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Into wonderland part 3
5 years ago
All of this is prone to change
When Luna woke up from her dip in the odd liquid, she was back in the odd dimension she had woken up in once before, in the bed Narrator had put her in before. She vaguely remembered the room, the canopy bed, but she had assumed she’d imagined it or that it was from a dream, so she was more than a little confused at being back in the curious place. Nonetheless, this time she knew better than to ask anyone she met after getting up. So, she was cautious when peeking out into the hallway, stepping out when she saw nobody around.
The hallway was rather quiet, stretching in one direction until the walls stopped and the flooring turned into a catwalk that two staircases led to from the first floor. The other direction led to a corner, which Luna peeked around and saw an opening, a small sort of sitting area that cut into the hallway and was decorated with chairs and a few tables, a few colorful paintings, and a clock that spun so fast the ebony-haired girl could barely see the hands. The hall continued on the other side of the space, stretching for a while before another turn.
Listening carefully for any signs of life, Luna could hear the sounds of people talking across the opening space. Part of her knew better, it was best not to question the people she found, they could be like that bipedal cat creature and smack her over the head with a hammer. However, at the same time, she wanted answers to both the questions she had before and the new questions that were forming, like what this place was. Because of that curiosity, she was quickly slinking her way across the sitting area towards the voices that drifted from an open door, just catching the first bits of conversation, just snippets of words. They were talking too quietly for her to really hear them until she got to that side of the room and was close enough to hear into the first room down the hall.
“What do we do? I want these ideas, but I don’t know how to mix them in as things are now.” A woman said, her companion humming,
“Maybe we can try to rewrite some stuff? Edit how things work to mix them in?” A second, male, voice suggested, but the woman groaned,
“I can’t, these characters are already developed in this world, I can’t just throw it out for a second time, that’d get annoying for the characters.” the woman sighed, and when Luna cautiously looked into the room she saw a blonde woman in a blue dress standing in front of a cork board of papers with that bipedal cat creature in a purple tailcoat with a bow on his neck and tail from her first time in this weird place. “I don’t know what to do, I don’t have enough to make a whole new story for this, and I don’t want to throw it away…” the blonde woman said dejectedly, the thin-fingered cat creature pat her back. He went to say something, but as he was about to, Luna made the mistake of blowing a strand of stray hair out of her face, which made Narrator’s ears perk up and his tail droop while the blonde looked to him with tension in her...Pink? Eyes. Luna couldn’t really see them well enough to fully see.
“Alice, there’s someone here,” he said, his tail low. The two fell silent, allowing Luna to hear how fast her heart was now thundering in her chest. It felt like her blood was both cold and hot at the same time, fear made Luna’s thoughts buzz like a swarm of bees as the creature looked back at her.
The cat’s amethyst eyes narrowed and his ears went flat when he saw the girl, and the blonde, Alice, squeaked and bolted from view to hide when the creature spotted Luna. That was the point where Luna decided her curiosity was not worth death, so the ravenette bolted back down the hallway, the last thing she heard aside from the rush of blood in her ears was an unholy yowl like a terrified, dying cat, then repeated thumping and dragging, something was coming after her.
She could hardly see where she was going, her eyes were darting around wildly, unfocused as her primal terror carried her down the hall, across the catwalk, and down the opposite hallway. The thumping and dragging continuing after her, now accompanied by a ghostly giggle that seemed uncomfortably close behind her, just like the breath that she could feel against her back as she ran. The only thing that saved Luna from what she was sure would’ve been a painful death was when her foot went through the floorboards and was followed by the rest of her body. After a painful minute, she was back in the suffocatingly thick ink, no longer able to feel hot breath against her back or hear the thumping and dragging of whatever she dared not look upon while she had run like a scared rabbit. Instead, she was falling through the same goop she’d been in before, barely able to breathe, barely able to see the books, toys, and tile pieces that went by through the potent panic. Then, she sat upright in a new bed.
When Luna woke up from her dip in the odd liquid, she was back in the odd dimension she had woken up in once before, in the bed Narrator had put her in before. She vaguely remembered the room, the canopy bed, but she had assumed she’d imagined it or that it was from a dream, so she was more than a little confused at being back in the curious place. Nonetheless, this time she knew better than to ask anyone she met after getting up. So, she was cautious when peeking out into the hallway, stepping out when she saw nobody around.
The hallway was rather quiet, stretching in one direction until the walls stopped and the flooring turned into a catwalk that two staircases led to from the first floor. The other direction led to a corner, which Luna peeked around and saw an opening, a small sort of sitting area that cut into the hallway and was decorated with chairs and a few tables, a few colorful paintings, and a clock that spun so fast the ebony-haired girl could barely see the hands. The hall continued on the other side of the space, stretching for a while before another turn.
Listening carefully for any signs of life, Luna could hear the sounds of people talking across the opening space. Part of her knew better, it was best not to question the people she found, they could be like that bipedal cat creature and smack her over the head with a hammer. However, at the same time, she wanted answers to both the questions she had before and the new questions that were forming, like what this place was. Because of that curiosity, she was quickly slinking her way across the sitting area towards the voices that drifted from an open door, just catching the first bits of conversation, just snippets of words. They were talking too quietly for her to really hear them until she got to that side of the room and was close enough to hear into the first room down the hall.
“What do we do? I want these ideas, but I don’t know how to mix them in as things are now.” A woman said, her companion humming,
“Maybe we can try to rewrite some stuff? Edit how things work to mix them in?” A second, male, voice suggested, but the woman groaned,
“I can’t, these characters are already developed in this world, I can’t just throw it out for a second time, that’d get annoying for the characters.” the woman sighed, and when Luna cautiously looked into the room she saw a blonde woman in a blue dress standing in front of a cork board of papers with that bipedal cat creature in a purple tailcoat with a bow on his neck and tail from her first time in this weird place. “I don’t know what to do, I don’t have enough to make a whole new story for this, and I don’t want to throw it away…” the blonde woman said dejectedly, the thin-fingered cat creature pat her back. He went to say something, but as he was about to, Luna made the mistake of blowing a strand of stray hair out of her face, which made Narrator’s ears perk up and his tail droop while the blonde looked to him with tension in her...Pink? Eyes. Luna couldn’t really see them well enough to fully see.
“Alice, there’s someone here,” he said, his tail low. The two fell silent, allowing Luna to hear how fast her heart was now thundering in her chest. It felt like her blood was both cold and hot at the same time, fear made Luna’s thoughts buzz like a swarm of bees as the creature looked back at her.
The cat’s amethyst eyes narrowed and his ears went flat when he saw the girl, and the blonde, Alice, squeaked and bolted from view to hide when the creature spotted Luna. That was the point where Luna decided her curiosity was not worth death, so the ravenette bolted back down the hallway, the last thing she heard aside from the rush of blood in her ears was an unholy yowl like a terrified, dying cat, then repeated thumping and dragging, something was coming after her.
She could hardly see where she was going, her eyes were darting around wildly, unfocused as her primal terror carried her down the hall, across the catwalk, and down the opposite hallway. The thumping and dragging continuing after her, now accompanied by a ghostly giggle that seemed uncomfortably close behind her, just like the breath that she could feel against her back as she ran. The only thing that saved Luna from what she was sure would’ve been a painful death was when her foot went through the floorboards and was followed by the rest of her body. After a painful minute, she was back in the suffocatingly thick ink, no longer able to feel hot breath against her back or hear the thumping and dragging of whatever she dared not look upon while she had run like a scared rabbit. Instead, she was falling through the same goop she’d been in before, barely able to breathe, barely able to see the books, toys, and tile pieces that went by through the potent panic. Then, she sat upright in a new bed.
