The last mission
ARTHORS NOTE
I do not own Coraline, Wybie or any of the people or places mentioned. I just am in love with this movie and the so many ways it could branch off. So let's begin.
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The young Wybie was sleeping peacefully in his warm bed dreaming about catching Slugzilla. He dreamt he caught the biggest Slugzilla in the universe and got invited to The Best Bug Award Show. Bill Nye the science guy had just announced his name when he heard a familiar meow. Wybie shook it off and continued walking up to the stage, in his nice suit and bow tie, everyone was clapping for him and he was about to receive his golden award when-
"Meeeeoooow?"
Wybie knew this was not part of his dream; he reluctantly opened his eyes to find a black cat waiting outside of his foggy window.
"Cat?" Wybie groaned out. The Cat smirked.
"Why now?" Wybie asked sitting up in his bed and yawning. The Cat began to claw at the window making a tremendously foul screeching sound. Wybie moaned and covered his ears but nevertheless he got up. He began to walk to the window but feeling the cold floor beneath his feet he searched for his bug slippers, failing to find him he just tip-toed to the window. Wybie opened the window, making sure to open it very slowly. If he didn't open the window slowly it would make a loud disturbing squeak.
"Why are you here? It's too early for breakfast." Wybie groaned out as the Cat sashayed in.
"What do you want?" Wybie moaned rubbing the crust from his sleepy eyes.
"Meow!" Was the Cats response.
"I don't understand you Cat!" Wybie said getting a little cranky. The Cat sat on the bed with its spine straightened. Wybie rubbed his eyes again.
"Fine!" Wybie threw his arms in the air.
"Let me just put on something and you can just guide me to whatever it is you want." Wybie said turning to the ancient dresser in his room, he opened it and searched for a shirt and some jeans and his lucky black coat.
Once Wybie finished dressing he felt a little less sleepy.
"Guide me Cat." Wybie said turning towards the Cat who was already by the door.
The Cat lead Wybie down a hall that was filled with portraits of Wybie throughout his days, most of them with Wybies favorite bugs, The Cat lead Wybie to the living room where all of his grandma's furniture stood, covered in the plastic wrap they originally came in. Wybie knew if it was up to grandma she would have all her furniture still in the boxes surrounded by their protective bubble wrap.
The Cat stopped and sat behind an old black a white photo, it was so old it seemed to be brown. The photo was on top of one Wybies grandmas many coffee tables; this one was a nasty green color. Wybie hated this coffee table the most, so he avoided it at any and all costs. The Cat knocked the photo off the coffee table.
"Whoa!" Wybie dived for the photo and thanked everything when he caught it. He was on the floor now but he was glad he caught it.
"Cat, are you trying to wake up Nana!?" Wybie whisper yells at the Cat from the floor. The Cat says nothing so Wybie looks at the photo and silently gasps.
"Oh…little rascal's chick… so that's what she was trying to tell me…" Wybie observed the picture and smiled. So she wasn't crazy. Wybie nodded at the Cat and the Cat nodded back.
"I'll go. On one condition! I am not going inside!" Wybie says to the Cat. The Cat only smirks and hops off the table and leads Wybie out of the house, down the hills and all the way to the Pink Palace.