Nora In Wonderland: A Dark Fairytale

[The Count]

*Ahem... Dearest SqueekyWeekums. If you do not exercise your authorial writs to update this fabulous fictional romp... Well, I'm afraid her majesty will have no other royal recourse but to declare to be off with your, um, Bunnie's, erm, glasses. Yes, he will have not the eyes nor the semblance of such to continue creative crafting. Now then...
Could you, would you, could you, would you, would you, could you join the dance?

 

[BeakerSqueedom]

Oh, no!
Not his GLASSES!
Oh please Eddie...
Don't be so cruel!
I beg you...not his glasses...(Sobs)

(Hugs her eyeless muppet)
x/ I won't let them hurt you.

I was just about to post today, too!
(Typing the chapter)

 

[The Count]

Good... Post and your Bunnie-Hunnie's glasses will be spared. *Waits to read the adventure in the garden or the leaflet down the river road while listening to song River Road from MCR.

 

[The Count]

*Ominous music plays. Mr. Honeydew... As the charged Claudia has not posted the promised update... You hereby forfeit your glasses. *Hand grabs the scientist's eyeware and will not relinquish them until the update gets posted.

 

[BeakerSqueedom]

Pandemonium

Seeking The Diamond​

The Village of the Doomed was composed of confusing tunnels and gloomy caves, patrolled by the Queen of Hearts' loyal card guards. Thankful for her cunning alley and her blood-caked blade, the dark-hearted inhabitants would no longer be of use to Nora’s quest. She had yet to travel beyond the subterranean village to reach the mysterious Fortress of Doors.

She sauntered through the cryptic tunnel with her weapon at hand, unaware she had stained her dress with it. The Cheshire wasn’t oblivious to the stain and continued to smile. He admired his grime-covered claws, fantasizing on the many ways he could tear her up to increase the beauty of that crimson touch that taunted him so. He shook his head slowly, realizing he had nearly fallen into the trap.

With Wonderland disoriented, the changes were increasingly difficult to resist. His rationality would succumb to nothing, and this beautiful world that this brilliant child created would exist no more. His claws slid back into his paws once he caught sight of her wonderous expression. He was slightly proud of himself for his bold rejection to siding with the Queen.

“Are you alright?" His friend asked kindly.

He gazed up at her, his cleverness playing quite a role in composing himself. The way she looked at him made him turn his attention to the turning wheels of passing rusty carts. “Of course not, dear. If I was, you’d have to be real worried. The mad are never all right, remember that.” He said playfully, rubbing his frail body against her legs in a delicious purr.

Nora’s smile brightened. He was ok.

They trudged along the steep mound , making their way to the compound.
The compound, as expected, was heavily gaurded.

52 pick-up is a staple of juvenile humor, but when the deck slices and dices. It’s no laughing matter.

“You finally have a sense of humor, when clearly, we are in great danger?" Asked Nora.

He wasn’t there.

***​

Notes:

You don't see this in the game.
This part was madeup.
Haha!

More will be posted tonight.
This is a warm up!
(I hope)

 

[The Count]

Yes... Wonderful warmup it was. Oh how I fear for that Cheshire fully embracing his madness and turning Nora into a non-conscious masterpiece, the stain on her dress added to by the slices leaving her lying dead on the floor, eyes in a sort of sad "how could you?" defeated slant and hair flecking with decomposing dust. So... Here's a white chocolate macadamia cookie for the cute little pink furry monster that came at me earlier, you'll get the rest of the box when you finish delivery of the bigger portion you've promised.
*Gives cute Claudia Monster her cookie.

 

[BeakerSqueedom]

Part II

The diamond was in the form of a peculiar skull lying peacefully in leisure on top of a modest brown table in the heart of the cozy room. The space would have been a little more inviting if she wasn’t staring into her foe’s beady black eyes. Nora was just a tiny girl, with a little frame. The two, bulky and flat-squared in figure, could effortlessly mutilate her carcass into fine particles.

Dread tackled her common sense steadily. Nora realized that this was the opportunity to rethink her actions. A radiant mind, however, still a child in more ways than one, felt the superfluous need to take off. She was not to be blamed, as her dear friend had gone astray, and she was staring at two silver spears that’d soon run her through.

A feeling of resentment began to form for the devious feline.

Suddenly Nora felt the cold embrace of terror surround her as she found herself on the ground. Spears of gray plunged into the dirt violently, missing her by a single hair. Pieces of filth landed on her cheek.

Of course, she thought staring into it.

From behind the two did a broad grin appear; amused eyes became visible to her, much to her comfort.

She dug a slender hand into the earth, grabbing a handful of dirt, blinding their sight with just a little toss. Nora seized her blade and dug it straight into its abdomen, making the card cry out in pain.

The other card fell victim to a graceful pounce from the Cheshire cat. Once landed, he took on his muppety form and buried his nails into his face. “I’d tell you to look away, Nora…but I think this is something you’re going to have to get used to.” He whispered, materializing himself right next to her.

She nodded. “For a moment there, I thought you had abandoned me for sure.” Her words were a little stiff as she spoke.

He nodded. “I wish.” He joked.

They approached the oak stairs cautiously. The little room which held the diamond captive welcomed them. The shimmering skull smiled somewhat pleasantly as if giving itself to her.

Nora took it into her little hands carefully. “Can you tell me how to get to The Fortress of Doors?” She asked.

The diamond formed into a key.

“I think this is it.”

“Great. Let’s go see the elder.”

 

[BeakerSqueedom]

Hand over dah glasses/cookies, bub.
:/

LOL!

 

[The Count]

Ooh! Me likey, me likey! *Catches self. Better stop that before Slug hears and thinks we're singing our St. Patrick's love for an Ireland girl.

Squeeky, I simply huggle this. You have a way of making it all come alive with what you provide your readers. Promise me you'll post some more?
*Gives her another cookie and huggles the little pink furry monster.

*Edit: Oh... And here are Bunsen's glasses back. *Chuckles at da melon gettin' some eyes back in that science head of his.

 

[BeakerSqueedom]

Me think yes.
(Munches the cookie)
Me Cookie Claudia Monster promise more post today.
Yeah.
RARARARAWR!
(Steals Bunsen's glasses from his pocket)
PRECIOUS!