Wybie Lovat x Reader x Other Wybie

Chapter 2: The Other World

"I almost fell down a well yesterday, mom." Coraline said as she placed the last package of seeds on the windowsill in front of the sink.

"That's nice dear." Her mom responded as she continued typing on her computer.

"I could've died." She added with slight annoyance laced in her tone.

"Uh-huh..." Her mom responded just as monotonously as before. Coraline's face went to that of an annoyed and irritated one. She sighed and turned around, before smiling as she walked over to the table where her mom sat.

"So, can I go out? I think it's perfect weather for gardening." She asked. Her mom softly sighed, still typing on the computer.

"No, Coraline. Rain makes mud. Mud makes a mess." Her mom answered. Coraline sighed in annoyance.

"But mom, I want stuff growing when my friends come to visit. Isn't that why we moved here?" She asked.

"Something like that." Her mom said with a shrug.

"But then we had the accident." She said, glancing at Coraline.

"It wasn't my fault you hit that truck!" Coraline defended.

"I never said it was." Her mom responded.

"I can't believe it. You and dad get paid to write about plants, and you hate dirt." Coraline sighed.

"Coraline, I don't have time for you right now. And you still have unpacking to do. Lots of unpacking!" Her mom said, pointing away from her with an annoyed scowl.

"That sounds exciting." Coraline hissed in an annoyed tone as she rolled her eyes, crossing her arms.

"Oh. Some kid left this on the front porch." Her mom said, handing her a package. Curious, Coraline opened it to find a doll of herself inside with a note beside it.

"Hey, Jonesy. Look what I found in Gramma's trunk. Look familiar? - Wybie. Huh. A little me? That's weird." She said.

"What's his name, anyway?" Her mom asked.

"Wybie. And I'm way too old for dolls." Coraline scoffed. She sighed, walking to her dad's office where he was typing away on his computer, slouched with his glasses hanging low on the bridge of his nose.

"Hey, Dad. How's the writing going?" Coraline wondered.

Silence.

"Dad!" She exclaimed in an attempt to get his attention.

"Hello, Coraline and Coraline doll." Her dad said as he glanced over at her, raising his glasses up to get a better look at the doll before going back to typing.

"Do you know where the garden tools are?" She asked.

"It's... It's pouring out there, isn't it?" He asked, not taking his eyes off the screen.

"It's just raining." She explained innocently.

"What'd the boss say?"

"Don't even think about going out, Coraline Jones!" She said in a more angry and gruff tone as she pointed at her doll in an adult manner.

"Then you won't need the tools."

She groaned, rolling her eyes. Glancing around, she grabbed the doorknob before she started swinging back and forth with he door, causing a squeaking noise to be heard from the hinges. This went on before he finally groaned in annoyance and frustration.

"You know, this house is 150 years old." He said, looking at her.

"So?"

"So explore it. Go out and count all the doors and windows and write that down... List everything that's blue. Just let me work." He pleaded as he went back to typing on his computer.