(A/N): Okay. Here's the rant part of this.

This story is dedicated to those of you who think the Other Wybie is a UNIQUE perspective to tell the movie through.

I've read a BILLION of those stories! Get REAL!

Okay, this is mostly dedicated to the guy who said something along the lines of "this is the movie through a unique perspective", but still!

THIS is the movie through a unique perspective.

Let me explain.

In Coraline, there are a few MCCTs, or Minor Character Canon Tragedies. Here's a list:

Other Wybie (Not quite a MCCT, as he had about as much screen time as the Other Father, and the OF is not a minor character. But if we base it off of lines, the other guys on this list have more lines than he does)

Lead mouse/rat

Trumpet-playing mouse/rat

THE DOLL

Okay, who shouted, "The doll ain't a character! Fuck off, you liar!"

I'll kill you later, Mystery Man. Go read Conversations Involving a Notebook, why don't you?

For now, let me do the A/N in peace.

Who was bolded on that list? And capitalized?

That's right, the doll.

This is told through the doll's eyes. Now - is it innocent or guilty?

Make your opinion after you read.

CIRCLE OF LIFE

How do I put this?

I can't really call it "being born". I've existed before. I've existed before this.

Anyway, one moment I was in blackness, and the next thing I knew I was sitting in a wrapping of some sort. There were shuffling sounds coming from above.

Once some hands grabbed me (or, rather, my wrapping) and pulled me out, there was finally enough light to see with detail and color.

Some kid with bushy brown curls and deep brown eyes was staring at me, commenting that I looked exactly like some 'Jonesy', before wrapping me up again.

Had I been able to move in front of his gaze, I would have slapped him for being extremely rude towards me and this 'Jonesy' person.

Surprisingly, though, I wasn't thrown back into the crate in disgust, and instead was carried to some unknown location. I decided to just read the headlines of a god-knows-how-old newspaper in the dim light.

After a while, my packaging was set down and opened halfway. From what I could tell, the curly-haired boy had stuffed a note inside the outer fold of the package. I couldn't be sure of the exact nature of the note, but judging from what he had said before, I could guess that it was either a love note or an insult.

I had seen much love. From what I could remember, the boy likes the girl, and the boy dates the girl and they fall in love with each other -

And then somebody disappears.

And the love turns into communal grief and wastes away with time.

The person who would disappear would always, before they would go, rant about some perfect dream world. And even though they had abnormal sleeping habits (what with getting up in the middle of the night to chase a toy mouse), they always seemed to wake up happier, almost refreshed.

And then, once they realize they aren't in their dream world, they rant about the awfulness of the real world.

And then, a few days later, they disappear.

A short time after that, I'm wrapped up and thrown anywhere that's out of sight, and I disappear.

But now, I've been unwrapped, and it's time to live for the moment.

I hear the roar of an engine.

(A/N): You heard me right.

The doll doesn't know the Other World actually exists.

But it has noticed some stuff.

And some of it is important.