Play Thing [Coraline+Insane!Reader]

8 Colorful Dream 8

You woke up, and for once you didn't have a dream. You moved your clothes around to check your skin for marks but found nothing.

Your room seems a little different as things were brightened. Looking around makes you feel loopy. You spoke out loud about what you were thinking, mostly because you were in the safety of your room.

"Did they end up sneaking pills into my food, Is-Is this what they feel like?"

You ran over to your window opening it for you to breathe. You needed fresh air, a break from the brightness of the room. It was painful, and you felt like you were going to throw up. The cold air from outside calmed you down, entering in and out your lungs.

When you came to your senses you started to get ready to jump out your room window. That was until you heard two adult-like voices come from downstairs.

It sounded like your parents giggling from downstairs. It was clear as day.
You turned your head around and looked at your door.
It was open, and not only was it open, it had one lock, ON THE INSIDE.

You closed the window suspicious of the door. All locks were on the outside and opened by way of a key. This was because your parents need to keep you in, but the door was set up like you were keeping your parents out.

And there was only one lock, No padlock, no chain, no doorstop, no key, no bike lock. It was just a simple mechanism, where you turn a dial on the doorknob.

"Huh, Okayyy"

You fidgeted with the lock before hesitantly pushing the door completely open. The laughing got louder since it had a better pathway of sound.

It was strange, hearing your parents laughing together and they sure as hell didn't like leaving your door open.

You began walking downstairs seeing the back of your parents head huddle in front of the T.V. You mother waved a hand, not turning around but pointing to the kitchen.

"Good Morning Y/N, there is food on the stove, you can serve yourself."

"You cooked?"

You walked over and turned your head to the kitchen seeing a big pot of something on the stove. You sniffed the air before, grabbing a step ladder to check what was inside. You were searching for that smell, the smell of artificial lemons and fruits but you couldn't.

"It's masked pretty well"

You whispered, your mom heard you from the other room, and you heard a rustle signaling to you she got up.

"Don't worry Y/N we got rid of those things since you hate them so much."

You felt a hand lay on your shoulder. In the pot, you saw the reflection of your mother. Turning around slightly, you stared almost knocking over the pot completely.

Her eyes were sewn in with 2 black buttons.

He felt something, it wasn't fear, or shot but it was foreign to you.

"Mom?"

You inquired. Not really asking if she was your mother, more asking why she looked like that.

"What's with the-"
You stopped mid-sentence realizing what was happening.
"Oh... I'm sleeping again"

That foreign feeling went away fairly quickly. Your mother only gave a chuckle and made her way around the kitchen.

"As for that arm of yours, I have just the thing."

"My arm?"

"Oh yes, in a past dream you got scratched yes."

"Uh-huh..."

Your voice was laced with hesitance but weird enough, she grabbed a rag with water and sponges it over your scratched hand. Her nimble fingers applied pressure and wiped away the worry or your scrapes.

It was almost an endearing moment, but a sort of doubt rushed over your head.
This is just a dream, your mother would never act this caring in the real world.

She tied what was left of the rag around your arm.

"You probably want to go outside, we fixed up the shed so your stuff wouldn't have to be disorganized."

She ruffled your hair and walked back to the living room.

"Huh"

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You went to the shed looking for your machete, again there were no locks, but even in the real world, the place was so old any locks would suck.
You were going to find something to eat, since even after that lady bandaged you, you didn't trust her.

Lick ants on a log, swallow another rat, or maybe chew up some daisies and mint leaves.

While thinking, you randomly thought of the cat that appeared in the real world. Your hunting buddy. Maybe you could eat him.
Almost like your mind was read, you felt something ride up your leg as you walked.

The cat ran figure 8's between your legs making you stumble around.

"Ahh, I was just thinking of you."

You stood still as to not fall over. Your mouth drooled as looked at the blue beady eyes on the cat's flat face. You wiped it with your sleeve before opening the new shed.
The machete stood there and the cat stared at you.

"I'm hungry so..."

You clenched your hands in a grabbing motion before chasing the cat down. The cat hissed and jumped away to the roof of the shed.

"Don't touch me !"
It began licking at its leg, and you shielded your face.
So it was a he.
"Not that you could catch me anyhow."

You scoffed, keeping your hand over the cat so you could get into the shed without looking at it. When the cat was no longer in view you put your hand down to grab your machete.

"Well People gotta eat, and I AM a person."

"Why are you here?"

You turned your head in question. The cat asked why you were here and you didn't even know yourself. You held your blade up to the roof trailing along the ceiling. If it wasn't fixed you might have been able to stab the cat on the other side.

"It's a dream, I'm sleeping now."

You pushed the blade into the ceiling making a small divot. You sensed the cat was standing over that point and pushed harder.

"Oh but it's not."

The cat's voice felt like it was inside the shed now. You looked around, seeing the cat roll around on the floor.

"How did you- nevermind."

The cat laughed as you walked off seeing as he gave you a bit of confusion. He walked with you as you were treated into the forest.

"This place isn't as great as it might seem."

"So far it better than the real world."

"That's just what she wants you to think. She is taking a lot of time on you, mostly because your such a difficult child."

"Hm"

"She worked so hard, that woman. Making extra places, extra people. Real crafty."

You pointed the tool at the cat and it ran off.

"You talk so much, let me enjoy myself."