Pills and Needles: A Fran Bow and Coraline Crosover

Introduction: Home

Clink, clink, clink, tok! Clink, clink, clink, tok!
Vmm, vm! Vmm, vm! Vmm, vm!
These were the same noises that droned on in the day and harmonized into a lullaby for little Fran Bow in the evening. She was lying in bed, Mr. Midnight curled up in her lap, purring a soothing melody. They were not at home, oh no. Who would be home? No, home was with Itward and his magnificent flying machine. The skeleton was ever so kind to her. He was clever and caring, having constructed such a contraption.
He had cleared out a room, the same room he had trapped Fran in to prepare a surprise for her birthday. He had gotten a bed there and various books as well. After all, Itward had been the very being that used to tell stories to Fran when she was much younger. A few playthings here and there and photos on the walls completed the room, allowing Fran to do what she liked with the rest.
Fran decorated her room with various trinkets from their travels, like flowers and souvenirs from Ithersta. A green and rather peaceful place it was. It was ruled by a king and there were many shops and businesses. The place was crawling with large bugs that spoke and roots of sorts as well. She drew her friends, like Palontras, the doctor in Ithersta. During her stay, she had turned into a tree. Palontras had given her limbs so she could find her way back home. She was assisted by the Great Wizard in that case.
The story that had been read today was about a bear that had misplaced his hat. The bear had went to all the animals searching for his hat, asking if they'd seen it. In the end, it had been a naughty and rather dishonest rabbit that had taken his hat. He served his punishment well in his tummy. The bear reminded her of herself, looking for her poor kitty. She had worried about him, asked for him. In the end, it had been the wicked Buhalmet sisters who had imprisoned her feline friend. Having been reminded of them sent shivers down her spine.
As Itward was returning the book to its place on the shelf, Fran was stroking Mr. Midnight, eyes growing heavy. "Itward?"
Itward placed the book back, then went to Fran, sitting at her bedside. "What is it, dear?"
"I didn't mean to."
Itward knew to what she was referring to. He laid a boney hand on her head. "You didn't know, Fran. What's done has been done..." The twins had simply been trying to separate from each other, for they had detested each other. They had blamed Itward for their fate and wanted to summon him to rid of him. But Fran had been clever enough to use a different recipe. But the spell that she had used had ended their lives once more, their souls leaving their body in ashes. Itward knew it troubled her. It troubled him as well, but it hurt to see Fran disturbed. "It's all right." The skeleton gave Fran a hug, wishing her good night. She hugged him back, then laid down once more, Mr. Midnight in her arms, his purr joining the lullaby of the Flying Machine.
Clink, clink, clink, tok! Clink, clink, clink, tok!
Vmm, vm! Vmm, vm! Vmm, vm!
Purr, purr...