A private RP betwixt Wicked and death by bunniez



Backstory: When she left Wonderland and returned to the "real world" she spoke of her adventures. Eventually her parents committed to an asylum because she insisted the other world was real. Because she was not dangerous they gave her grounds privileges and one day she strayed further and further from the nuthouse and a white rabbit caught her eye. She felt compelled to follow it. Alice does not exactly remember all this. She feels a sense of abandonment when she thinks of her parents but everything else is like a dream and wonderland is the reality.

Please note this is not meant to be
a variant of the new Alice in Wonderland movie. With respect to Johnny Depp my Hatter is not ghoulish and ghastly. He does not have florescent orange hair!

................................................the Hatter (with “help” from the dormouse) has announced his love of Alice. She is unsure how to proceed but is not appalled at the idea. The Hatter is one of the few things she remembers from the old days and she feels... something. A storm approaches and they will need shelter. Hatter tells he has a house and expresses a wish to make it a home. She smiles and takes his hand. They are on the path toward the flower patch…

" Oh no your shoe is covered in mud! " but when she heard his laugh, she knew everything was okay. " Well.. i see you don't mind that do you. " Alice giggled a little herself. The forest of mushrooms soon ended, and garden of flowers was now there. The flowers oddly enough moved, and she remember the song they song. She began to hum the song to herself as she walked on. The flowers over heard and began to sing louder. " Heh.. well this is something else i kind of remember. "

"Careful sweet Alice.. these flowers are not what they seem." A nearby daffodil huffed at that and a moment later a large raindrop landed on one of her petals. The Hatter stumbled to find the right words "Of course they are lovely. Anyone can see.. but how shall I say this?" The Hatter hoped to say the right thing, or he and Alice were in for a very trying time "The flowers are very delicate" he said that word with feeling hoping that Alice might pick up on it, "they must be treated kindly."

The daffodil seemed pleased but a tiny snapdragon nipped at his ankles and he yelped. "Let's uh.. continue toward the house." They could see it now. It was very... modest. Just this side of being a hovel. The thatched roof could stand to be replaced but it was better than standing about outside.

Alice covered her mouth quickly. " I simply forgot that part i am sorry. " Alice pulled him along until they reach the old little house. " Well lets get out of the storm.. " She said, pushing the little gate open to walk down the stone patch. It wasn't just a couple of raindrops now, dozens and dozens were now pouring from the sky.

The Hatter held tight to his Alice and laughed. He leaned in and breathed along her ear so the flowers would not hear, "No harm done just be wary. Dreadful drating flowers would love nothing more than to bury us in the dirt and see what grows." He pulled away laughing again. "Let's go inside. Shall we?"

Alice turned red, feeling his breathe grace her ear " Your laughing at me. " Alice shyly said, as she wonder would she grow if she was buried in dirt in a garden that lives unlike real living flowers. She puzzled herself, but ignored it as she was told to go inside. She pushed the door open, oddly it wasn't locked. " Only you wouldn't lock your door.. " Alice smiled and pulled him inside.

Laughing at Alice? The very idea made him giggle. Which was admittedly ironic. He was about to explain himself that he only laughed to divert the attention of the vindictive flora but then she said only HE would not lock his door. Somehow this made his heart swell. It felt like an overinflated balloon. He still could not believe she would regard him so warmly and then.. THEN she pulled him into the hovel-house. His feet actually left the ground. It wasn't that she pulled him so hard. Rather that he was already very nearly floating.

The hovel-house was filled to bursting with waistcoats, corsets, pantaloons and other fabulous fashions. Aside from the perilously stacked piles of books there wasn't much too it. "Well. That's um.. ah.. this is... well... anyway the roof should hold and" He smiled sheepishly "I'll find you a chair." He tossed aside a small mountain of clothing and presented a tufted cushioned chair. A rumble of thunder sounded in the distance. Or maybe it was just the Queen grumbling again. A nervous bit of laughter bubbled out at the thought.

Alice wonder around the room filled with all the clothes, she fiddled through a couple piles. Hatter had a bunch of neat things, and she had her torn up black dress. A sigh passed her lips as she ruffled the side of her dress. " Did doesn't bother me.. " She spoke, taking her time to look around the hovel-house before sitting. She picked up one of the books near by, flipping it open there was no printing but hand writing instead. " oh.. " She whispered, placing it back down. His journal was his, she wasn't going to be rude and read it.

Finally she sat on the little chair, glancing up at hatter. But when she heard the thunder, her face changed to a look of fear. One of the most things she hated, and was very much afraid of.

He flew to her side. The fear in her eyes was like an icepick to the heart. He made soothing "shhh" noises and tried to comfort her. Before he could stop himself he was running his fingers through her hair still making the shushing sounds and telling her everything would be alright. "I could read you one of my poems.." His voice was so soft when he said it that she might not have heard.

Alice already had buried her face into his chest when he arrived to her side. For some reason, she felt safe there. So gently she wrapped her arms around him and would stay until the storm left wonderland. Ever sense she was a child she was scared of the thunder but never had anyone to feel safe with. Only the covers kept her safe, but now hatter was here holding her. " i would really like that.. " She mumbled against his chest, hopefully he understood.

He nodded. Though she could not see this.
Perhaps she felt his chin nuzzle the top of her head when he did.. "I have one committed to memory.
I needn't read it because it is seared in my heart." The Hatter recited the following.


"Gone is she.
The one so sweet.
Tea without sugar
Coffee without cream

They tell me shuffled off in a deck of cards.
Where is she now? Ask the stars...
They won't tell you anything.
They can not speak.
Gone is she.
The one so sweet."



He licked his suddenly dry lips. And asked something he had been avoiding, "Where did you go Alice?"

a couple tears fell from her eyes, why no reason. It touched her heart a little to hard and it made her realize she didn't just leave the one place that felt real, but the one person that really cared. That really 'loved' her, you could say. " That was beautiful... " She whisper her face now facing his, her teary eyes staring at him.
"... they took me away. And brought me back to the world i hated so much. " But she didn't remember they. " i didn't want to leave.. but they forced me. They told me i would ruin everything... But i ended up doing so anyway. " Alice pulled away from him, glancing down at her lap where a few more tears came down. " Maybe if you didn't know me, your friends would still be here.. "

Friends? What friends.. "Alice. We met only briefly and I loved you completely." If he weren't careful he would start rhyming in endlessly. It was very hard to stop waxing poetic once he started, "That you touched me so deeply darling. That you touched me so deeply proves no one here mattered. Not really."

He cleared his throat and thought very hard about NOT rhyming. "The Hare was dreadful company and a little bit abusive. He liked to hit me over the head with plates. When he left I was kind of glad. At first. Then I missed the sound of his voice. Even if all he really did was yell at me.. at least he was were yelling AT me."

Alice didn't understand that's what they told her. But she didn't know who it was that told her, or if anyone told her anything. " This isn't a dream right? ... " Alice asked, that's what is was last time a dream. She remembered. Her eyes darted back to his and her hand pressed to his cheek. " You still look the same.. but i haven't been here in forever. "
Alice knew she had feelings for the hatter, some memories were coming back. Like after wonderland, when she was back with her family; ' Even though he was Mad, and wore that goofy hat. I kind of liked him, silly isn't crushing on what your told is a dream.' That is what she told one of her doctors. And that wasn't said only once..

" Well Hatter, i wont abuse you. Never will i lay a hand on you to hurt you.. " quickly she pulled her hand away from his face.

The warmth of her hand was gone almost as quickly as it had been given. "A dream? Who can say.. if feels real enough" He gazed into her eyes. Her haunted, haunted eyes "What is reality, really? I should think anyone who claimed to know for certain would be madder than anyone could ever say I was." He wasn't certain this would be the right thing to say but he hoped the words offered her some solace. He wanted to chase away the ghosts the shadowed her face.

Alice looked at him once again rubbing at her cheek that was stained with tears. " Well if this is my reality, i am here to stay. Because the reality i belong to didn't want me anyway. " She leaned her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes. " Hopefully are feelings are just as real. " Her eyes close tightly, then she quickly open them. Hatters clothes still covered the room and his arms still wrapped around her. If this was a dream; she would enjoy all that she could. But somewhere deep in her heart, she knew it wasn't.

A flower tapped on the window. He flinched when Alice jumped, startled. "Shh shh shh hush dearest. Nothing to worry about." He grudgingly left her embrace and stalked to the window "What do you WANT you blasted daffodil!?!" The words escaped his mouth before he thought about the consequence. The response from all the other flowers was deafening. A clamor of things like "Are you going to let him speak to you this way" and "Did he SAY that?"

Chillingly though the tiny buttercup's voice was a pale imitation the words, "Off with their heads" hung in the air. The other flowers giggled and agreed. "Yes! OFF WITH THEIR HEADS."

The angry in Hatters voice frightened Alice, the the taunting 'off with their heads' scared her even more. It repeated it over and over again in her head. Her body became stiff, and her face looked like she had been stunned. " No No.. " She shook her head back and forth. Maybe she was crazy if she was picturing a person in a red dress copping off her head.

Her head fell into her hands and she whined the words again. " No no, not my head.. "

"Alice oh Alice forgive me." He knelt beside her, "I wasn't thinking." A chill crept up his spine. "We have to leave. They will whisper to every flower in the forest and those flowers will whisper to the roses in her garden." He fairly sobbed, "I fear there may be no safe place for us in all of Wonderland now."

" The queens garden yes? " Alice asked, trying to get the thoughts out of her head. But they kept repeating themselves. " i forgot about her.. But i still want to stay with you. Here. " She mumbled. Alice wrapped her arms around him, not wanting him to be sadden like her. " We need to find a place to be safe. And you know wonderland better then i do Darling Hatter. "

Darling! She called him darling. For a moment he felt as though he could stand against all the Queen's army but that feeling faded all too fast. The Hatter was clever though. "We can't stay here not near these flowers but my dear.." he motioned around the room, "I've a hovel full of clothes. We could disguise ourselves and hide in plain sight. Pick out something you like but we won't change until we are far from the flower patch."

Alice could see that the darling went right to his head. She saw his eyes brighten with glee. And that made her smile, because she meant it. " Wonderful idea.. " She leaned in to him but instead she got nervous and gave him a simple gentle hug then quickly shot up to find something to wear.
She rummaged through his things until she found this pretty black corset, and a pair of black suit pants to go along with it. She was use to dresses, but pants would bother her much.. she hoped. A black suit jack with the long back lay close by. She grinned when she found his set of hats. " i love them.. " She picked the purple top hat and put it on her head.
" How's it look.. ? "

The hatter swallowed thickly and found himself unable to speak for a moment. In all his wildest fevered dreams he never imagined Alice in one of his hats. She was such a vision! He found himself gently reaching out to her but stopped himself for fear of impropriety. He fussed with the buttons on his jacket and mumbled something about "it.. suits you. Yes. Very nice. I think it will do."

He turned his attention to a pile of clothing and silently kicked himself. It will do..? She's stunning! The milk white line of her neck, her delicate earlobe and the curve of her lips.. enough to make ANY hatter madder than mad. On the heels of that thought.. it occurred to him that the best disguise for a hatter would be very much lacking a hat. It gnawed at something deep within him. It chewed up and spit out his very sense of self. Before he knew it he slumped onto the pile of clothes and began to wail. The anguished sound that escaped his lips while he lie face down in that pile of clothes was a terrible thing.

It will do. Thouse few words puzzled Alice deeply, why of all things would he say it will do. Alice figured he'd say something along the lines of your beautiful, stunnning. But no, nothing like that. A slight sigh passed her lips when he glanced into the mirror. " I would figure he'd enjoy it that i looked a little like him... i look mad as all heck, Just like a hatter should! " She mumbled under her breath, fusing around with the pockets on the shirt.

But then out of the corner of her eye she saw hatter in a pile of clothes. And once she heard the cry of the hatter. She titled her head confused for a moment then rushed to his side, wrapping her arms around him. "What's wrong dear hatter.. Why do you cry? " She asked, the sweet voice spilled from her lips and slipped into his right ear. Her chin leaned onto his shoulder as she pulled him close to her. " Tell me why you seem so upset " Her voice spoke again to him, but much softer, gentle. Like a mother talking to her child.

The hatter hushed the moment she came near. Oh that his Alice would see him in such a state!!
He was terribly embarrassed but she needed to know what troubled him so “I’ve been the hatter so long…
not sure who I am without a hat on my head.” a bitter laugh, before he continued “ I know that sounds silly but it’s who I am, Alice. It’s who I am. The hatter.” All the while that he laid out his identity crisis for her, he had been unconsciously snuggling up against her.

“But it‘s the perfect disguise. A hatter without a hat but.. oh no!”
he stiffened as another terrible thought flew into his head, he pulled back from her embrace
and began to pace all around the hovel “Heavens! What will you even call me? My name is…”
he stopped pacing and hung his head low. Mumbled something that sounded like “horrible.”