BeakerSqueedom
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Beakie's Notes:
This fanfic is the opposite of my very bouncy nature, and it not intended for those of the faint-hearted. This won't be graphic, but neither will it be pleasent for a reader looking for a giddy story. This takes on a rather dark, yet mystical atmosphere, which can be both enjoyable and most tragic--even a little stomach turning....may spill a tear or two.
The character in this dark adaption, Nora, belongs to the ever fantastic Muppet Newsgirl/Erin. For some odd reason, I was inspired by the character and just had to make her "Alice".
The story itself was created by Lewis Carroll, but altered greatly.
Addition:
Cast for now in this chapter.
Cast for now in this chapter.
Gonzo- Madhatter
Rizzo- Dormouse (funny)
Bean Bunny- March Hare
Rizzo- Dormouse (funny)
Bean Bunny- March Hare
-Introduction-
“It’s very strange drinking tea at this angle.” Nora said fearfully, clutching to her teacup.
“Ha! It’s better that way!” The hatter cried, pouring himself a generous amount of tea.
“’Dat doesn’t bother yah, does it?” The Dormouse asked, giving her a light nudge.
“It shouldn’t, I guess.” Nora replied.
“Aside from that, doesn’t this look just cute?” The March hare asked.
The group leaned in for a better look. Dormouse rolled his eyes, Hatter wrinkled up his hooked nose, and Nora just smiled. Hatter flicked his silver spoon at the tiny butterfly in March Hare’s paw with impressive swiftness.
“You know I don’t like butterflies, Hare,” Hatter mumbled. “They smell like butter.”
“That was rude.” Nora spoke up in the poor hare’s defense. “He was talking while you just killed the poor thing!”
And it’s rude to talk when the host isn’t!” Hatter retorted.
“That doesn’t make any sense at all.” Nora said rubbing her arm uncomfortably.
“’Course not.” He said, sipping at his cup.
“A happy unwelcome tah you, toots!” Dormouse declared joyously.
“Ohhhh yeah, so that’s why we had this party in the first place!” Hatter laughed. “A happy unwelcome to you in your return to Wonderland!”
Nora blinked. “I visited you everyday…why the sudden unwelcome?” She asked, feeling strange with having said “unwelcome” rather than “welcome”.
"When? What time?” Hatter asked bewildered.
“Your memory is slippin’, Hatter.” Dormouse teased.
“Don’t talk when I’m thinking,” He ordered. “Breaks my concentration.”
If there was any Wonderland inhabitant Nora despised, it was the mad hatter himself.
Her thoughts trailed to the smell coming from the kitchen. Something was burning. Thankfully the smell was faint, so it did not alarm her too much.
“Do you smell that?” Nora asked.
“Nope.” The three said in unison.
Nora rose from her seat, walking groggily to the kitchen, not comfortable with the fact that she was upside down. The girl entered the kitchen cautiously. Her eyes were wide when an unexpected screech pierced the silence. She stumbled back against the wall. Cornered, Nora saw the growing fire lick her blackened surroundings. The tea cups melted, the walls slowly turned to ash, and the smoke stalked her much needed oxygen.
Poor Nora did not know what to do. She would have cried a puddle of tears just to protect herself—but it wasn’t something stable. It only happened in situations where it was least expected. Fear plagued her rationality little by little; desperation clawed its way into her troubled mind. The screaming behind the walls weren’t doing much to ease her anxiety.
“Is anybody there?” Nora shouted in concern. The screaming didn’t stop. Floored on what to do, she turned back, discovering the only exit she had had been sealed shut. She shook her head violently in the middle of the searing heat. Nora collapsed to the floor, feeling the toxins invade her lungs. Her lungs hardened with each passing second. There wasn’t much hope as the oxygen slowly drifted away.
Voices; panicked voices sounded from the other side of the door. “We must save Nora!” Declared the Hatter, for the first time, having made some sense in a time where it was most necessary. The March Hare trembled in fear. “Wake up, wake up, wake up!” The Dormouse screeched, grabbing for the doorknob, only to burn himself.
Nora opened her eyes.
Her sight was blurry.
Full sight returning, she sat upright in her queen-sized bed. Her cat scratched at her window desperately. Her meows sounded familiar to the horrid screams---the smell too now that she thought of it. In realization of this, she faced her door. “Run, Nora!” Her sister screamed from the other side. “Lorina!” Nora cried.
The nightmare wasn’t over as she heard her family tell her to run. It was too late for them now. Nora’s heart was near attack. She grabbed Dinah, her little black cat, and opened the window. The feline did not need to think twice when she jumped out the window. Too worried to think, she looked around to gather whatever could assist her in the future.
Unfortunately, there was nothing of utter value but her album, and the book. The brave girl got out safely. From exhaustion did she collapse onto the snow, holding close her precious belongings.