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Installment one Part ll

Alice hit the tree line and immediately slowed her steps. Green light filtered in through the canopy of trees. Noises bounced around, making locations hard to discern. Alice thought she could hear the now muffled cries for help towards the right, near where the singing flowers would be.

She started walking that direction, ducking under low hanging branches and pulling her skirt free of brambles. Butters followed along, twisting and turning deftly between obstacles, ears perked in the direction of the struggle.

As they moved onward, the sounds of struggle grew louder. The sound of great crashes and bellowing roars, punctuated by the frantic screaming and pleading of something small and wounded made Alice slow her progress even more.

“I think we are nearly there Alice.” Butters murmured quietly as he twisted past her a few paces.

Alice nodded as she craned her head to look around a rather large tree. There before her, was a sickening sight. Mika, the egg, was trapped between the paws of the bandersnatch. Her rotted insides oozed slowly between the cracks that were already there before Ed got her. New dripping fissures appeared as he not so gently clutched his prize. His rancid breath only served to thicken the stench in the air.

“Between the two of them, I’m not sure if there is a way to get close enough to help.” Alice said, pinching her nose shut with her finger and thumb.

“I dare say, we should leave them too it, but, let us at least watch, what do you say?” Butters asked, his tail wrapped snugly around his face, only his eyes and ears poking through. “Oh, and darling, put down your pinky, it looks rather pompous.”

Alice shot him a mischievous glance and wiggled her pinky at him before a rather loud crunch distracted her attention. Both of their heads shot forward as the leaned around the tree. Mika’s screaming had stopped, as Ed the bandersnatch had munched her in half and was licking up the pungent green innards that was once the shattered little egg. They watched in awe as he slurped and sucked, then crunched and chewed until nothing of Mika was left.

With a satisfying smack of his lips, Ed the bandersnatch sat up and looked around. He tested the air with his nose, looking left, then right, before heading straight for Butters and Alice.

“Oh my,” Alice said, backing away, “I think he will come straight at us.” She looked left then right, much as the bandersnatch had done, before deciding she too, would run straight ahead.

Butters let out a squeak of surprise as she rushed passed him, straight towards Ed and his toxic breath. What was she thinking he screamed in his head as he flew along behind her, much to his own surprise.

Alice had just made it passed the tree that had hidden them when suddenly the bandersnatch caught sight of her. He stood up on hind legs, shook his great tangled mane, and pawed angrily at the air. Alice took a step back, wondering why in the world she had rushed towards Ed in the first place.

The bandersnatch landed with a thud as Alice skidded to a halt. They started at each other. Alice held her breath as Ed’s odoriferous exhale blew her hair back and made her eyes sting. Butter’s halted where he floated and watched transfixed as suddenly the Bandersnatch began to sway slightly to and fro. Ed went to take a step towards Alice, his carious mouth open wide showing blackened mold stained teeth.

Alice’s stomach rolled. She could still see some of Mika’s disgusting slime clinging and stretching between Ed’s jaws, dripping lazily down the side of his mouth. She was on the verge of running anywhere but forward when suddenly Ed swayed left, and then right again.

“I would back up Alice,” Butters said wisely, “I think he may topple over.”

Without a second thought, Alice skipped backwards, nearly at the same time Ed, the great and terrible bandersnatch fell forward, his legs collapsing beneath him. As he landed there was a squelching sound, as if someone had been squished.

Alice peered at the giant beast, it’s eyes rheumy and still with death. Butters made a quick lap around it before resting again by Alice.

“I believe,” she said slowly as she looked around to Butters, “That he must have eaten something that rather disagreed with him.”

Butters’ grin bubbled over into laughter as Alice’s giggles burst forth. The friends doubled over, gasping and shaking with mirth, as the last twitches of life fled from Ed the bandersnatch and Mika’s yolk ran down his chin.

INSTALLMENT TWO

Not too terribly far away, the deep brown eyes of yet another wonderlander looked around his hand that was holding a bow. He adjusted his hat, and took a step in the direction of the laughter he heard coming from ahead. It was an odd replacement from the billowing roars and pleas for assistance that had assaulted his senses just moments before. He glanced quickly at the laughing girl, she seemed more than fine, he was glad he had found them in time. Shaking his head in frustration he watched the two bend over double with laughter, oblivious to his arrow sunk deep in the belly of the bandersnatch. He had heard the squelching sound, even from where he stood, as his arrow ripped through the layers of ego that made the bandersnatch a bandersnatch.

The Mad Hatter made a living doing bodyguard work for the Red Queen. His latest job was the girl he had just saved from the bandersnatch. Apparently the Jimerwocky was out for her soul. Why, he didn’t know, nor did he much care, money was money. He cautiously loosened the string on his bow but made no move to put it away as he slid forward through the shadows. He couldn’t understand what had made the girl run headlong into a bandersnatch, let alone stand her ground as it attempted to kill her with its breath. He thought absently that maybe this job was going to be different.

He focused again on the odd duo as the laughter started to drift away, the gigglers moving on, but the fetor of the bandersnatch became solid enough to taste. The Hatter, also dubbed Systematic due to his nearly mathematical methods of learning, following and then protecting his mark, pulled the bandana from around his neck to cover his nose and mouth. It did little to help diswayed the offending odor. He thought that it smelled like a bandersnatch, likely the most awful smelling beast in all of wonderland, had found something even more disgusting to roll around in. His curiosity was peaked.

He slid around a few more trees, and then stopped, his eyes sliding across the patently dead face of his bounty. Even in death, the great beast was a disgusting thing. It’s bulging eyes, clouded with death, still somehow retained a glint of ego infected stupidity. The stench, overwhelming from this distance, was even worse than he had encountered with previous bandersnatches. Maybe it was sick, he thought to himself as he cleared the distance between him and the latest removed threat.

He reached to his hip and pulled out a long blade. Grabbing the mane of the bandersnatch, he hefted it up, before slicing it off in one clean arc and tossing it over to the side. He noted that mixed with the blood, was some kind of noxious green slime, which seemed to be the root of the extra permeating smell. Shaking his head again at his own curiosity, he decided to slice the beast open. It couldn’t hurt to know if something was putrid enough to kill a bandersnatch by consumption he told himself as he pressed his boot against the belly of the monster. Maybe he could save an arrow next time.

Unfortunately, as he went to roll the beast over, his foot sunk in. He was now standing in six inches of corroded bandersnatch and beyond pissed off. Snatching his foot out, he grabbed a limb and snapped it from the nearest tree. Using it as a spade, he began to pull out the innards of the quickly decaying mass. Finally, he sloughed through enough and found the stomach, or, what he was fairly certain was the stomach as there was a stench so thick that it sent up green vapors. He moved the stick around, breaking open the pale organ. What appeared to be eggshells sloshed out onto the ground, along with an unnatural amount of infection colored ooze. What in the hell did this thing eat, he asked himself silently. He rummaged around a moment longer before coming to a severely cracked face. It was a face he knew well, hell it was a face everyone in wonderland knew well. It was the face of Mika. He laughed suddenly. His features breaking apart and reforming into something entirely different from his usual calm and unmovable self. He looked up, eyes scanning for the figures that had just left the scene of the bandersnatches demise. It didn’t take long for his skilled eyes to spot them. He took a small vial some liquid from one of his pockets and drizzled some onto the severed head of the bandersnatch. The drink me potion sizzled and the hatter watched the head of the bandersnatch shrink into the size of a small mushroom cap. Gingerly picking it up, he placed it in a glass vial of its own before repeating it with the cracked face of Mika Dumpty, the fetid egg. He placed them both in his breast pocket with the drink me potion before setting off in the direction of the nearest stream.

Once there, he emptied his pockets, took off his soiled clothes, and bathed in the stream. Afterwards he found a miniscule brown box, set it on a flat rock, and sprinkled some eat me powder on it. The box grew to the size of a wardrobe, and from there, he picked out clean clothes. He placed his soiled clothes in a wax bag and tied it up before tossing it in the box and shrinking it all back to its miniature size. After putting everything back into his pockets, he slung his bow over his shoulder, and set a pace for the direction of the cat and the girl. He knew it wouldn’t take long to find them, they were being clumsy and careless, leaving a trail more obvious than the raging bandersnatch he had just saved them from.

INSTALLMENT TWO PART ll

Meanwhile, Butters and Alice had no idea they were being watched, let alone saved. They continued their walk through the forest, unencumbered by thoughts of danger or bodyguards. They continued their discussion of ravens and writing desks and and crows on fences. Alice was of the firm belief that a crow on a fence was much more useful than a raven that resembled a writing desk, while Butters was of the opposite opinion.

“Why would you need a raven that was like a writing desk,” Alice said for what she was sure was the hundredth time, “When you could have a crow on a fence? Can a writing desk hop from one post to the next, looking for people to quote and arguments to tear down? Of course not, it is a writing desk.” She finished matter of factly and with an air of closing the discussion.

“Well, no,” concurred Butters, “but, a writing desk can be used to send invitations, as well as to write books, and even a place to sit if your legs get tired. You can stack things on it, eat on it, and even sleep on it, if you insisted. I think that sounds much more useful than an argumentative crow.” he summarized with an uppity sniff to his voice.

“But!” Alice interjected, “the crow on the fence, can go on and on, farther ahead, scouting out the way, defending your points. Why I could use one now for this discussion! At least I think I could, if it were on my side, you know.” She tilted her head slightly to the side as she contemplated it. “I suspect though, that if it wasn’t on your side, and all it did was hop along after you, cawing on and on about how it thinks you must surely be wrong, well, in that case, maybe a writing desk would be better. I propose we ask the March Hare. Surely he would know, If I’m not mistaken, he knows quite a bit about the Crow on the Fence. We could stop after we see the caterpillar yes? It’s bound to be somebody's unbirthday today.” she said, looking at Butters with the question shining in her eyes.

“Of course my dear.” He responded as he wound his way comfortingly around her neck. He thought to himself that she was honestly hard to say no to as he settled down comfortably. It must be the eyes, he mused, or her petite stature, yes he thought sleepily, the size of her eyes, before drifting off to the sound of her voice carrying on about the crow on the fence some more.

Butters slept on quietly the remainder of the trip, only waking to the smell of chemicals being cooked and brewed. He wrinkled his nose before burying it into Alice’s hair.  He liked Tryppy the caterpillar well enough. Though, he did make his part of the forest stink pretty bad. Plus, you could always count on him for answers, so he supposed that more than made up for it.

“Ohhhh Tryppy!” Alice called out in a sing song voice as she stepped into the mushroom grove. “Where aaaare you my darling? We have a question only you and your brain can answer.”

The caterpillar looked up from his rather large hookah, eyeing Alice through a cloud of smoke in the shapes of chemical designs as she drew near. He was reminded of how easily it would be to kill her with one hand. Smiling slightly at the thought of it, he lazily slid off of his mushroom bed. Bits and pieces of rubbish followed him down, to which he paid no mind.

“To what do I owe this, pleasure,?” He slowly said in his droning apathetic voice.

“Don’t act so bored Tryppy, we have a question.” Alice replied, her nose wrinkling up at the garbage, even as she smiled at her friend. Putting a hand between Butters ears she scratched him affectionately. “Go on Butters, show him your trick.”

Butters looked at Alice in a lazy way, not in anyway offering to do what she asked.

“Come now Butters, you’re acting like a cat. I know I know, you mustn't follow orders, for the sake of feline pride, but we did agree to it you know.”

Butter swirled off her shoulder and twisted until his back was to Tryypy and he was facing Alice full on. He yawned so large, his eyes shown through his row of sharp little teeth. Alice laughed as she swatted him playfully away.

“Show Tryppy,” she demanded between sniggers as Butters dissolved into nothing but a sly wink.

Tryppy turned away, a sigh blowing from his lips, naturally, he had time for their antics, just not the inclination. He began the trip back to his mushroom bed, wishing for nothing more than to relax and enjoy the rest of his day. He was stopped short by a haughty little humph and the stomping of a foot. As he turned around, he noticed Butters coiled teasingly around Alice’s arm, while she wore a pouty look of indignation. Bitches and be bothered he thought as he turned back around to face the duo.

“Chessie, please, for the sake of my insanity, show me what it is she wanted you to show me before we both have to suffer through one of her intolerable tantrums.”

Butters, who everyone but Alice called Chessie, unwound himself from Alice’s arm with liquid grace. He drifted lazily to Tryypy and smiled his eye engulfing smile.

“You see!” Alice said, beaming with excitement, all former moroseness forgotten. “Tell him his little trick is not attainable, therefore, completely sustainable.”

Tryppy moved closer to Chessie, his eyes peering intently at the yellow pupil slitted eyes swaying between the teeth of the corporeal cat. After long moments of thought, where he did nearly impossible equations in his head, Tryppy reached his conclusion.

“Alice is right Chessie.” He slowly said. “This behavior, is not attainable in the least. Which leaves little doubt that it is indeed sustainable. I suggest you carry on with it, perhaps it will lead to something obtainable, that you might also make sustainable.”

Chessie nodded his head up and down, his eyes disappearing and reappearing behind his teeth.

“Why, I told you Butters!” Alice fairly squealed, radiating glee as she clasped her hands together. “I just kneeew it was something that you simply could not do!”

Chessie twirled upside down, making his smile into a frown sending Alice into another bout of tinkling laughter. Tryppy pooh-poohed them away, already turning to go back to his mushroom bed before he was once again rudely interrupted.

“Wait Tryppy,” Alice called out, “Couldn’t you tell us how to find the March Hare this time of year?”

Tryppy didn’t stop his advances towards his bed, simply calling back to them. “Look for March, you daft little girl.”

Chessie and Alice dissolved into laughter once again. Naturally, it would be that easy. As their teeheehee’s faded into the wrong direction of March, Tryppy rolled his eyes, thinking once again, of how easily he could kill her with one hand.

INSTALLMENT ONE

A deep blush crept over her cheeks. Her eyes gleamed too brightly. An unexpected bubble of laughter escaped her lips. Alice was going very mad indeed. Much to absolutely no one's surprise. After all, how is one supposed to fall through a rabbit hole, then walk into a looking glass, without becoming somewhat mad? It should have worried her but she wallowed in it. Everything made sense for one second at a time, and then nothing made sense at all. It was glorious. Time stood still, then lurched forward. She would think about her thoughts and then all thoughts about thinking would vanish suddenly. It seemed to take years to take on a simple task, and then when she was done, it seemed it had taken up no time at all. She had taken to constantly looking furtively at those around her, pondering on their frame of mind, and more often, what they must think of her frame of mind. Could they tell just from looking at her that everything made her want to erupt in fits of giggles? Could they sense, perhaps through some madness of their own, that she was indeed, sanity impaired. Why, of course they could!

Buttered Cat, a cheshire cat and Alice’s nearest and dearest friend, rolled his head around and around, all the while staring at her. As her laughter grew louder, his smile grew larger, until the whole of his fuzzy face was taken up by pointed cat teeth.

“Why Butters, you’re a smile with ears!” Alice declared through snorts and glurps of laughter. “I should wonder, can you even see me pet?”

Butters opened his mouth to show slitted yellow eyes between the serrated teeth. “One can do anything they wish, including see you, regardless of how hard you are to see” said Butters with a wink between his canines, “So long as one wishes something obtainable.”

“Oh but you do realize, shining your eyes out of your mouth, is just simply not attainable.” Alice said with mock indignity.

“But you see I’ve just done it!” Cried Butters defensively.

“No,” Alice rebuttled, “We must see the caterpillar at once, he would know if this is attainable or not, and if not, I dare say, your behavior is entirely sustainable!”

“Sustainable indeed!” Roared Butters through his sparkling teeth. “I have an entire immortality to sustain such behaviors. There is no telling how long we have been, or how long we will be. Every since time was murdered, we’ve not brought it up. Ill manners to speak of the dead you know. We just accept, that time, as unfortunate as it is, is no longer with us.”

“And yet,” Alice said suddenly serious, “it doesn't seem unfortunate at all though does it?” Her green eyes flashed with a hint of dangerous logic.

Butters dropped his head and stared at Alice through wide and shocked eyes. “Why no, it doesn't.” He whispered, staring at Alice to make sure she wasn’t going sane. “Now, with time murdered, we have no time at all to do anything! Considering it really is quite dead, I insist we rush about every day as if our last minute has passed us, for I can say, with certainty, our last minute, has indeed passed.”

Alice laughed, that wicked gleam of insanity returning. “Why Butters, we have not been rushing around, we don’t have the time to do it now! Besides, there is still a matter for the caterpillar, and since we have no time to lose, seeing as time is dead, let us be off, with or without haste!”

As Alice and Butters neared the edge of the Caterpillars wood, they heard a great crashing and commotion. They looked up, ending their conversation of ravens and writing desks and crows on fences to see what was going on. The trees bent and swayed, the bulk of something large cutting a clear path that Alice and Butters followed with their eyes. They heard a distant yell for help, followed by a roar.

“It’s Ed, the Bandersnatch.” said Butters quietly.

“I wonder who he is after?” Pondered Alice, taking a step closer to the treeline.

“Not us, that’s what matters.” Butters replied with a grin as he twisted his corporeal head around and around in a dizzying fashion.

“Perhaps we should help the poor unfortunate thing, everyone knows how toxic the breath of a bandersnatch is.” Alice said, worry, and the idea of Ed’s breath making her scrunch her nose.

“Too right you are,” replied Butters with a yawn “which is why we shouldn’t involve ourselves. Courage is the biggest form of madness my dear.”

“Exactly!” shouted Alice as she took off into the woods, “Aren’t we all mad here?” She tossed the words over her shoulder as she took off in a run. They seemed to float lazily towards Butters, who swished each one away with a twitch of his tail. Alice hurtled forward, nearing the edge of the woods. Butters heaved a great sigh, and appeared at her left hand side. He supposed that if she must do this, he must accompany her. It wasn’t after all, the craziest thing she had ever done.

Stick with the story making, it is much more important. We all look forward to reading it. Haha, I get like that too with writing projects. Well any projects really.

[You really surprised me with your reply to my reply, it was civil and actually got my attention, pretty unusual stuff lol. Thank you for the feed back too < legit mean that.]
You're welcome.

I'm glad that you see feedback like that. Feedback can be hard to recieve. I have yet to post anything serious. But I'll get around to it. I'm about to write a story for my first writing contest. I'm nervous as fuck. But it'll be educational I think - to get the experience. I hope to learn from it, and perhaps enter more contests in the future. 

I love that about writing, finding out where it is going! :D For me it kind of feel like a daydream or a movie, I get so involved in it, indulging in the writing, that everything goes away and only the world I'm writing in, is what exist. It's like a drug for me, lol.

Good luck! You really have talent. I love how you describe the cats movement :)

I did get a bit huffy, I'm more than a stinky slimebob, but that was not the point of my little hijack. It actually gave a little giggle in the morning, to twist it up in the end. But people didn't want me to take the attention away from your writing. Maybe they thought I'd offend you with it. But I didn't meant it as offending you, more that it gave me inspiration. Also the queen would fit me, with all the tantrums and attention seeking - and she gets huffy too about stuff.

And you're right. Ed would just manage to ignore you for a bit, until he'd call you a little shit. 

Your writing is good overall, and I only pointed out one thing as a friendly gesture to show you I took genuine interest in it. I'm not going to go aspie on it, try to tear it apart and look for tiny grammar slip ups. I am looking forward to you continuing it. Kudos to you if you write my end. That'd make me the happiest girl.

Backstories sounds fun, but you'll be totally biased about them and that would ruin some of the fun, you should (in my humble opinion) try to nail them a bit more realistic. - if you're doing mine I'll get all huffy again haha, but sure, go ahead :) I look forward reading syst, trypies, mee, dani and eds though. I think you're less poking with them, which makes it much more fun to read.

<3 Angee

Aww Mika, it's just in good fun. At least Ed can take a joke. You get all huffy. I don't see when he ignores me either, when he's usually reminding me I'm a little shit lol. I have a feeling you got way more offended than you should have over this. Oh, also, my bad about my lack synonyms lol, I'm not writing it to sell it. If you look closely, you will probably find extra letters missing punctuation, wrong words, double words and letters, all kindsa fun stuff you can point out and rip apart to make yourself feel better. One last thing, your hijacking story was pretty funny.You should swap ed ignoring me to ed reminding me that I'm a little shit like he always does though. I thought about doing a little back story for my characters whatcha think? I could always do yours first, lemme know :D