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Return to Wonderland	By : DemonicUrges Category: +A through F > Alice: Madness Returns Views: 6897 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own either American McGee's Alice, nor Madness Returns, and am not making a profit from it.

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Chapter Two: Old Times, New Times.

Alice had almost had enough of breaking teapots and battling awful little mini-Hatters before finally walking up to a giant horn. She could see even larger cogs, teapots and gears floating in the distance as well. Despite remembering how awful the Mad Hatter was from her last visit to Wonderland, he and his terrible tea parties, she knew she had to go on. Blowing into the horn, she summoned the cart that would take her further into the hellish Wonderland her mind had become.

Brunette locks blew around with the wind, as Alice narrowed her eyes a bit while being carried forward. "The Hatter's Domain. Almost as I remember it." She muttered to herself.

"Appearances, as you know better than most, can be deceiving, Alice." A familiar voice came as the Cat appeared before the woman's eyes. "Much has changed since your list visit."

Always ready for an argument with the Cheshire Cat and his almost always condescending advice, Alice replied. "Dr. Bumbly says that change is 'constructive,' that different is good." She said matter-of-factly as her argument.

The Cat's smile only curled more devilishly, giving a soft nod towards the woman he protected in his own way, but of course, had a reply of his own. "Different denotes neither bad nor good, but it certainly means 'not the same.' Find the Hatter, Alice." The cat emphasized, leaning in close towards the brunette's face, meaning business. "He knows more about 'different' than you."

The woman's arms were crossed. "But does he know more about the difference between bad and good?" She asked, just as suddenly the cart they were both in was being attacked by those awful cogflies that she hoped she wouldn't have to be bothered with again.

The Cat looked around, eyeing the flies before flicking his slitted eyes back towards the other being in the car. "Making friends, Alice? You're as randomly lethal and entirely confused as you ever were." He said sarcastically, sitting back up with an idle flick of his tail.

Alice scowled, looking away a bit. "I've managed without you so far, Cat. Return to whatever hovel's home to you. I'll call you, if I need you." She said, then slid her own eyes to look at him. Her words were always spiteful, but she did appreciate his help, even with how drippingly sarcastic it was.

The Cat rolled his eyes, and his smile stretched once more. "Predictably rash." He sighed. "It's not a question of 'if,' Alice, it's -when.- Now, hold on, and as they say, 'shut up.'" And with that, he vanished all but his smile, which only lingered a few extra moments longer than the rest of his body did, and he was gone.

The woman huffed. "So typical."

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After a rather 'smashing' entrance, and commenting about more graceful entrances, Alice had picked herself up, idly noticed the change in her outfit, knocking a bit on the underbust corset she now wore.

A feeling of comforting nostalgia, but crippling nervousness filled Alice's stomach as she realized what was ahead. Once again, she'd have to travel by pillars of steam. One miscalculation, and she's fall to her death. It's one thing to fall to one's own death in a dream and wake up in real life being quite alive, but Alice knew better than to think this was an option as she was currently making her way through her own head. She would have to be careful.

Making her way, steam pillar by steam pillar, the brunette also fought her way through the Hatter's Domain. Some of these new enemies were strange and foreign, and all the more potent. She especially hated those damned living tea kettles. They were especially dreadful.

Finally, she made her way into a room that was full of the mad mutters of a rather familiar voice. Alice blinked, however, seeing that the voice came from a head that wasn't attached to anything. This made her tilt her own head in return, confused.

"Hatter, I recall leaving you in a decrepit condition, but not in pieces..." She said, picking up the large man's head, eyeing his greenish complexion that hadn't changed, despite the rest of his body having done so.

The Mad Hatter's eyes snapped open, looking around to see who was picking up. "What, WHAT?! Oh, it's you."

Despite that he didn't seem the happiest to see her, Alice looked at the base of his head, curious. "What's happened here? You've lost your hat, and some... parts are missing."

Almost touched that Alice's concern over his hat was mentioned first, he looked at her from the corners of his eyes. "Missing, indeed. Though, things being what they are... I barely miss their missing. As to what's happened, you should know better than I! It's your place, after all. I know my place." But despite his rambling, his brows raised that suddenly the girl put his head back onto the shoulders of his lonely, limbless torso that was tossed haphazardly in the room.

The woman looked at his skeptically. "When did you ever know your place, or how to keep it?" She asked, locking his head into place. "Now, what's going on?" She asked, losing patience, a hand on her hip.

However, just before Hatter could answer, the awful, high-pitched screeching of a train sounded out from around them, and their surroundings shook.

Hatter's scared yelling did well to audibly express her own feelings.

"Ahhh!" He yelled. "That's what's going on. And around, and up, and down. In my ears, through my eyes, and up my nostrils, down my gullet and winding in my guts..." He rambled.

As though her own ramble, but to keep Hatter's attention on her, she commented; "Papa was exceedingly fond of trains. I don't like them much." With that, shared down into the Hatter's eyes.

He contined, nodding in agreement. "You won't like this one at all. Nothing like when Mock Turtle was in charge of the Looking Glass Line. This railroad's a blood shambles. The sting is ferocious! The light, blinding! The noise, hellacious! The-"

Alice interrupted, as she has liked to do so since she was a child in Wonderland, and things were much more innocent, then. "-Ah, Hatter. I get the idea: A Bad Train."

As Hatter used one of the cranks in the room to lift his head and torso from the ground to protect himself, he looked to Alice weepily, his voice cracking. "The world is upside down, Alice. The inmates run the asylum, er, no offense, and worst of all... I'm left TEA-LESS!" With that, his beady eyes under giant brows filled with tears.

Alice, not much caring for the latter of the tragedy, commented. "Tragic. If I do help, will you help me in return?"

Nodding enthusiastically, Hatter nodded. "Cross my heart! - If I had one. Find my limbs and toss them into the chute. Machines will do the rest. Be on your way now. That's a good girl. Best way out is through the Clock face!" He hinted and motioned with his large nose the way Alice should go.

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Alice made her away from the mad hatter, but sinking doubt curled in her stomach. She remembered her last meeting with him. How awfully he tortured the Dormouse and the March Hare. How they asked her to save them from the Hatter. [Or to bring them tea] He even had the Gryphon caged up, waiting to turn everyone into automatons. He was incredibly cruel then.

Had he changed? The only difference she could see is that he seemed to be more more frail, possible senile. But then again, it could just be his limbless state. If his madness was still anything like her own, Alice knew the Hatter was still incredibly lethal. He was always incredibly clever through that madness of his, and she knew that she had to be careful, even if he was a man, well, automaton, of his word. Sometimes...

Despite focusing on killing those blasted Ruin creatures and Teapots, Alice couldn't help but try and remember her past experiences with Wonderland. Her first visit as a child. She remembered how frustrated she was with the Hatter and his Madness, always confusing her. But despite that, when she'd come back times after that, even with how confusing he was, he was always kind to her. Even went out and taught her things. These things weren't the most conventional of life lessons, but they were things that she remembered more than her school lessons. After awhile, she looked up to him. She wanted to spend a lot of time with him, even after the odd teaparties he threw. That nostalgia made her a bit warmer on the inside as the thought about it, and even that made her think of when they shared tea and how warm it was filling her belly. Would her Wonderland ever return that way again? She had to find out about that terrible train if she ever wanted it to be remotely as it was.

As the woman made her way through the dangerous areas of the now-taken-over Hatter Dominion, she was a little sad to see that The March Hare and Dormouse had become just as cruel as she was just remembering the Hatter was. She didn't blame them, as they were once complete animals, but were now more machine, all due to the madman she was helping re-assemble. She didn't want to have to kill them, even hurt them a little. Luckily, despite they creating harm against her, she didn't have to. Cowards, both of them ran when they realized they may have to face her.

First, she assisted Hatter getting his legs back, then, his arms. It was time to see if he would uphold his end of the deal. Nervousness filled her form, even if her expression was steely. You can’t let your guard down around the Mad. The last hand sat the male’s massive hat upon his massive head, and even patted it for good measure. “I’ve finished my work and you’re complete, Hatter. Now, what about this ‘damnable’ train?” She asked, staring up at him, just as the Mad Hatter pulled himself from his hanging restraints and jumped down into a crouch.

“I feel like a new man! …or whatever I am. I feel like an unsprung spring, like an uncorrorded gear; like an untarnished bit of metal that sticks in your eye!” The Hatter ranted, his movements over-exaggerated in finally having his limbs back. Alice huffed. “Answer me, Hatter. I’m suffering. And changes here are a cause; or they’re a reflection. Or the effect. What’s going on? What are the new rules?” As she was speaking, Hatter’s teapot staff dropped down and he caught it without hesitation. He examined it, and for a moment it seemed his insanity focused, even if just a little. “The law is just… Just a whisper away. A way home to wonder… Wonder who… who knows how to measure rules… with a ruler… Cruel rules.” Alice’s interest was piqued at the beginning, but then she inwardly sigh. Another riddle from one of the many mad people here. “Idiot.” She snapped. “I should have left you in bits. Come. The least you can do is help me discover what’s going on.” She urged.

Just a moment passed, and Alice suddenly tilted her head back a moment, as the massive Hatter leaned down before her. Her heart raced. This could be the moment he backstabbed her as he had done in the past. He could attack her. But then, suddenly he merely rested two of his large fingers upon her shoulder, and nothing else. The girl looked at her shoulder in alarm, then back up at the man before her. Their eyes met, and for a moment she once again saw the Hatter she knew as a child, the Hatter before her mind’s corruption at the death of her family. His eyes, at least. Though they were focused in a way she had never seen with him before. “Alice.” He said. “Do you think Wonderland will ever be the same was it was?” This made the woman blink.

“That’s what I’m here to try and do, Hatter.” She said, just loud enough for him to hear. “I need to find out about that Hellish train, and who the new ruler of my Wonderland is. I…” She trailed off a bit. “I don’t know if it will ever return to what it was so long ago. When I was a little girl, and you still had a normal body. I don’t know if it can ever be mended back to that stage. But, I’m going to try, Hatter. I want my head to be back to what it was, and everyone in it.” A moment of silence passed, before Hatter spoke again. “I miss those times! I miss tea every day, whenever we wanted. When things weren’t complicated and you visited all the time.” He said. Alice’s heart and mind both felt a bit of a stab at that. She missed that, too.

Just as she opened her lips to ask him something, anything, more of what he may have remembered from those innocent times, he leaned down more and pressed himself against her. His head, taking up half her body, pressed against the side of her own, and a hand wrapped around her. It was odd, a creature his size trying to almost hug someone of her size. When she had thought he seemed frail and weakened before, this definitely highlighted that same feeling. “Hatter?” She asked, both a bit confused and disturbed. “How you’ve grown into a woman, Alice.” The Hatter muttered, and the woman felt his hand that was on her lower half grip her a bit. She didn’t like where this seemed to be heading. “Yes, that is is true Hatter, but no dawdling. We need to go.”

At this, pausing for just a moment and staring back down at her once again, the Hatter flipped Alice around with those same fingers that were on her shoulders just a few moments ago. Alice stumbled, eyes wide, but as she was about to summon the Vorpal sword in her hands, Hatter’s hand wrapped around her midsection, holding her tight as he lept upwards with his massively mechanical legs, sending them flying up into the air. She gasped, her mind reeling, still not sure what was going on for those few seconds. They crashed up through one of the many clockfaces, and then it was finally that the Hatter tossed the woman up onto his shoulder and they were making their way through his domain.

Blinking, Alice realized he hadn’t put her up on his shoulder immediately, as though making sure she wasn’t harmed by the glass of the clockface. She held onto his shoulder tight as he lept and ran, and felt her exhaustion start to take over a bit. He rested upon him, not sure how long it would take them to get to their objective. The Mad Hatter was obsessed with time, and also the lack of it. Infinity both infuriated and intrigued him. Again her thoughts floated up on their own as she rested as best she could against the automaton hybrid’s shoulder. Often times Hatter would carry her similar to this so long ago. When she had too much tea or too many sweets and would nap afterwards. He’d carry her to the nearest comfort, whether an actual seat or an especially soft mushroom. She remembered when dozing, often times he’d stay there with her. She gripped the top of his shoulder at this. She definitely didn’t like the feeling of that hug before, but she did miss having the friend that Hatter once was. How they all were.

Before long, Hatter touched down, and Alice moved ahead to investigate the area. It was good for her to search every inch of these areas, in case suddenly she remembered a part of her past she had previously hidden. As she made her way into a new area, Hatter came bounding up behind her after some muttering about cogs and wheels. “Courage, Alice! I’ll get this door open.” He said as he leapt to a massive door at the other side of the room, and motioned her to follow. Before doing so, however, she had to fight off those awful slime ruin creatures, muttering to herself as the Hatter did nothing to assist. At least during her fighting it seemed like he was working on getting the door open, not being completely useless. Just as she was running up, he got it open and she ran through behind him. However, there he was, at another door, staring at it in obvious thought. Once again, however, the ground and the world around them started to shake. Alice, stumbled, frantically looking around her. “This feels like an earthquake! What’s happening?!” He asked to the Hatter. “Do I really look like I know? Your judgement must be severely impaired.” Alice glared. That soft moment where she saw her old friend the Hatter was gone and it was replaced by his ever-dripping sarcasm.

“I am tired of this new Wonderland, not just because it hurts my skull, but because of how you’ve become, Hatter!” She snapped. She was losing her temper, which the Hatter was quite used to, so he ignored it at first. Alice made her way over to him, hands on her hips as he was trying to figure out the new door. “What do you want me to do about it, girl?” He asked, and suddenly stared down at her. “You’re the reason we’re all like this. You’re the reason we’re all in this mess in the first place.” He snapped back, and stopped to face her. Alice’s eyes widened a bit as their eyes met once again. His hand swiped and picked her up by her middle again, bringing her up to his face. “Don’t you see, Alice? I may have always been the Mad Hatter, but this has only gotten worse because of you! I don’t know what changed everything, don’t you?!”

The brunette struggled to get out of his grip. “No, Hatter! That’s why I’m here! I’m trying to find out what happened and how to fix it! Put me down this instant!” She struggled. Hatter shook his head. “No.” This stopped Alice suddenly, and stared at him. “If you try and kill me again Hatter, I will break you as I have before. You’ll wish you were still in parts as I found you.” She hissed, eyes narrowing, unsure of what this was all about. “I’m not going to try and kill you again, silly girl.” Hatter said. “But I have to wonder, is this all because you’re not a little girl anymore? You’re a growing woman. Is that it? Is that why we’ve grown so grotesque? Was the old Wonderland too childish for you?” He demanded, shaking her a bit.

“Hatter, I don’t see how that has anything to do with it! This all started with my family-“ She tried to explain, but the Hatter just narrowed his eyes. “I don’t believe you, Alice! I don’t believe you for one second, minute, or hour! Is this what this all is? You’re a woman now, so you have womanly needs? Is that it?!” He asked, and with his other hand gripped her lower half as it had before. Alice did –not- like this. “Hatter. You put me down this instant. Do you hear me?” She snapped.

“I’m mad, not deaf.” He replied, and started to lift up her dress. “I don’t have the parts required anymore, I got rid of them long ago. Too obsessed with time and tea to care.” He said, and glanced up the woman’s dress regardless. “HATTER.” Alice said, struggling in his drip. “STOP THAT, AND PUT ME DOWN!” She screamed, her legs kicking as she flailed about. “What happens to Wonderland if you get what you may need, without wanting it?” He said, bulgy eyes flicking up to stare at her. “Will it get better? I don’t think it can get worse. Can it? Maybe? Maybe not.” He rambled, and his other hand moved to slide up between her legs, a finger pressing up between her thighs. Her kicking was useless against someone so much larger than she was. His gloved fingers started to rub up against her, back and forth against her, grinding it up against her. Alice had started to scream steadily, and shouting obscenities towards the Mad Hatter. The worst part about the ordeal is that he stared at her like she was one of his experiments, like he was testing a theory on whether this would work to his advantage, and if his hypothesis was correct. His finger started to rub at her differently, probing at her through her panties. It’s large size was sloppy, but was successful at making that same sensation happen as when the Duchess had her way with her, as she could feel that it was starting to make a tingling feeling, as it was starting to stimulate her. She couldn't bare something like this again. She hated that she could feel her clit start to throb. Alice couldn't let this happen again. What happened with her body needed to be her choice, not just what her body allowed. She was tired of not knowing her own mind at all. His rubbing became more frequent, faster, grinding against her harder.

“No. No. NO. NO. NONONONO!” Alice suddenly screamed, and felt her frail sanity break. She was entering into her own hysteria. Time seemed to slow, and the sound of her own screaming made her head feel like it was going to split open. But at least she gained strength, and suddenly kicked out at Hatter, joggling her just loose enough that she shoved the heel of her shoe hard into his eye, causing him also to flail and suddenly drop her. Her focus was blurred, and she was about to take out his legs when the earthquakes started again, and suddenly that hellish train came into her view. It was horrible, looking like it was coming straight from Hell. Her mind’s focus came back, as she gawked in horror, almost forgetting that the Hatter was still right there. It wasn’t she heard the maddening, cracking whine of the voices of the Dormouse and March Hare that she realized she had more dangerous things to deal with. “You’ll never stop us silly Hatter and Alice! It’s left. You’re too later!” Their laughter made her realize indeed, the train sped by so fast and she was so out of focus she missed that damned train. Hatter was also back to being distracted from the violation he was just trying to cause to Alice, shaking in rage. “The insolence, the arrogance, the execrable table manners! They are destroyers of Wonderland! Defilers, demuters, derangers! Delightful…” He rambled on, but Alice’s eyes were narrowed in continued rage. “Did they actually create that infernal train to destroy Wonderland?” She muttered, mostly to herself. Hatter, shook his head. “What does that matter? They deserve to die!” But it was before wither of them could say anything next, a sweeping hook came and picked up the Mad Hatter by his spinal gear, and took him away. “Enough talk, Battle time, Missy!” Then Alice knew, a battle was about to be had. Or so she thought.

Willing herself, and unable to help but step back at the massive machina holding the Dormouse and March Hare came into view, she prepared herself, summoning her own vorpal sword to whatever was about to happen. But even before the battle could begin, it ended with the machine breaking down on itself, crushing the two within it and spitting out their torn bodies before Alice and the Hatter. “No!” My precious domain! And the guests! All I really wanted was another tea party!” The Hatter cried as he tried to pick up the bodies of his former friends. All around them, Hatter’s domain was falling apart suddenly. Alice’s glare intensified. “Please, Hatter. You promised. Where is that train going? What’s its purpose? Tell me. NOW.” She needed to get that information, before they all had to run to escape. The Hatter strugged her off. “There’s no time for… whatever it is you want to talk about! It’s time for tea! Talk trains with Turtle, he ran the Looking Glass Line.” Alice scowled. Hatter picked up a tea cup to the March Hare’s dead mouth. “Come on, you lot. We can still be friends. I’ve got a fine Darjeeling. Drink! Drink!” He laughed as everything around them was falling apart.

Alice pleaded now. “My memories are shattered. I’m trying to collect the pieces and now I believe the train impedes me. You must help me, Hatter. After all you’ve done, and you promised!” She yelled above the rising chaos. Hatter looked at her like an annoyance. “Ask the one who helps them what helps themselves! Whoever that is-“ But before he could finish, a massive beam came down upon the Mad Hatter, silencing them. Alice felt no remorse at this point. “Very pithy. He deserved to die. And I’m about to drown in tea… in ignorance!” She yelled as she realized the platform beneath her was lowering into the tea.
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