Falling down the rabbit hole, you feel as you weight nothing. But just like reality, you suddenly crash onto a checkered floor. Feeling pain in your back, you began to feel a hate for rabbits.... and their rabbit holes.
Looking in front of you, you see a long hallway. Wondering is it went on forever, you tilted your head.Getting up, you removed some dust off your clothes. Seems the maid isn't doing her job, this place is covered in dust.
Turning to look behind you, and you feel your sanity leave you. Behind you is a forest, a frickin' forest in a hallway. Turning to look in front of you, you blink. There is no longer a hall in front of you either, but now a forest.
Sighing, you began to think if you just blacked out when you tripped on that rabbit hole, and am just dreaming now. Sighing, you began on your journey out of the forest. Surprisingly it only takes you about five minutes. Walking pasted a creepy cat you-Wait...Is that cat smiling? Ugh, that's so creepy.
Ignoring the cat as you walk past it, you hear it faintly say;
"Seeing the Hatter I see? Be careful, for he is Mad you know. Mad just like his friend the March Hare~.".
Yep, that cat is very creepy.
Walking onto a dirt path, you smile. Your no longer in that forest! Almost skipping, you began to walk towards an opening with a cottage. You can make out small details, like a table out side of the cottage, and a garden nearby. Hm, maybe there is a party going on?
Now at the gate of the garden, you slightly peek in. You see some people at the table,...are those ears? Ugh, make that three things at the table.
As you walk in more, you spot a blond man sitting at a table with a top hat. He has a card sticking out of it that read; "In this style 10/6". Great, more things that didn't make sense. Who would of guessed?
Studying him more, you notice his red eyes. They are staring at the table cloth in a bored way, almost as if he is trying to make it catch fire with his stare only.
Taking a step more into the small garden, the male's eyes are suddenly on you. Stiffing, you stop in your actions as the male stood up. He was tall and lean, and it seems his ruby red eyes are shinning with slyness now. You feel a sudden regret.
"Bonjour~... Guest.", He spoke in a slight sing-song tone.
"Who are you?", He asked. You were about to answer as you open you mouth, but was cut off by the man.
"I am Monsieur Hatter, but you may call me Hatter and, or Monsieur.", he spoke. Puzzeled, you don't remember asking him anything, but you don't seem to mind. This Hatter had an odd voice, but it made you attractive to it. Like bees to honey.
"Do you like tea?", he asked. Smiling you were about to answer again, but, he had cut you off.
"I am not found of the liquid much myself anymore. To much of it, it seems I have had.", he sighed, tossing the cup of tea he had behind his back. You heard a crash, and hopped it didn't hit anyone...Or thing, for this place seemed crawling with 'things'.
"Sit! Sit~. I don't bite, but the Hare might.", chuckling, Hatter sat back in his own seat. Not sure of what to do, you sat down also. Your chair was seated right across the Hatter's, at the end of the table.
"Now you must be here to know more about me, yes?", Hatter asked, a sly grin on his face. "For why else you would you be here.", Hatter more stated, then asked.
" I am Monsieur as I stated, and as you may have seen, I am one of WTF's local Hatters. Though I do not make hats much anymore, for Time has taken my other hours away. For all I have now is blasted tea time!", Hatter cursed suddenly, but soon stopped.
"Tea?", he asked. Not sure if he would let you answer or not, you just sat there and blankly stared at him. Just waiting for him to speak up again, like he usually does.
"...I said, tea?", He repeated himself, a little louder now. Seeing as he wasn't going to say nothing, you opened your mouth to speak.
"Actually I-", you began, but was cut off by Hatter.
"Do you know why a raven is like a writing desk?!", he asked.
Groaning, you just let you head hit the table. You were really starting to hate rabbits now, and their damn holes.
"Odd one, isn't s/he?", your heard the Hatter asked his friends the Dormouse and March Hare.
You sense a headache coming on.
Location:
Wonderland ♡
Interests:
Throwing and eating tea cups, breaking clocks, having unbirthdays, you know normal things.
Occupation:
A hatter and a person at the Mad Tea-party
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In the future, technology has gone too far. People are able to buy physical prowess, buy strength, agility, even their health. A group of highly altered individuals, calling themselves the High-Rites are in the process of trying to eliminate a much less altered group. Revolution is imminent, and the war is just beginning.
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