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OK but can we talk about how the Dad from Coraline was literally THE BEST dad in the world??!!! He encourages Coraline to go out and do something and even stops working long enough to come up with a game for her to play. He doesn’t put her down (the fucking DINNER SONG) but still disciplines Coraline and keeps a strong parenting front by agreeing with the Mom’s decisions I just—

Be careful what you wish of.

Your days were a blur of exhaustion. Between managing the new house and taking care of your son, the weight of it all pressed down on you. Suguru—your Suguru—wasn’t much help these days. He had been swallowed by work, disappearing into his office for hours on end. When he wasn’t working, he was on his phone, his face hidden behind that tired, distant expression.

"Not tonight," he mumbled when you knocked gently on his office door, your son crying softly in your arms. "I'm really busy, just... I'll come help later."

But he never did.

You sighed, rocking your son gently in the dim light of the living room, the weight of Suguru's absence hanging heavy in the air. You knew he loved you, but the distance between you was growing. It wasn’t intentional—he was busy. But still, you couldn’t shake the loneliness that had begun to settle in.

The mansion’s walls seemed to stretch on forever, wrapping you in an unnerving silence. It had been days since you and Suguru moved in, yet the house felt anything but homey. No matter how much you tried to settle in, the air always felt too heavy, too still, as if it were holding its breath.

Suguru didn’t seem to mind. He moved through the house with his usual composed grace, handling the boxes, making plans, his face betraying none of the unease gnawing at you. He was always distant, often consumed by his thoughts, and this house… it seemed to suit that part of him. But you—something about the mansion put you on edge.

The days blurred into nights, the strange feeling growing stronger, especially when the sun dipped below the horizon and shadows crept through the halls.

That night, after tossing and turning, you gave up on trying to sleep. Your throat was dry, the house too quiet. You slipped out of bed carefully, not wanting to disturb Suguru, whose even breaths filled the room.

As you wandered through the dimly lit hallway towards the kitchen, the air felt different—warmer, almost humid. You grabbed a glass and let the faucet run, the sound of water filling the silence. That’s when something caught your eye.

Across the room, behind an old cabinet you didn’t remember moving, was a door. Small and unassuming, with faint light spilling from the edges, as if the very frame of it was glowing.

Frowning, you set your glass down and stepped closer. You didn’t recall seeing a door there before, but then again, this house had a way of feeling different each time you walked through it. Still, this felt strange. Kneeling, you gently tugged at the handle, and the door creaked open, revealing a tunnel inside.

It wasn’t dark. Instead, the passage glowed with an otherworldly light—soft, shimmering, almost beckoning you. The walls were rounded and smooth, almost like they were alive, their surface glistening faintly under the glow. The tunnel seemed to stretch into the distance, bending around corners you couldn’t see past.

A part of you wanted to turn back, to close the door and forget you ever saw it. But another part of you—curious, drawn in by the strange glow—urged you forward. Crawling into the tunnel, you found the air inside warm, like the embrace of a blanket on a cold night.

You hesitated at first, glancing back over your shoulder. But the tunnel’s light seemed to pulse softly, inviting you to move forward. You couldn’t resist.

When you finally reached the other side, the sight that greeted you made you stop in your tracks.

You were in the kitchen… or at least, what looked like the kitchen. But it wasn’t the same. Everything was more vibrant, more alive. The countertops gleamed as if freshly cleaned, the walls a richer shade of color, the air filled with the soft warmth of a hearth. It was familiar, but... not.

“There you are, dear…”

The voice was familiar, too. You turned, your heart skipping a beat.

There, standing in the kitchen, was Suguru. He looked at you with that same calm expression you had grown so used to, but something about him felt different. Softer. More welcoming. The cold distance that usually lingered between you seemed to have melted away.

“I…” you murmured, your throat suddenly dry for an entirely different reason.

Suguru smiled, his face illuminated by the warm glow of the room. But there was something strange about the way the light hit his face— your gaze drifted to his eyes. And you froze.

Buttons.

His eyes were shiny, black buttons, polished to a glossy finish. They reflected the light in a way that made them gleam unnaturally, but they lacked the depth, the humanity, that you were so used to seeing in Suguru’s eyes.

Your heart pounded in your chest, but you forced yourself to stay calm. He was still Suguru, wasn’t he? He looked like him, his voice was the same, but… those eyes.

Suguru stood in the center of the room, but something was profoundly different about him. His smile held a peculiar calmness that set you on edge.

You approached him cautiously. “Who are you?” you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.

He extended a hand, the buttons on his eyes reflecting the soft light. “I’m your husband of course…” he said, his voice smooth.

You took a step back, instinctively creating distance between you and him. "What... who—what do you mean husband? You aren’t suguru! My suguru doesn’t have… b-b-b-" you stammered, trying to keep your voice steady despite the uneasy tightness in your chest.

His chuckle was soft, a sound that sent a shiver down your spine. “B-Buttons? Do you like them?” he continued your sentence smoothly, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. “I’m your other husband, silly” His tone was playful, but there was an eerie undertone that left your nerves prickling.

You stepped back again, feeling the surreal tension thick in the air. His button eyes stayed fixed on you, calm and unbothered, but there was something deeply unsettling about how unphased he was by your discomfort.

“Oh! right.. Come on, you came at the perfect time, i have a suprise for you.” he added, his voice tender, ignoring how wary you are of him.

Your heart raced as you struggled to process what you were seeing, standing in this version of your world that was somehow more vibrant but disturbingly off. Suguru— this Suguru—stood before you with the same gentle smile, but everything else about him screamed that this wasn't real. It was a performance, too perfect to be natural.

You hesitated, but curiosity and the allure of his warm demeanor drew you closer. He gently took your hand and led you out of the room. The warmth of Suguru’s hand led you outside, though something inside you still screamed to turn back. As you stepped into the garden, your breath caught in your throat once again. The landscape was breathtaking—too perfect. Flowers bloomed in radiant colors, their petals shimmering faintly in the twilight. The air was thick with the sound of gentle rustling leaves, and the sparkling water of a small pond reflected the faint glow of luminescent butterflies.

Everything here was like a dream—so beautiful it didn’t feel real.

Suguru stood beside you, his button eyes reflecting the twinkling light as he watched you silently. His presence was unnervingly calm, his hand never leaving yours as though he were tethering you to this place.

You swallowed hard, trying to keep your voice steady. “It’s... unreal,” you murmured, eyes lingering on the glowing butterflies, their wings catching the soft light like iridescent glass.

“It’s not unreal, love. It’s exactly as it should be,” Suguru replied smoothly, his voice quiet yet carrying a weight that made you want to listen. His eyes were only on you, even as you stared at the beauty around you, trying to make sense of the perfection before you.

Your gaze fell to the fish swimming in the pond, their silvery bodies gleaming as they moved in perfect harmony. But when you leaned in closer, your heart skipped a beat—each of them had small, glossy button eyes. The butterflies, too. The animals, the plants—everything in this world was perfect, but not without that eerie detail.

You shuddered. “The buttons… Everything here has buttons,” you whispered, voice trembling slightly. The unsettling feeling returned, making the beauty around you feel more like a trap.

Suguru’s grip tightened ever so slightly, grounding you. “Don’t be afraid,” he murmured, his voice low, like a soft lullaby. “The buttons are just a part of this world. But you—you belong here. With me.”

You glanced up at him, feeling his gaze heavy on your skin. “Belong?” you echoed, confused and wary. The perfection of the place was starting to wear on you, making you feel out of place—as though you were the only thing that didn’t fit in this strange world.

Suguru stepped closer, his breath soft against your ear. “Yes. Here, where there are no distractions. No worries. Only us. Wouldn’t that be better? To be in a place where nothing can hurt you, where you’re never alone?”

His words dripped like honey, each syllable wrapping itself around your thoughts. It was hard to ignore the way his voice seemed to promise you everything you had ever wanted—peace, ease, belonging.

You hesitated, torn between the growing fear inside you and the pull of his soothing words. “But… what about everything else? My life, my... home?”

“Why worry about that?” he asked, brushing a hand against your arm. His lips hovered just above your skin, barely grazing the sensitive flesh of your shoulder. A shiver ran through you, your body reacting to his touch even as your mind screamed for caution. “Everything here is for you. Look around.”

His lips trailed down your arm, slow and deliberate, barely touching but enough to make your pulse quicken. “The garden, the peace... isn’t this what you’ve wanted?”

The butterflies fluttered around your head, their glowing wings casting soft light over you. You found yourself staring at the pond again, the water so clear, so impossibly pure. It was inviting, almost calling you toward it, as though it held a secret, sparkling promise beneath its surface.

“It’s beautiful,” you admitted softly, feeling the words slip from your mouth before you could stop them. The beauty of the place was undeniable, but it was so foreign, so otherworldly that it made you uneasy. And yet...

Suguru’s hand slid down your waist, his lips brushing the back of your hand in a featherlight kiss. “You deserve beauty, love,” he whispered against your skin, his voice soft and persuasive. “And there’s so much more for you here. Come back tomorrow, and you’ll see.”

You hesitated, your heart fluttering in your chest. “Tomorrow?” you asked, your voice uncertain.

Suguru’s button eyes stayed fixed on you, unwavering, as if he could see the conflict brewing inside you. “Of course,” he murmured. “I’ll be here waiting for you. Everything will be waiting. You’ll see how much better it is when you’re not fighting against it.”

His words felt like a lure, pulling you in. A part of you knew it was wrong—knew that this world, this Suguru, was not what it seemed. And yet, his presence was so calm, so inviting, it was hard to fight the drowsy pull of his voice.

You glanced around the garden again. The sparkling water, the glowing butterflies, the strange yet beautiful perfection of it all—it was enough to make you forget, just for a moment, the cold reality you had left behind.

“I… don’t know,” you muttered, feeling a wave of exhaustion suddenly settle over you. Your eyelids felt heavy, and your body started to sway slightly, the warmth of the garden lulling you into a strange, almost dreamlike state.

Suguru’s hand slid up to rest gently on the small of your back, steadying you as your body seemed to sink into the moment. “There’s no rush,” he said softly. “You’ll see, love. You’ll come back. And when you do, everything will be just as perfect as you’ve always wanted.”

His lips grazed the side of your face, the gesture as much a promise as it was a kiss. You felt yourself leaning into his touch, your body betraying your mind’s desperate urge to pull away.

Before you could protest, he was guiding you back toward the house, his arm around your waist, his touch light but firm. The house seemed warmer, more welcoming as you stepped inside, and as he led you to the bedroom, the exhaustion from earlier became overwhelming.

The room looked different—so much softer, filled with warmth and color. The bed practically glowed with inviting softness. Suguru stood by the door, watching you with those unnerving button eyes as you climbed into bed, your body too tired to resist.

“Good night,” he whispered, his voice lingering in the air as your eyes closed, the exhaustion pulling you under like a heavy blanket.

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You awoke with a jolt, gasping as you found yourself lying in the cold, bare room. The morning light streamed through the window, casting a harsh contrast. Your heart was still racing, your skin still tingling with the memory of Suguru’s- other Suguru’s touch.

But it had all been a dream... hadn’t it?

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You looked over at the small door in the corner of the room, where the bricks stood in place, as solid as ever. Yet, despite the barriers, the memory of the garden and Suguru’s soft voice tugged at you.

For a moment, you just sat there, staring at the door, a strange ache of loneliness settling into your chest. The loneliness you had felt before seemed even more pronounced. The memory of the surreal, perfect world lingered in your mind, leaving you with a mix of longing.

“Bye, i gotta go..” suguru said, leaving the house without even a kiss for his beloved nor his child.

With a heavy sigh, you turned your gaze away from the door he just slammed, the image of the other Suguru etched deeply in your thoughts.

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