For the last time, the answers is no!
For your soul or the story?
BOTH!
Come now, it's not like your busy or anything.
Don't you have a satanic summoning ritual to attend or something. *See you guys watching* Oh! What's up! Scorpion here, bring you "As My Sanity Turns" with guest star from Supernatural, Crowley.
Your too kind. Now, it's not like I will take your soul if you don't write the crossover.
Good to know because I'm wasn't going to even if you did.
Scorpion. Tell me, when was the last time you updated?
None of you business.
I am giving you great crossover material. I have searched the net...
Looking up single virgin women, I bet.
S&M, actually. And I found this lovely site called "FanFiction"
How did you get from PORN to FanFict... on second thought, don't answer that.
And the one thing I haven't noticed was a good "Coraline" crossover.
Probably wasn't looking hard enough. Wait... why "Coraline?"
I have... unique tastes.
I bet...
So I figured, between soul collecting, I'd convince some budding writer to take a crack at it.
And out of all the writers in the world, some with superior skill... you choose me. Because...
Because your number came up, silly.
THIS ISN'T CUPCAKES!
I know that. *Eye towards audence* Good fic, by the way. I recommend it.
Ignore that! Look, if I make this fic for you, will you let me get on with my life and leave my audience alone!
What life?
Screw You! UGH... Supernatural and it's characters belong to CW. Coraline (both movie and character) and her friends belongs to Neil Gaiman and Laika Studios
To my up most displeasure *Crowley smirks, deep breath*, Prelude...
For What of a Button
A Supernatural/Coraline Crossover Fiction
By TheScorpion0081
Bata: DJexe
Once, there was a beautiful, pink apartment building sitting in a moonlit forest. It had an inviting presence, with its form ambiance and a vibrant garden surrounding it. Sure the forest was ugly and scary, but that was to keep the children from leaving her. The inside was warm, and always smelled of a home cooked meal, fresh and delicious. To the children, it was a paradise, for filling every dream and desire for love, nourishment, and happiness in their greatest time of need. To the Beldame, the creator of this world, it was the perfect web to snare her delicious and unwitting prey.
The atmosphere of the 'other' Pink Palace Apartment Complex was enough to draw children into the Beldame's world and keep them from leaving. Every piece of furniture clean and polished, every meal fresh and inviting, every activity planned and perfectly executed, every detail designed to tempt the child to stay with her forever. Everything was perfect…
…until, in the wake of one girl's tenacity, it was all unraveled.
Now, in her ruined domain, the Beldame sat. Once, she was beautiful, her youth, form and power maintained by a steady diet of the love in children's souls. Now, all of it was gone. Her true form laid bare and what little of her power is being taxed just to stay alive. If she had the power, or at least her missing right hand, she could make a new snare and start over.
To think, her entire web was left asunder by one girl. Coraline, who, despite appealing to her childish fantasy and giving her the attention that she desired so much, overcame her illusion and beat her at her own game. Plus, she freed the souls of her victims and left the Beldame in the sorry state she was currently in. She would have been furious if she wasn't so amused by how everything played out. How that girl was not only able to beat the creatures, but was also able to see though her gambit and escape with her three previous victims.
There was even a moment where the Beldame saw a little of herself in the tenacious child. There wasn't a day that went by that the creature thought about her defeat at the one who defeated her. She thought about the things she could have done different, the words to say, the traps and tricks she could have used. She replayed the game in her mind a hundred times, and each time made her want the girl more. However, she didn't just want her soul. Simply taking her soul as food was meaningless to the Beldame now.
She wanted Coraline to be hers, to have and hold, forever…
Of course, that was just a dream. The Beldame didn't have the power to recreate her domain. She barely had enough to stay alive. She sat there, contemplating her hopeless situation. She needed souls to pull her back from the brink and hunt, and she need to hunt to acquire the souls. Despair only gripped her tighter as she realized the cycle she was trapped in. At this point, she needed a miracle to break the loop. A second chance is all she needed to restore everything that she lost and continue where she left off.
A whistle broke her train of thought. "Wow, I heard that some girl did a number on you," a rough, male voice echoed in a condescending tone, "but I didn't imagine that you would look so pathetic."
The creature panned her head around, trying to sense where the voice hailed from. Without her eyes, she could not see where the voice originated (that darn cat), so she felt for vibrations on her web. The echo, though weak, reverberated in the webbing, allowing the Beldame to determine that the voice came from behind her.
She turned quickly to meet the stranger, readying her remaining talons in defense against the threat. "Who is there and how did you get in my domain?" she demanded in a hiss. The Beldame was not sure how the intruder managed to get into her locked domain, but she knows that he was not staying.
"Easy there, mommy long-legs," the stranger quipped, "I come in peace. I don't pick fights with the handicapped. Not really fair. Nor is it good for business."
"Peace? You slither into my domain like a snake, insult my condition, and then dare to claim that you come in peace in the same breath?" The Beldame was seething, offended by the gall of this soon-to-be-dead intruder.
"Yep!" the stranger squeaked without a moment's hesitation. "Besides on the off chance that I wanted to kill you…"
The Beldame listened intently, waiting for the stranger to finish as the air around her became as cold as ice. A whisper, from nowhere, entered her ear, "... we wouldn't be talking, now would we?"
The Beldame swung her arm around her, hitting only the air 'How did he get behind me?' she thought, a shiver flying up her spine as she did.
"What are you swinging at?" the stranger said with a chuckle. This time the voice came from where it was originally. "Anyways, like I said from the get go, I didn't come here to intrude on your brooding. I heard about creatures like you. Honestly standing here now, I'm not impressed. Though that's not really your fault, is it?"
"If you're done mocking my condition…"
"Touchy, touchy," The stranger said, further irritating the Beldame. He continued in a more serious tone. "Look, as much fun as it is getting under your skin… hide… thing, I'm here to make a business deal. A 'quid pro quo' of sorts. Interested?"
The thought made her furious. "Why would I want to do anything with you short of ripping your heart out of your chest?" The Beldame cracked her needle fingers, preparing to make good on her threat.
"Simple. Unless you WANT to bring your prey into this, uh… humbling abode, your power needs to be restored. More specifically, you need young souls. Now, I can assist with that avenue. And, for a limited time only, I can help you triple that income of souls and make you stronger than ever before. With a few subtle changes to your hunting tactics, you will be lining up children's souls like the Pied Piper!"
The Beldame could not help but think about what this snake oil salesman was claiming. What kept her young over the centuries were souls. In the past, she wasn't as picky to what landed on her dinner plate. Men, women, children, elderly, and everything in between were fair game to her. It was only through experience that she learned that children were easier to claim. She would admit, however, that the income has dropped off at the turn of the century. Her power dropped off, limiting her movements to the Pink Palace. The three souls before Coraline moved in were all she could manage before the landlord limited the access to children by banning them.
If this offer was true, she could spread her influence to the nearby city. IF it was all true…
"On the off chance that I was to consider this 'partnership,' what would you get out of it?" She inquired after giving it some thought.
"Well," the stranger began, "There is some things I do want out of this deal, but it won't be out of your pocket. All the souls I bring to you, you can keep. My payment from this deal will come elsewhere. Oh, before I forget, I heard it's polite to bring a gift to one of these meetings."
The stranger placed something on the web, from what she can feel. A familiar presence flowed between her and the object as a familiar tapping traveled towards her. It crawled up her leg, up her right side, and found itself on what remains of her right arm.
"My hand! But how did-"
"Long story. It involves a surprising amount of mud. By the way, you will be getting a bill from my dry cleaner." the stranger joked. "So, interested?"
The Beldame glided her left hand on the newly restored right. On the reconnected wrist, there was the key to the Pink Palaces door. Everything she need was in her grasp once again. She can start the hunt again. She could rebuild her domain. She could even…
"There is one condition." She proclaimed suddenly. She took the silence as a cue to continue, "There is a girl with blue hair. Coraline. I want her, but that is a venture that I want to deal with on my own terms. Until I am ready, she and her family is not to be touched."
There was a moment of silence before the stranger answered, "Sounds good to me. Now there are a few minor details that we need to go over before we finalize this agreement."
The Beldame fingered the key on her wrist. For the first time in a while, she was excited. "I'm listening."
Happy!?
AWWWW... You really want to talk about our feelings.
I REALLY want you to get bent and GET OUT!
All that aggression isn't good for your blood sugar.
OUT!
*Vanishes*
Sorry that you walked in on that. That's *hears Crowley laughing in the distance* NOT going to be the last time, sadly. So until next time, this is the Scorpion signing off. TTFN
P.S. :Thanks for you hard work, DJexe. Without you, this would not be as good looking as it is!