am the Amazing Bobinsky! But you can call me Mr. B, because amazing I already know that I am.  He smells his mail again, makes a pleased sound, then falls off the side of the third story porch. Coraline and (Y/n) rush over, and look down. He cartwheels in from the porch railing behind them.