Title: The Other Jesse
Genre: romance, hurt/comfort, horror
Rating: T for language and mild violence
Pairing: JesseXJaden (spiritshipping)
Summary: Based on the 2009 movie "Coraline". While wandering around Duel Academy, Jaden stumbles into a world that is almost a mirror image of his own. There, he meets the mirror versions of his friends, and a man who looks exactly like his boyfriend Jesse Andersen, only he has dark black buttons for eyes! The Other Jesse, as he calls himself, insists that Jaden stays in the Other World with them, but Jaden refuses, saying that he can't leave the real Jesse. The Other Jesse doesn't like that, and captures the real Jesse, forcing Jaden to play a game to the death with the monster wearing his boyfriend's appearance. But is the Other Jesse exactly who he says he is?
Me: All right! This is a horror story that we wrote!
Lucy: Jaden's love and loyalty is tested when he is trapped in a world in which everything he knows is a lie! And will he discover the truth behind the man who wears his lover's appearance?
Me: If you wish to find out, then please read on with this story!
Lucy: Please enjoy!
Prologue
Nimble fingers, those of a pale skeleton, lifted the small doll off the shelf, ever so slowly. The bones traced the doll's stitched lips and button eyes slowly, barely brushing them with the tip of its sharp nail. The white bone was almost hidden in the near-total darkness of the room he was in, eyes adjusted to the darkness.
"Jesse?"
"Yeah, Jay?"
The fingers reached to the eyes of the doll, the soft, black buttons. The bone fingers gripped the left button and gave a small twist. There was a loud 'snap', and the button wrenched off, a few stray strings dangling in the places where it had been.
The fingers set the button on the small table, and went to work on the right button. A small twist, a 'snap', and the right button was freed from the small cloth doll, joining the left button on the table.
"Do you ever feel... like you are being watched?"
The fingers traced from the empty eye-spaces to the stitched lips. A nail hooked on the string and ripped across, tearing the mouth wide open, some of the stuffing popping out.
The fingers gripped the stuffing and tore it out over and over again, until the cloth doll was just a limp rag. The stuffing was balled up and stretched out again, tearing in certain areas until it resembled a spider's web. The bone fingers hung the newly made cloth web on a nail that hung from the rotting wood wall, and returned to the doll.
"I can't say I have, Jay. Why? Do you feel that way now?"
"Y-yeah..."
The doll was stuffed with brand new stuffing, and the mouth was stitched closed once again with black string. The black buttons were tossed away, and replaced with new shiny black buttons. The fingers nimbly stitched them together, onto the face, and then it went to stitching the long brown hair to the doll, short in the back, long in the front, two toned, the top layer lighter than the bottom.
The fingers touched a piece of red fabric and stitched it to the doll's chest, making it appear like a jacket. The fingers added white trim to the jacket and shaped it so that it appeared like one from Duel Academy.
"Well, what do you think is watching you? A duel spirit?"
A piece of white fabric was stitched to the legs, making a pair of snow white pants.
As soon as the fabric was stitched, the bone fingers snapped the thread from the needle and set it down on the table. The fingers on the hand reached up and brushed softly against the newly-made doll's cheek.
A smile touched the lips of the figure with the bone hands, pale as a ghost, real as a human.
"I don't know, Jess. But, I feel like..."
The doll was rested down on the table by the bone fingers. The fingers turned and pressed against the small doorway in the back of the wall, tall enough for one to make it through, but only if they crawled.
"We're in danger."
The bone fingers pushed down on the table and pushed the body into a standing position. The figure was hidden completely by shadows, only the thin bone white fingers appearing. It reached out and touched the doll one last time on the cheek, brushing it softly as if it were the most fragile thing in the whole world.
"Soon," a weak voice whispered from the darkness. "Soon, I won't need this doll. Soon I'll have the real thing with me."
A soft laugh escaped the weak one's throat. A cough, raspy and dry, followed soon after. The darkness seemed strangely cold and silent as soon as the coughing fit died down.
"I can't wait..."
Me: All right! So, this was the prologue, technically the trailer, for this little story we are writing!
Lucy: It should be a fairly short one, and it should be good! We hope you will all enjoy this little story as we write it, so I please hope that you will all be nice and kind as we write!
Me: Please enjoy the rest of the story!
Lucy: Please review, but only if it is nice! We hope this story will be better later on!