Hi everyone! I just recently saw the movie Coraline and fell in love with it. I still need to read the book, but I really liked the idea of Wybie and Coraline together. So, while I was watching television, a thought came to my head. My head said 'You know, wouldn't it be interesting if you had a WybiexCoraline story? Yes, yes it would be. But, you'd need to make it more exiting, you know? I think that maybe you should have a character of your own. No, not one that interferes with there chances and likes Wybie and tries to steal him, no. I hate characters like that. Instead, you should have a different type of character. Not the usual kinds that are oh so great and gorgeous and perfect. No, in fact, you shouldn't even tell them what she looks like. She should think of herself as ugly, but she should only talk, not ever be described in looks. And, to spice things up, you should make her somehow connected to the Beldam. AND, yes I know there's lots of ands, instead of Other Wybie dying, you should have him and the Real Wybie compete. Ya know, for Coraline? Yes, yes, well, I'll let you decide the character, though. But, you must write it or I shall eat your face off.' And that's what happened. Now, I got it all laid out, but I won't tell you how she is connected with Other Mother, but it says how just in like, a few lines from here. But, the story doesn't really have a person, it's just 3rd person, so sometimes it's with others like Coraline and the Wybies. And I won't tell you how the girl looks… but her name is Wayverd. WARNING WARNING WARNING!!!!! DO NOT EXPECT A HAPPY ENDING FOR WAYVERD!!!! Now, on with the show!!!!

There she sat. Alone, in the cold, damp, dark room, sitting on the wet, cold cement floor. She was chained to the wall by her wrists, ankles, and waist. Beldam had made them just loose enough so she could take a shower and go to the bathroom in her almost breaking, molding bathroom wear that sat just 3 feet away from her in her small, molding, horrible room that had no bed. Beldam kept her alive on mere scraps of old or expired grogg.

Why, oh why couldn't she just die? Because, she told herself, the Beldam doesn't want you to die. The Beldam needs you to survive, so she can survive. Why is this little girl chained to the wall, you ask? Well, I'll tell you.

Many decades ago, her great great grandmother had written a story. She hadn't named the story, but Wayverd's great grandmother had gotten to name the characters. She had made a little boy for it. Her favorite, though, was The Witch. Her great great grandmother had asked her great grandmother what the plot should be, but neither of them knew.

They had thought, and thought, and thought, until they ran themselves ragged just thinking and they died. But not before her Grandmother was born. Her Grandmother, being so heartbroken at her mother's death, decided to make yet another character, a little girl. And, not knowing hat else to do about the plot, she made The Witch take the two children's eyes out and replace them. But with what? Her Grandmother hadn't known, and hadn't really cared. The story wasn't touched until her mother found it as a little girl.

She had made one last character, and even more of the plot. Her character was just another little girl. She had said that The Witch replaced their eyes with buttons, and she was an evil witch, that lured children into her world, promising a better one. She controlled the people that lived in her world with the button eyes, and the children she lured she knew were unhappy with there lives, and she made replicas of the people in there old lives. The replicas were dolls, and different than the real people, but to the children, they were better.

The Witch tricked them into letting her sew buttons into there eyes, promising them that if they did, they could stay in the better world forever. Of course, all three children had agreed. But, even as The Witch told them she loved them and gave them anything they wanted, she had tricked them all. She threw them into a secret room, never to be seen again. And she ate their souls.

Now, the children resided as ghost in the locked room, never to be seen again but hoping that some day, someone would find there eyes and help them go to heaven. That never happened. The Witch then destroyed all the doll people. And made new ones that suited her new victim. Then, the last thing her mother had done to it was name it The Witch.

Finally, it was Wayverd who finished the story. She had wished to Heaven that she hadn't, though. She had found many flaws in the past workings. First off, she had followed her ancestors and created her own characters. Her favorite, though, was Coraline Jones.

She had made Coraline very pretty, a thing she was unknown to. And, she had made up that the witch needed souls to survive, and could change her appearance from harmless different Mother to evil looking The Witch who had needles for hands and spidery limbs and features. But still, Wayverd had thought, The Witch needed a name. And so did several other things.

First off, she named the world of the witch, plain and simple, The Other World. And, the people who resided in the Other World had the Other added onto there name. She made characters named Wybourne Lovat that went by Wybie and Miss Spink and Fourcible, former acrobats, and My Bobinski, hoping to be the greatest hopping rat circus owner there was.

But, in the Other World, they were Other Mother, Other Wybie, and Other everyone else. But now, Wayverd needed a name, a name for The Witch. It was so boring to call her The Witch. Shouldn't The Witch have a name? Yes.

So, Wayverd spent many days thinking of one before finally, she came up with the best name she could think of. Beldam, The Witch of the Other World. And, Wayverd made it so that to get into the world, there was a small doorway in an apartment called The Pink Palace and there was only one key that could open it.

The key had a button on it and it was the only one there was. And, finally, she made Coraline the hero of the book. To write down the entire story would be tedious, so I am going to assume you've seen Coraline and know what happened to her. And, the very last thing she did to the story before it was completely finished, was to rename the book from The Witch, to Coraline. After that, things went downhill.

Wayverd started having weird dreams about tunnels and her going into them and Beldam throwing her into a room, never to be seen again. Each time, she woke up in cold sweat, each time it was a dream. Until, about the fifth time she had it, she woke up, but she wasn't in her room. She was trapped. In the room. Alone. In the Other World. Beldam had come in and after several attempts with trying to sew buttons into her eyes she found she could not.

Then, Beldam explained to Wayverd that she was in the Other Other World. She was inside a world, inside a world she had created. Beldam then explained that she was not allowed to leave. Ever. Beldam needed her to insure that she was never defeated. She locked her away, to her laptop, her pencil, and her paper away from her and let her rot in her prison.

That was it. Wayverd was a prisoner in her own story. And, all she could do was watch on the only thing Beldam allowed her, a magical camcorder that she could use to look at what was happening anywhere in her story to any character. It was small television sized but good enough for Wayverd, who's only light for four years had been from that camcorder.

She waited, silently watching the large moving van come across the road towards an apartment complex named the Pink Palace. Wayverd bit her lip hard. She remembered, the last time she had seen the story was when Beldam had forced her to rewrite the ending where Coraline dies and Beldam lives.

And Wayverd knew that at the end of the story Beldam would have no more use of her and Wayverd's pathetic life would be up. She watched hopelessly as a small, dirty, silver Beetle came rolling towards the complex in front of the moving truck and Wayverd suddenly found herself praying to God that the truck and the Beetle would both turn around and never come back.

Ever. For, if they did, Wayverd knew that all hope would be lost, and the time would be up. Everyone's.