#wybie.

[slasharch]

there's a pit in his stomach and throat, fear causing nausea to push bile up his gut and into his esophagus. wybie doesn't want to be scared. he doesn't want to run and hide and pretend that the people he cares about aren't in danger. legs shake a bit as he faces off with the other mother, hands twisting and turning as he fidgets, trying to calm himself in the maw of a monster. 'i - i'm not af - fraid of you!' he lies, trying desparately to be brave. 'i'm not afraid of you, a - and i'm... i'm going to make sure you don't hurt anyone else! especially not coraline!' @prefrcntal.

[coralinej]

closed starter @w-lovat​ location: the pink palace

Coraline didn’t normally invite anyone over to her home. In fact, she was very dead set against it because of the dangers that came with it. But Wybie had been over enough and even though she still tended to go over to him instead of have him here, she was willing to make an exception this time since she had been the shittiest friend. Besides, they probably weren’t going to be there long. It was raining and nothing bonded them more than getting their raincoats on and seeing what was digging around the dirt. Coraline just liked the rain, really. It was refreshing and she loved mud even though she knew that was a niche thing to love. Wybie liked the bugs and it was a match made in heaven.

When she heard the knock on the door she finished zipping up her yellow raincoat and opened the door for him. “Sup slug,” she said nonchalantly, making room for him to come in. “I still have to get my boots on and smoke a little for the effect. Feel free to make yourself at home. But don’t open any doors.”

[slasharch2]

             ‘ i’m not nervous! ’  words are accompanied by a crack in his voice.  ‘ ...okay, i’m nervous. please don’t make me do this. it just seems like a - a really bad idea, ’     open.

[wybieland]

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