Ceres

Alice screamed, again and again and again. She didn’t want to go back. She wanted to stay. She wanted to stay here in her wonderland. “Jack and JIll went up ThE Hill. I’m AliCe. I’M ALICE! Oh Jack be NiMBle JaCk be Quick…” Craized whispers as Alice tried to hold onto who she was, tried to drown out a feeble crack in her newly varnished veneer - one that asked her if this was right, the small voice of Ceres that would ask if the insanity was worth it. This isn't who I am Then, came Tybalt - in a flurry of spun confetti and ebbing sanity he flourished in the field, a tip of his hat, a

REd! rED! OH She PiCkeD ReD! Alice gave a happy little dance as she clasped Alintas hands within her own. “ReD!” She screamed at the top of her lungs. “RED! RED! RED!” Alice pulled Alinta close and then smooshed Alinta’s cheeks in her hand. “SO gloRiouS! MarVelouS! I want to See!” Alice wanted to see what kind of colour Alintas insides were. She wanted to see what kind of face she would make. What would the doormouse do? Oh this was so fun! Alice couldn’t help but stand back and clap, then shower Alinta with confetti. “PAPA!” Alice called loudly. “A show! It’s a very merry show! Oh i

The man twitched, itched, but did not move. Could not move? Perhaps!? Too lost in his dreams! So Alice typed out a message to this 'Alinta' person, inviting her along. Scar--> Alinta: Come meet me in the forest! I found something fun! Meet me in WOnderland! "ThEre!" Alice shifted her form up Scars body, leaning against his chest. "Boop!" She'd touch his nose with her finger. "KeEp DreAminG LittLe Doormouse!" A pat against his cheek. "dO you Like it TherE? Oh I bet you Do! I bet it's all WarM and Cozy!" The messages would pop up on his screen, one after the other, but Alice ha

"Hmmm?" Alice watched as he twitched, eyes dancing to and fro. Tears streaking down his face. Crying? Why was he crying? Were his nightmares that bad? But Nightmares were glorious! They would set him free! Break his chains! Maybe he could become something more! Something more than a drab man dressed all in black! "OH! How I want to craWl InSIde youR Head!" The woman stood and began to pace back and forth. There was a problem. "I can't see, no no..." She muttered to herself softly. "He's there, oh yes! He's somewhere, not here, but there! AnywherE? All in his mind! Stuck TraPped EnTwi

"PAapa!" Alice skipped over to Tybalt, wrapping her arms around him as he caught her and spun her around once, twice, thrice! She nuzzled the side of his mask with her face. "I didn'T ExPEct you~ A delight!" She stepped back, patting him down, removing an errant leaf from his shoulder. "Such Heights! What a FrEight!" Alice clapped as Tybalt took a bow. "Red and Blue!" A stomp on the blue rose, discarded on the floor, "Blue and Red!" A stomp on the red rose, crushing it beneath her foot, as it snapped it fizzled and sizzled and the smell of burnt leather permeated from beneath her

“I’M loOking for my ONe. EyEd. Jack….Jack….Jack..Jack…” She started repeating the name over and over again, muttering under her breath like it was a whispered mad mantra. “Jack be nimble Jack be quick. Jack climbs up the bEanStalk, Jack and JiLl climBed up the HiLl…Always…AlWays Jack.” A mind so broken and tattered it struggled to focus on one thing too long, even before she was broken ‘Alice’ struggled to keep her thoughts steady. Now, they whirled around in her head, so fast, so dizzying. All she wanted was a very good show. "Maybe he can help us out.” “Y-You…want to meet my papa!?

The man took a step away from her, and Alice took two steps forward, bouncing to and fro, humming softly, off-tune. The entirety of her just that slightly bit off kilter. As though not everything lined up quite right in that poor deranged and tortured noggin of hers. “Fireball?” Her smile faded. “FiREbaLL!?” She shook her head wildly, “no! No! NO!” She stomped her feet, as though she was having a tantrum, this wouldn’t do. This wasn’t Right! Her hands went to her head, clasping her skull as though it were pounding, Alice shook violently. “No! NO noO noO nO!” Announcing every little p

Passing the tests, ‘Alice’ was freed from Tybalt after what felt like several months - but had only been two days. Guards gone, dead, and cursor flicking from green to orange and now back to green. A temporary debuff gone, much like Ceres’ sanity. The woman was walking through the forests, collecting flowers for a show, collecting samples of all manner of things! Poisons! A drippy sticky sweetly kind of substance from a plant, more! More to explore! When… She heard it, small footsteps of another. And so, the woman followed, quiet as a mouse, the doormouse- don’t you know? "Someo

Ceres Alice glanced down at her outfit, gone were the drapes of silken robes and in its place something far more risque. “Huh?” Dark fishnet stockings clung tight to her legs, aLiCe tugged on them, and they snapped back into place. Strong, they wouldn’t easily break. “Oh~?” A tiny spark of light returned to her eyes, momentarily enthralled by the sheer magic of her outfit changing. A glance over her shoulder, and a little fluffy rabbit tail sat over her bodysuit. “Fluffy!” She’d puff out he chest, standing tall as Tybalt reached out to affix a bow-tie around her neck. “Wait wait!” Rabbit ear

Her eyes fluttered open with a soft groan, a mask which once felt so suffocating now felt so right, the cool porcelain pressed against the heat of her skin…it slid off with a faint ‘pop’ sound and skittered away. What remained was the bright world she missed. The warmth of the sun against her skin, a cloud shaped like a frog hopping along the sky. “Mista….Tybalt?” CeReS Alice sat up, a hand to her head. She was drowning just before - but…now she was fine. Her hand fell to her lips, the faint sugary taste of strawberries lingered. Eyes, clouded yet curious, looked up at a man. His e

Saw her in two? “W-What!?” Ceres screamed as she tried to pry the box open, telling him to shut up, telling the canned laughter to shut up, nothing worked - it only fueled his maniacal cackling. "Any LAST WORDS?" Ceres fell quiet, then opened her mouth to speak again, but he shouted over anything she would have…could have said. The womans back arched, and her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she felt it. Pain. Real pain. The woman didn’t think you could feel that here. Her cries loud and shrill echoed around them, sweat beaded down her face, mixed with tears and drool as she

"Well... The little white rabbit should be careful. This is no place for one." Ceres said simply, knowing full well she was looking for one just moments before. it didn't make hr statement any less true. The orange haired woman in front of her was full of smiles and giggles. She explained what a mask did. "I know, thats why I named myself cinnamon." Cers said brightly. It was a masquerade after all. Identities were supposed to be hidden. Unless your name was hidden. Then Ceres guessed that you already were Hidden. The woman blinked, realizing her thoughts were once again getting away from her.

Ceres blinked. She hadn't expected the lights above to listen to her - she hadn't expected them to flicker out then back on. It was entrancing. The magenta haired woman would stand stationary amidst the dancing couples on the dance floor, oblivious to the fact that she may be in the way. Marching to the beat of her own drum, always. like fireflies....She thought to herself. That is...if fireflies were shades of green and red and blue and white. They flickered off, and everything went dark and quiet. This alarmed the woman. Ceres being afraid of the dark. But it lasted only a moment, and she on

"W..wait no!" Ceres' hands snapped up to cover her ears when she heard him give a garbled scream, she didn't want to hurt him. "S-Stop! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" But nothing stopped. The tiny pools of lava still bubbled around her and the snake still tore and wriggled beneath his flesh. Ceres shut her eyes tight and burried herself into a ball. "I'm sorry...I'm sorrry... I'm sorry..." She kept repeating it over and over again, barely audible over his anguished screams. Whatever gumption she had, faded away into pleads. Ceres thought the man an asshole....but he didn't deserve to die because of it

"W-What?" Ceres looked at her empty hand as butterflies erupted from it. How? She looked to him with a questioning gaze. No. This had to be an illusion right? She was still holding onto it. RIght? Ceres would make a crunching motion with her hand, "Taft!" She'd shout. The smallest of names. She waited. Nothing.... "T-Taft!" Again she'd shout, in more panicked tones, but her release didn't come. What did... was everything she said. His mask began to melt off his face in globs. Teeth skittered about and pierced the skin of his arms, legs and hands. Her eyes widened as she took a step away from h