Alright, so, saw the Coraline movie and fell in love with it! XD And even though he played a small part, I like Wybie. So I wanted to do a story about how he met Cat and all of that. I'm thinking this will only be two chapters, but we'll see.

Summary:We know Coraline's story, but Wybie was there before she was. Even though he doesn't live there, the Beldam must have know he was there. And why is Cat always with him?

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"Come to me love.... I'll never leave you...."

He twisted in his sleep, trying to ignore the voice that echoed throughout his dream.

"You know where to go.... Threw the door...."

Wybie jerked awake, gasping for air. He ran fingers threw his hair, his fingers getting tangled in the dark brown curls. He tugged at them, yelping slightly as he pulled a few hairs out. Putting on boots and his over-sized coat, he quietly made his way down stairs and ran out the door. He smiled slightly, seeing the sky a light pink as the sun began to rise.

And speaking of pink....

Wybie set off down the winding path till he was over looking the Pink Palace. He shivered, feeling the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. His grandmother always harped to never go near that building, always telling the story of how her sister disappeared behind a small door and never came back.

"You know where to go.... Threw the door...."

He shivered, hearing that cool voice go threw his head again; another reason why he didn't like that place. His dream always ended with a small door, just like his grandmother described.

Wybie rubbed his eyes, the sun finally starting to show. Figuring his grandmother would be up already be up, he trudged back to his house, giving the Pink Palace on last look.

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"Wybourn Lovat! Where have you been?!"

"Good morning Grandma...." Wybie sat down at the kitchen table, watching her shuffle around the kitchen.

"You gave me a heartattack when I didn't see you in your bed!" She finally faced him, "Goodness me child! You're lookin' more terrible each day...."

"I feel fine...."

"Don't give me that Wybourn," She placed his face in her hands and gently rubbed the dark circles under his eyes, "These are getting worse.... I heard you leave the house early this morning."

"...You heard me?"

"Boy, those boots of yours could wake the dead! But my intuition is telling me that there's something more...." She faced him again, wearing that 'don't lie to me' face. Wybie sighed, feeling trapped.

"I-I've been having a dre-... a nightmare...."

"About?"

Wybie ringed his hands together, worried about how his grandmother would react. "A-A small door in the wall."

He jumped hearing a plate break, hitting the kitchen ground hard. His grandmother had become tense and rigged, her hands gripping the counter harder then Wybie thought possible.

"G-Grandma?"

"How long...."

"W-Wha-"

"How long have you had these dreams Wybourn."

".....A-About... t-two months." He yelped, ducking under the table, avoiding another plate. It smashed into a million pieces, some hitting him. He yelled, being pulled back out from under the table. He was forced around, his grandmother griping onto his arms.

"Two months and you didn't feel the need to tell me?"

"I-It's j-just a dream G-Grandma." He'd never seen his grandmother this angry before. Her normally softly wrinkled face was now twisted into a rather fierce scowl; he began to shake.

"Just a dream.... Wybourn, you know what I've told you about that door!"

"B-But, i-it's just a d-dream...." He saw something flash in his grandmother's eyes and her grip became lose.

"...I'm sorry Wybourn, I got carried away...." She stood up and headed towards the refrigerator. Wybie stood, shaking still; what just happened?

"G-Grandma?"

"She had the same dreams.... Always about that door...."

"Y-You mean... y-you're sister?"

"Our parents didn't believe her...."

"But you did?"

"At first no.... But then she'd disappear for hours on end and it seemed as if I was the only one who noticed... it's as if our parents temporarily forgot that I had a twin...," she looked out the window, "Then she was gone for good and our parents forgot her completely...."

Wybie didn't really know what to say. "I-Is that why you.... Um...."

"I don't want to lose you to her Wybourn."

"H-Her?" He jumped, feeling something warm shoved into his hand; it was a glass of warm milk.

"Drink that, I want you to get some more sleep."

"B-But...."

"As long as you stay away from that house, you'll be fine."

To tired to really complain, he drank the warmed milk and headed back upstairs. He kicked off his mud caked boot, flung his coat on the floor, and crawled into his bed. He jerked slightly, feeling the sheets being tucked around him.

"You keep warm, you'll sleep better."

"...Thanks Grandma."

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He blinked, confused. He was standing in the middle of a circular room, windows showing that it was raining outside. Turning, he saw a small door in the wall, somehow lighter then the rest of the room. It opened and he went threw; it became dark, but he suddenly standing up. A strong light shined down on him, putting him on the spot light.

He winced feeling needle like fingers run threw his hair and down his cheek.

"Come to me love.... I'll never leave you...."

He yelled in pain, feeling something sharp go threw his eyes. Something turned him around, having him face a large mirror. His mouth fell open, starting to shake. He traced around where his eyes were, two black bottons taking their place. A spider like hand feel on his shoulder.

"You know where to go.... Threw the door...."