The Secrets of Pandora Hall - Wybie x Reader (Highschool Au!)

Hostile

hostile
/ˈhɒstʌɪl/
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adjective
showing or feeling opposition or dislike; unfriendly.
"a hostile audience"

Coraline rolled over, her joints ached and she shoved her dark hair out of her eyes and blinked rapidly trying to adjust her eyesight. She hadn't been bothered to dye her hair in a while, Wybie always offered to help her (he knew a lot about hair tips) but she felt like she wanted to look different since the other mother. She had wanted to maybe change the colour but her mother wouldn't let her buy anymore until she used her old stuff up.

She stared at her ceiling again. The cold morning air yelling at her to stay in bed. But she had to get to school today. Already rolling again and tugging her sheets down with her she already felt herself regretting to show the new kid around. Yeah she and Wybie had talked about finding a new friend but right now she didn't have the energy to do or care. But she was up and out of bed. She was dressed and her bag was packed. And she was alive. So in her opinion she was doing great.

Walking down the stairs and avoiding that one creaky one she feared would give way one day it would give way and she would fall down into a dark nothingness and maybe even the other mother would be there. She pushed open the door and sighed, inhaling the morning air into her lungs and felt them grow cold. She knew she had to walk to school today. She didn't really mind walking anymore now. It helped her think, And she did a lot, walking to school whenever her parents had to leave too early.

That's how she became friends with Wybie, Walking with him to school she found out he was actually kinda interesting. He could speak fluent Spanish and his mother was latino. He was amazing at entomology and knew almost everything about bugs and also  had a million good photos of them, he was amazing at photography as well and he liked to call her caprichosa whatever that meant.

He offered to use her as a model for some of his photos but she didn't like being in the spotlight.
Walking down the gravel road and all the way down to the end of it. Wybie wasn't there yet so she leaned against the mailbox and pulled out her phone.
Should she listen to music? It did pass the time, but what did she want to listen to?
She clicked shuffle on her music, and skipped every song until she came up with Verbatim. Pausing it she looked up Burning Pile. And that is what she listened to.
Even with both her earbuds in she could still know when Wybie was approaching. He'd still have that cat on his shoulders, and even though they couldn't hear it speak anymore. It still seemed to show an understanding. Every morning it would walk with Wybie to the road of the pink palace then climb the sign outside the gate. It always seemed to disappear after that.

"Hey Jonesy!" She heard him call. And even though she had gotten this far. She still felt like staying there. Leaning against the sign and closing her eyes. And waiting until she aged past the numbers in the human language. Until her memory was dust and her body ash. And no one would remember the other mother. Without her memory, Would she live on?
Coraline believed so. No matter how many nights she snuck down the stairs and pressed her ear against the door, She could hear nothing, and peeking through the cracks she saw nothing but brick.
Yet she didn't believe she had killed the other mother. And no matter how many times Wybie avoided the subject. She knew he felt the same.

Opening her eyes she took in the scenery once more. One last time before walking up to Wybie. Readying herself for her day today and meeting the new person. She hoped they were nice.
She hoped Wybie liked them.

The gravel crunched under her boots as they walked down the road in silence. This happened a lot each morning. Neither of them knew or had anything interesting to say. Unless Wybie saw a cool bug that is.
As the trees towered over them and the shadows of their branches stretched across the floor, A chill fell down her spine. They stretched and twisted across the floor and held a resemblance to the other mothers claws.
Coraline sighed, Yep, Today was gonna be one of those days.

They kept walking. And Coraline decided she had had enough of the silence.
"Oh by the way I signed us up to show the new kid around"
He stopped picking out leaves from his hair and raised his eyebrows at her, Shoving his hat back on his head he looked like he did when she first told him about the other mother and asked him to go with her.
"Why?"
She had futilely hoped he wouldn't ask that question. Mostly because she didn't have an answer. Maybe it was because a part of her hoped that she could make a new friend. That this person wouldn't become another bully, or disappear like all those other kids. No one really remembered them, and the ones who did saw them as legends or myths.
Not missing, living, breathing people. But stories you could tell around the campfire.
She clenched her fist. She had accidently pissed herself off.

"It's just the two of us, We need new friends or people are gonna think we're dating or something"
He gagged at that "Ew, No thanks"
Then the silence came back
"What's their name?" He asked, Tilting his head at her quizzically.
She paused for a moment "(Y/N)" She breathed "It's (Y/N)"