Ch. 4
Coraline was standing there, looking awkwardly at her mom look alike who had just told her to go get her dad for dinner. Coraline just nodded her head briskly and went towards where her father's study was supposed to be.
What she found, though, was a look alike of her father and she guessed that he was like Other Mother, completely different from the real ones. "Um…hello?" Coraline knocked on the door to find that her Other Father was playing the piano. She walked in, awed by the shiny sheen of the black piano. Her Other Father spun around in his seat. "Why, hello Coraline! I see you've made it here just fine! Other Mother told you we've been waiting for you, hm?" He smiled at her.
Coraline noticed that he, like her Other Mother, had onyx black buttons for eyes. Now that was creepy. "Um… Other Mother told me to tell you that its time for breakfast, diner, thing, uh… is that a piano?" Coraline asked, stepping a fraction of an inch closer.
This was too weird! She had to be dreaming, right? This dad's hair was combed neat and tidy, and he was wearing cool pajamas, unlike her real dad, who wore a coffee stained undershirt and boxers.
The Other Father laughed. "Great, I'd really love some breakfast dinner thing. And yes, this is a piano. Do you want to here my new song?" The Other Father smiled at her. "Yeah, I mean, my real father doesn't play the piano, he thinks music is stupid." Coraline looked at the piano in interest. Then the Other Father laughed loudly and said, bending on his knees " I don't play the piano, either,"
To Coraline's horror, two white hands came out of the back of the piano and her Other Father put his hands into them. "This piano plays me. Whoa!" Her Other Father exclaimed as the white gloves pulled him to the piano. Then, gliding his hands over the piano, he began to play.
"Makin up a song about Coraline, she's a peach, she's a doll, she's a pal of mine, she's as cute as a button in the eyes of everyone who ever laid there eyes on Coraline, when she comes around exploring, Mom and I will never ever make it boring, our eyes will be on Coraline!" The Other Father ended his song with a few notes and Coraline then tried to keep her eyes from keeping up there going around and around after the Other Father moved so quickly and so did his piano, in a circle.
Coraline started clapping. "Did you like it?" The Other Father asked. "It was great!" Coraline stopped clapping, feeling something bounce under her feet, lifting her just slightly off the ground. Then, that's when the Other Father started to look worried. His eyes darted to the floor and then back up to Coraline's face, a strange smile on his face.
"Well, sugar plum, we'd best get down there, don't wanna keep your mother waiting! Aheh heh…" The Other Father laughed as if he were on some inside joke, but his face looked pained. He walked out of the room, and Coraline quietly followed, wondering what that thing was that made the bump.
*Downstairs, way way way way way down stairs, through a secret passage in a hidden room*
Wayverd had begun to throw her Camcorder up and down, up and down, till pieces started coming off of it, bit by bit. There were two things she may gain from this. Or one. Or nothing at all. One: She could alert Coraline by throwing the camcorder up at her, but Wayverd really didn't know how that would help. And two: If Beldam wanted her to watch so badly, she could get her another one, instead of this piece of crap. "Come. On. You. Stupid. Piece. Of. Crap. BREAK!" Wayverd through it once more and it shattered.
So, there she was, all alone, in a room, while if she was not shackled to the walls right now, could be rescuing herself and her character and getting the heck out of that awful place of Beldam.
But, instead, there she sat, listening to the rats scurrying up and down the too-dark-to-see-them walls while way way way upstairs, Beldam was putting on a dinner act for Coraline. Poor soul. And, there was another problem. Wayverd had just killed her only power source.