dear_mun | Canon is American McGee's Alice

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Canon is American McGee's Alice

It amazes me how you just assume I want to play in a game. Frankly. I'm tired of games.

Though I don't think you much care about how I feel, Puppeteer. For if you did, you would be considerate to my state of mind. Which you are not. Why would anyone want to place me in a game with people who are perfectly sane?

I'm unstable. Broken. That doesn't stop you. Tell me, Puppeteer, how mad are you? How impossibly broken is your mind? Let us see your ruins of a Wonderland. Or are you afraid of what we might find there?

Useless.

Might as well be talking to myself but even then I get an answer. The least you could do is find that grinning cat. His voice might be a comfort.

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Aw come on Alice, it could be worse! Games are at least better then being bored and alone!

I think it is a given that they are more insane than even the most unstable of us.

A stranger who knows my name. I wonder if I should be surprised by this or not. [Alice crosses her arms.]

Games can be entertaining or, in most of my experience, can hold valuable information. Why a simple game of chess could mean life or death.

*giggle*

Aw sorry, I didn't mean to be rude.

*Over elaborate curtsey*

I'm Red, and I know a version of you very well~

So I just saw you and thought I'd pop by to say hello! Hello!

Insanity is in the eye of the beholder. Like beauty it varies.

Though I agree with you. Puppeteers, such as mine, would benefit with some time at Rutledge Asylum.

Red? A version of myself? I know a Red as well. Though she is or.. was.. a version of myself. But she had since changed.

At any rate I must ask are you in any relation to the Red queen?

Pft, that stuffy bat? Hardly.

I'm Red as in "Red Riding Hood" and you're very different from the Alice in my world, but I like you better.

Though to be clear, the one I mentioned before that I'm close to? She's more like you then the one from my world. It's all very confusing. But you're used to confusion right?

Confusion is no stranger to me.

Though multiple versions of myself is a little alarming. Tell me, Red, is this anything I should be concerned about? Anything that I should be worrying over?

But how do you know everyone else isn't mad too?

I don't think you broken or useless.

I don't know if the others aren't mad or if they are. But I am not one to judge either.

I, myself, am broken. Never really healed not after what was done to me. Not after what was taken away. Though it is my burden to carry and no one else.

Or we believe it does from a place of insanity. I can admit to my own, after all.

Oh sure!

I guess the main thing I would tell you is well...you're your own worst enemy. You may not think much of yourself but you really are something special. Something amazing. And if you drag yourself down by forgetting that...well, try and remember me alright? Because I don't just think you're amazing, I know it.

I look into those dark chaos filled eyes and I just *Giggle blush* Well perhaps some other time. Either way it's important you know that.

Well that's a change. In my experience the mad seldom fully admit to it. They usually insist on their sanity.

As for me. I am no stranger to being on the edgy of losing my marbles.

You seem so sure I am an amazing person. Yet. I haven't the slightest clue who you are.

Where I'm from people don't think highly of me. Only in wonderland have I ever found people who think I'm amazing. I don't know the me you know. But she must have had some great effect on you.

You can say that again~

[Moves closer casually as if they are already friends]

I'm not quite normal myself you know? My world was falling apart before something took me away from it all. I thought I'd lost my mind really. But Alice, my Alice. She made me feel OK with it. Let me know I wasn't crazy...at least not in the bad way.

[And now she steals a peck on the cheek]

So you could say I admire you...her...whatever.

That I'm a bit mad doesn't mean I'm wrong. Sadly most can't see through to that logic.

Which isn't good knowing what I do about so many games and what they put us through.

But my dear, what if she only wants to help you? After all, I would think that sane company would do much more for your state of mind than the company of your fellow fools.

Then again, my knowledge of psychology is embarrasingly rudimentary at best.

I'm not sure I would like to be apart of any game. It all seems rather pointless and rather time consuming.

Time that I don't have, if I may add.

Though I don't see any way out of it. I have no control ovet my own whereabouts. It makes the fight for wonderland amount to nothing.

[Alice gives her a look after the kiss on the cheek. No one has ever done that before.] Though your words are kind and your acquaintance appreciated. I must remind you I am not your Alice.

However similar we may be, we are not the same. [she scoots away.]

I don't engage in such activities.

[Laughs out loud again]

Yeah she was exactly like that when we met. I think the only difference so far between you two is she had this mentor that kinda put her on a different path. Now she's totally into fighting evil and darkness wherever it may hide.

[Dismissive handwave]

The important thing is you don't forget.

Not to mention designed entirely for ruining lives and plans.

Even ones involving Wonderland.

My puppeteer is of the male verity so I'm doubtful if his intent is pure. But those of puppeteers rarely are no matter what the sex.

[And he titters in response, the most condescending kind of titter imaginable.]

My, I suppose my own prejudices are showing! My utmost apologies to the no doubt upstanding gentleman keeping you prisoner against your will... for I must admit, my own jailer has been very forthcoming with his intentions for me! He may have deprived me of my freedom, but I at least know what he wants. Now, out of curiosity...

What would you presume yours want, that he cannot even share openly?

Why... couldn't you heal, Miss Alice?

The only mentor I have is a bullying cat and the only evil I fight is the one the resides in my own mind. [This other version of herself seems odd to her. But it does strike her curiosity.]

I won't forget. I've learned my lesson about forgetting.

I haven't the slightest idea on what my plans are. I just know that bringing me to somewhere unfamiliar isn't very productive.

What do you know of Wonderland? [That is weird thing to say. As if he knows what Wonderland is.]

You're a version of myself. A version who is very young and one that I can recognize.

Things have transpired in my that left me both very sad and very alone. For a long time I couldn't come to terms with them. Still I have trouble accepting what had took place.

But you do not have to worry about such things, Young Alice.

He doesn't want anything other to play along with me. As if I were some kind of mindless doll. Simply placed here for his entertainment.

As for plans, he plans to apply to a game called Scorched. Beyond that he doesn't have anything in mind. Going with the flow? I think that's the expression he used.

Sounds like you're on the right path to me! I mean it won't be an easy life, but then again it never has been has it? And easy lives are boring to begin with.

I don't think that is the goal, sadly enough.

I know that before I was cursed it was my prison, constantly seeking a way out of that damned place and back to my daughter.

My, such a simple plan... I must admit I cannot see where your distrust of him stems. I have known some who send their pups to hellish death-worlds, others into places of unspeakable debauchery. Why, in comparison to such plans his seem almost tame.

I'm not so young! I'm seven and a half! [She's not a baby after all.]

But... you don't have to be sad or lonely. Couldn't I stay with you?

An easy life is a luxury, I have not known for some time. [Though boring, she wants to be someone who could be considered normal. Though she does she what happens to people who let their wonderlands go.]

As for you. Your land. You say it is also falling apart. How so?

Cursed? [Alice is unsure if she's ever seen another actual human in Wonderland. But at times the place is a prison.] A prison. I've done my best, sir, to restore Wonderland to it's beautiful state.

Although I've never met someone else who's traveled there. As for your daughter I am sure even the most beautiful of lands can be a prison without her. I know the loss of family and do not wish it upon my greatest of enemies.

I too was once seven and a half. [And very much like the young girl before her.]

But I'm sure you have a family who awaits your return. A mother and father who loves you. A sister who reads silly books without any pictures. That is where you belong.

Not with someone who has so much recovering to do.

His history resides in a place called Atia. A small island who's inhabitants are forced to wear collars that will choke them if they do not complete acts of the sexual nature.

He is no angel. Tame however he is. I don't trust a puppeteer who has such a past.

Oh well, long story.

I guess the short version is zombies, you know the walking dead? They're infecting all the living creatures, even creatures made of food or steel, turning them into mindless killing machines. It was just me and a friend trying to track down the source and destroy it but...well even if we figure out what caused it there's not much left to save.

I already had to put down my Granny, and my former best friend. It's a real mess.

[Weak smile]

So you can see where a girl like me might go a little...nutty.

[Wink blows a kiss]

But couldn't I help you recovering? My family would understand.

Beautiful state? [He snorted, looking amused in a mildly terrified way.] When people are beheaded and plant eating mazes hide people trapped in boxes? Or is that all which you're trying to stop? If you're seeking to unseat the queen, I wish you the best of luck.

It is not merely without her. I was stranded there after a bitch with a complex tricked me and has now stolen the hat, which is my only way out of Wonderland when the curse is broken. A curse let me out and breaking it will save everyone and leave me trapped once more.

... A wise choise, my lady. Such a mundane can only have the very most sordid plans in mind.

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