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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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Alice’s concern was valid. She had returned to her actual world after her near tea-drowning, only to suddenly find herself back in Wonderland again shortly thereafter. She had found her old friend the Mock Turtle, only after making her way through a frozen wasteland. She shivered, her dress not exactly insulating her much. But she assisted Turtle in fighting their way through the waters, but still crashed. She was curious as to how she was able to breathe the water without having to follow Turtle’s bubble trail as with her last visit, but seeing as how her outfit had changed once again, she wondered if that was related. No matter. She was alive as far as she knew, and could breathe, so she had to move on.

Unlike the hellish area of Hatter’s Domain, and the hell-frozen-over ice domain, Alice liked being in the water. It was nice to be able to swim, just having to avoid the occassional deadly jellyfish or evil clams that provided an instant death if you remained in their clutches for too long. Following the Turtle’s suggestions, she knew she had to make her way to the Carpenter. She remembered him from her childhood, as well as that gluttonous walrus, but her memories on them were still very vague. She followed the signs to the theatre, asking for directions from the occasional fish when she felt lost.

Finally, the theatre. From a distance Alice could see the blob of fat called the Walrus sleeping away, but up came to her the tall redhead that was the Walrus’ accomplis, the Carpenter. Looking around theatre, the woman was amazed. It was all so beautiful, but yet the Cat’s warnings of wicked underneathe civility sat at the back of her mind. Then, outcame the redhead that she had come to know in her Wonderland, and was taken a bit aback at how he didn’t actually look as bad as she thought he’d be transformed to. Eyeling the lack of shirt under his suspenders, her eyes raised to his face as he noticed her. “Ah! Alice! Delighted to see you again, my dear. Your arrival is filled with fortune-ality itself.” He leaned backa bit, his hammer and other arm waving in his ever-eccentric manner. Alice arched an eyebrow. “Really? I… didn’t even know-” She said, not quite expecting flattery, either. “Never mind.” The Carpenter interrupted with a smile at first, but then softly waved it off. “My pregnant show is about to pop! …It only requires a medicament of your helpful-osity!” He posed dramatically, as though his explanations were part of the show itself.

Alice placed a hand on her hip. “I don’t have much experience, but I do need to reconstruct my…” She was cut off once again as the Carpenter strutted up to the end of the stage and flexed a bit. She blinked, watching, as the male then jumped down and posed once more, and even dug the tip of his peg leg into the carpet below them. Was she flustered? Alice shook her head a bit as he went on. “We can barter.” He said rather kindly. “I have a screwdriver, nearly new, or a nice hammer, if you’re intersted in-“ Alice shook her head once more, this time because she wasn’t interested in his carpenter tools. “-There’s a train that’s corrupting Wonderland, and I’m looking for help to restrain or destroy it.” The Carpenter nodded, looking up thoughtfully, and then started to pace. “Most vexatatious, no doubt. We’ll address that, ah, monstrosity directly, that’s to say – eventually. Now.” He said to make sure he had her attention and faced her, arms spread a bit. “Let’s intermedi-ate more important matters.” This made the woman arch her eyebrow again, but rather more sarcastically as she looked up to the man. The redhead continued. “Due to a logisterical foul-up, some of the show’s requisites need to be gathered.” He did seem rather frustrated to this ‘logisterical’ issue, Alice thought idly, and tolerated to be told the story of the issues going on.

“The munificent script needs fetching. The writer’s overly-imaginative and exploring several endings. Then, you’ll need to assemble the show’s tune-deaft music. And finally! – Gather our stars! The show’s tasty… er, nay tasteful performers. You should leave now. The essentiality of haste is essential.” Alice was a bit more than frustrated at the amount of errands she had to do. “It hardly seems like you’re ready for the show. Why can you assemble these things yourself?” The Carpenter turned to face her, ready to explain. “An impresario has arrangements, ducks in a row, fish to fry, coals to Newcastle – etcetera, etcetera. Fetch the script writer, then we can batter or clatter, or natter as the case may be.” He said and pointed away, but the woman realized he was giving her a rather sly look, and his eyes slowly half-lidded. Realizing that he was being suggestive on what ‘batter, clatter, or natter’ could be, Alice hid a soft blush in that realization. Trying to change the subject, Alice shook her head and placed her hands on her hips. “Is the writer cantankerous?” At this, Alice couldn’t tell if he was being sarcastic, or just dramatic again at his response. “To a personage of your distinguished repudiation? I blush at the notionality. He’s an octopus, by the by. He lies over that way.” He said, swinging his hammer to one area of th stage. “Tata.” He waved, albeit a bit seductively, and as Alice turned to walk in that direction, she froze a bit as her rear was nudged mischeviously by the blunt end of the Carpenter’s hammer.

The brunette looked to the redhead with a bit of a glare, but also a smile, and made her way to follow the trail of the Octopus to find out more about this script she was supposed to find. After jumping across various jellyfish and avoiding her untimely death from cannon-wielding crabs. She couldn’t help herself but smile as she floated throughout this area, even almost laughing as she bounced off the heads of various jellyfish as well. She couldn’t tell if it was because she was experiencing the ocean, something she’s loved as long as she has remembered, or because despite their difference in size, she realized that she started to fancy the Carpenter a bit. Finally, amongst many large glass bottles, both empty and full, Alice noticed a red octopus. If it wasn’t for the awful smell of the place, she would have found the tiny tophat on his enourmas head more than amusing. That, or oddly disturbed by his human-like face. But the smell cancelled the others, and she crinkled her nose. “Place smells like a ripe distillery. With a whiff of halitosis and urine.” She complained, wincing a bit as she moved closer to the octopus. The octopus, understandably, was not a fan of this comment. “It’s the scent of unrecognized genius, so piss off!” He barked in his heavy brogue, charging at her, before swimming away as though he won a battle he hadn’t even started. Alice scoffed. “More empties than a Dublin brewery.” She commented. “The Carpenter sent me.” She followed, crossing her arms. This made the octopus turn around.

“For starters, the Carpenter is a pusillanimous, parsimonious, pettifogging moron!” He said, swimming back towards her. “That’s as may be.” She said, glancing towards the cephalopod. “But he sent me for the script, I need-“ But before she could continue, the Octopus turned an even deeper crimson. “Your needs are shite! I need a drink, who cares? I need those responsible for my abortive career in chains; no joy. I need to know what love is, the world is mum. Just now I need a dose of ‘hide-and-seek.’ Find me thrice, fair maid. Be quick about it, and we can deal.” And with a large stream of water from his syphons and a flap of his tentacles, he was off. Alice blinked. “What an aggressive drunkard. I was right to say he was cantankerous.” She muttered to herself, and went off to follow him. Just as she took her first step, however, a familiar smile appeared before her, before the rest of the Cat. “I thought cats don’t like water.” She muttered again, but he ignored her, needing to have her actual advice. “A lifetime hiding his true colors gave him an edge. But he can’t conceal the way he moves.” He replied, and purred lowly before vanishing again. That made Alice think, which she hated admitting that it did when it came to that feline.

The woman made her way after the Octopus, but found herself curiously peering at bottles full of red liquid. They smelled heavily of wine. Was there anything else in them? She peered close, but to be sure, slashed at one of them with her Vorpal Sword, shattering the glass and sending the wine spiraling through the water. This action, made a bottle a few feet away twitch. “Ah hah.” Alice thought to herself, and moved towards a nearby bottle near the one that twitched, and as she acted like she was peering into the mock bottle, her eyes shifted under heavy lashes to eye the one that had just moved. There, amid the red liquid, she could see the writing movements of tentacles within. “Even more of a drunk than I thought…” She muttered to herself, but suddenly lashed out, Vorpal Sword shining one again as she shattered the glass she could see the Octopus inside of. Obviously surprised, but faking it, the Octopus huffed. “Ugh, this is too easy!” He declared and started to swim off, but turned. “’En stop your damned bottle breaking unless you know for sure something’s in there but wine! You’ve gone and pissed me off twice now, don’t do it again. You won’t like what’ll happen.” He snapped and glided off. Alice rolled her eyes. Empty threats from someone who easily empties a bottle.

Eyeing where the Octopus was going as far as she could see him, she followed as closely as she could. However, just to spite him, she broke every bottle along the way, even if she thought that he probably wasn’t within. It wasn’t very far along to the next rock island amid the waters to find more bottles, and Alice noticed a keyhole. Using a small drop of the potion she kept with her at all times, she shrank to a tiny version of herself, and hurried through the keyhole, returning to her ‘normal’ size on the other side. There was another suspicious bottle of wine, and one that was easily confirmed to hold a certain cephalopod, as she could see a writhing tentacle stick some suction cups to the glass, then pull away. Once more this bottle was shattered to release the Octopus, who immediately started to swim away, not noticing the lack of bottles. “Oh, have me now, but you won’t have me again!” the creature cursed taking off once again. Alice was growing weary of this game of cat and mouse.

The third game of hide and seek was much harder than the previous two. Alice had to go along many jellyfish paths and set many time traps in order to reach where the creature had sped off to. But she reached to another area of wine bottles once more, and was able to find him quickly. Shattering the last glass, the Octopus looked to her with his large eyes. “It’s all in the game: A fair cop. You’ve won! You’re a good sport. And no one died! Join me in my li-“ He went on, and the woman blinked as he stopped talking. He looked all around them, staring at where the bottles once were. He then floated up, looking all around them. His reddish color flared to crimson, and then slowly looked back to the woman before him. “Octopus?” Alice asked, not sure why he just did what he did. “Meet me in the library…” He finished and floated off. She tilted her head some, used to the madness here and didn’t think much of it, so shrugged and followed.

As Alice entered the library, the angry red Octopus floated before a desk, and turned to face her. “The Carpenter comissioned a song and dance number on mortality. Art and good sense be damned. He demands mirth, silliness, and restrained debauchery all around. Walrus will do a hero turn as Death. Imagine!” He went on, but Alice could tell that he was not very happy, and was smashing everything in his library, knocking over empty bottles to the floor. “Octopus? Your promise of the script?” She said idly, not caring much for tantrums. “You and what you need. My promise only for your gain! But what did you do for me in return other than chase me around?!” He suddenly yelled, his brogue heavier than before, almost unintelligble, and charged at her once more. “You destroyed all of my wine! You hellish little tart! I specifically told you not to, and there’s not another bottle to be seen!” Alice stepped back, eyes widening a bit. She realized her mistake now. “Octopus, surely you can’t get more wine? You-“ At this, he thundered. “YOU, YOU, YOU. ME, ME, ME. But this is YOUR fault, lass. And what have I got to work with now? Nothing! You really think that sod Carpenter will pay me anytime soon?!” The woman took another step back. “I have one last bottle to deal with, and it’s one you’re not going to like, maiden.” The Octopus almost hissed, as he used a tentacle to curl arounda bottle hidden in a crack. He downed it like it was nothing, and Alice’s eyes widened as the cephalopod started to grow before her very eyes. A growing potion. “Octopus, it’s not a fight I want. You won’t like how the result will end up!” She yelled as he was now multiple feet larger, in sheer size and length of his tentacles.

“Oh it’s not a fight I’m looking for. It’s to teach you a lesson...” He thundered, and suddenly flailed out his tentacles to spew out a stream of ink that blasted Alice. She coughed and gagged, but whirled around trying to wave away the ink that completely blacked out the light from around her. But before that light could be found, a tentacle lashed out and snagged around one wrist, and as she yelped, trying to pull away and summon a weapon, a second tentacle reached into the inky darkness and grabbed her second wrist, and suddenly she was being lifted up in the water, the ink lighter and more diluted. Thinking she was about to be tossed like a ragdoll she struggled and fought. “I’ll sever every tentacle from your disgusting body!” She screamed, hoping the more she struggled, the faster she’d move the water around to make the ink go away more quickly through the water. “Let me the hell g-“ She was about to scream, when another tentacle whipped and wrapped around her neck tightly, making her gag even more and her eyes widen. She no longer had the voice to scream, which she wish she could have, as the fight only got worse. She wasn’t tossed like a ragdoll, no, but she was slammed like one up against sharp rock and coral, she gagging out again at the pain of feeling the jagged texture cut against the skin of her raised arms and bare legs. Her arms were lifted straight up, holding her body but against this rock, and her growing panic and rage only continued as she felt two more tentacles slither, one around each ankle. Five of his tentacles were in use, and that was five too many. Alice didn’t think about the other three until suddenly one suction cupped against her inner thigh tightly, pinching her, another raising her dress.

“Not again…” The woman screamed in her mind as her neck was still being tightly gripped. Her eyes clenched, she trying to cough against the tentacle around her throat, her mind more worried about her escaping breath than the feeling of the tentacle only further going up her thighs. Another stream of ink hit her as well. She couldn’t see anything but the alert, strobing bioluminescent lights on her dress, which did little to help. That probing tentacle only rose higher, back up against her crotch, feeling her up to see what was there, blocking it from her nakedness. It wasn’t much, only swimming bottoms that were more designed for mobility than the modesty her culture preferred. She tried to scream again, but only caused another coughing fit, in which the Octopus replied with squeezing her throat tighter. She could fill her eyes becoming bloodshot, her head starting to throb. Her vision and hearing throbbed with her racing heartbeat, unable to see or hear anything around her in the ink-filled water. Just as the choking tentacle loosened just a few seconds for Alice to gasp out for air, a tentacle slid up under her bottoms and invasively squished up against her. It was slimy, disgusting, and writhing. She thought she could hear that disgusting creature’s laughter, but all should hear was her own heart that pounded even harder. She went to scream out again in the few seconds of breath she had, only to be throttled once more. She felt it toying between her legs, poking a tip at her entrance, sliding back and forth against it, before plunging into her own depths, deep inside of her body. Alice quaked in fury, fear, pain, and the panic that she was going to be choked to death more than anything. The tentacle slid deep inside of her, and her own tenseness was her own enemy as it was terribly uncomfortable. The suction cups of the creature's lumb rubbed against her insides, the sensation making her want to vomit. She struggled more against the tentacle retraints at her wrists and ankles, to no avail. Another tentacle slid between her breasts, figuring out her shell bodice before knocking the said shells away, freeing her breasts and immediately curling a tentacle around one, suction cups gripping tight and feeling her up.

Alice could feel her body twitching as the tentacle throbbed and pulsed in and out of her body. Despite being strangled she still tried to scream.Tears slipped from her eyes, but only joined the ocean waters around here, salt and all. Her body moved with his thrusts. But suddenly her eyes snapped open. Why was this so familiar? Despite years of violation of mind and body, Alice didn’t remember anything like this, but at the same time she did. Helping slip away despite that she was already in her own mind, Alice focused. She had to remember. She heard a vague echo of what she remembered to be the Cat from her last visit. “You cannot both survive. You are two parts of the same-“ That was it. She remembered. The Red Queen.

It was as though she was re-living that same violation, as she had the times before. But instead of the Octopus that was raping her body with fiery red tentacles, before it was the Queen herself, which in itself was a part of Alice. Then, however, she was being raped both in body and mind, but now, while the Octopus worked her body, it was as though a remnant of the Queen had still stayed within her mind, waiting. Many times Alice found herself being violated by the Queen’s tendrils then. Pumping inside of her body, making her scream in pain and fear, mind mind breaking and feeling like a tentacle had slid into her skull as much as it had slid inside of her body. Before her widened eyes came the memory of the Red Queen’s horrid face, which opened, splitting at the seams of her mouth to reveal the head of the Mad Hatter, who opened his mouth further more to show Alice her own face, just as she had seen when she thought she had killed the Queen before. “Leave now, and some hollow part of you may survive. Stay, and I will break you down; you will lose yourself… forever.”

It was that last part that Alice heard in the disgusting, distorted voice of the Queen that truly sent her into hysteria. Her power poured out, exploding the grips of the Octopus as she screamed and lashed out, shredding the arms of the creature that violated her so disgustingly. The Octopus cried out as blood filled the water, and suddenly Alice attacked with her sword, her vision nothing but black and white as makeup and blood drained from her eyes, only to blend into the blood and ink around her, and she was lost in her fear and rage. Each tentacle was severed by the Vorpal Sword faster than the Octopus could even think with it’s large, bulbous head. Before long, the creature was just that aforementioned head, screaming as he writhed, blood swirling in the waters around them. Alice was then suddenly, eerily calm, gaining back her calm in as much as she could, and stared down fiercely at the Octopus. “About the script…” She said lowly, almost a growl. Whimpering, the Octopus told her its location, and as she was about to leave him, he forwarned her. “No doubt Carpenter’s got you collecting piscine divas for the musical portion. The man rarely hires the proper talent… Some fish can sing… but not all.” He groaned, but Alice did not care if he died or merely regrew those vile tentacles. She left, wanting nothing more than to forget what just happened and move on to her next task to distract her reeling mind.
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