𝐊𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐀 ━ wybie x reader.

Thirteen: A Repugnant Dinner.

[Ashland, Oregon. Monday,
November 20, 2015.]

Y/n needed to find that key. The one Michael had that one day when they opened the strange door in the living room. He must've put it back where it was... hopefully but it wasn't like she could just ask her brother. It would cause suspicion and he'd most likely rat her out to David. As if she wasn't already on thin ice with him. Additionally, Y/n is on "house arrest" as she'd liked to call it.

Ever since her and David's petite argument earlier, Y/n had been afraid to exit her bedroom for fear that another spat would arise. It was almost dinner time and to say that she was starving would be the greatest understatement of the century. Nervous, the teenager started to fiddle with the ends of her sleeves.

'What I am unable to travel to the Other World tonight?' Y/n thought, still unsure if they were simply dreams or reality. As much as she wanted to sleep to confirm her suspicions, she wasn't about to go to sleep hungry.

She sat on her bed. Thinking. Y/n would occasionally glance over her shoulder to give the button-eyes doll on her mattress a sparing look. "Hm..." she huffed. "The Other World is perfect... or — at least — more perfect than this one," she said, out loud. Talking to no one but herself. "Listen..." the teenager expectantly turned toward her doll.

The doll remained blank and emotionless, as all inanimate objects should. Y/n couldn't believe that she was giving it the attention as she would to another human. It was a bit embarrassing but it wasn't like she had any other company.

"If I could have things my way, I'd love to spend my life in the Other Word than this hellhole." She quietly admitted. Everyone treated her respectfully. Michael was more tolerable, her mother was there, David wasn't submerged in her personal life and instead gave her space, and Wybie... Wybie and her were able to enjoy each other's company without having to worry about anyone else bothering them.

He was quite romantic too. Y/n had rejected affection for years, given her family drama and behaviour but now that she has it? It was weird but, at the same time, delightful. It excited her.

"Is that so hard to want that for me?" Y/n asked, carefully observing the doll for some sort of reaction. It didn't do or say anything. As expected. However, the h/c-haired girl didn't think she was being selfish (unlike David). She wanted to have a perfect and fulfilling life, one that didn't drain her emotionally and mentally as Michael and David had a habit of doing.

"Y/n!" The muffled voice of Michael called out for his sibling from the ground floor.

Y/n broke her eye contact with the doll and instead shifted her focus to her bedroom door. "Yes?" Y/n soon returned her brother's loud tone that rang throughout the Pink Palace, surely disturbing their neighbours in the process.

"Dad says dinner's ready!" Michael notified.

"... okay!" Y/n replied before heaving a sigh. "Alright," she bowed her head. "I guess I have to eat sometime today." Apart from snacking on the snacks that she kept in her room, they did not keep her content. She needed to eat an actual meal today.

Y/n eventually got up from her bed and started to undo the small barricade that she put in front of her door. When the entrance to her room was finally cleared, the tenant gave the doll one last look.

"Time not to make it awkward."

The closer Y/n drew to the kitchen which was dimly lit by a sickly yellow, the sicker she felt. She didn't want to face David. Not now. The words that she spoke were pure venom and she knew in her heart that she would bare her adoptive father bringing up their past interaction. It would be too embarrassing.