main floor [She. Needs Fear. The wriggling wormy tendrils of it. She is hungry. She is angry, and she is loose.
This is a fun version of Wonderland.
So few pretty colors.
So many...moments. Everyone is so afraid in waves and pulses and shining moments. She doesn't even need to kill to feed. There is the basking glow of horror and despair, the ones who tremble make her strong.
Oh yes.
She. Will. Enjoy it. Here. In this upside down and backwards old-new version of a place that has seen terror not even Jafar could conjure. No, this is a beautiful cacophony of terror. And she can pretend to be another normal, fearful, weak and trembling citizen until the time comes when she is free to indulge in more than just the residual stench.]
Roaming the halls, maybe y o u r s
[She hums as she walks, dragging a finger along the walls, just a song that means nothing. Every time she sees someone she pauses, tilts her head like a curious animal, then keeps moving, taking note as she talks out loud.]
I have to pick a room. Which one, which floor in the endless? The fourth floor, fourth room? Four means...death and despair. Perhaps not. Maybe nine all around for torture and suffering. A room seventeen for all of us because life is over.
[Yes, she is listening off numbers that are superstitious around the world. All around the mansion, up and down the floors.]
in the gardens
[She's settled now, laying across a bench and singing a song about a monster familiar to Wonderland.]
Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
[Then she pauses, very nearly pouting.]
This isn't the same. Not the same. I miss my Wonderland.
The Jabberwocky | Once Upon a Time in Wonderland
[She. Needs Fear. The wriggling wormy tendrils of it. She is hungry. She is angry, and she is loose.
This is a fun version of Wonderland.
So few pretty colors.
So many...moments. Everyone is so afraid in waves and pulses and shining moments. She doesn't even need to kill to feed. There is the basking glow of horror and despair, the ones who tremble make her strong.
Oh yes.
She. Will. Enjoy it. Here. In this upside down and backwards old-new version of a place that has seen terror not even Jafar could conjure. No, this is a beautiful cacophony of terror. And she can pretend to be another normal, fearful, weak and trembling citizen until the time comes when she is free to indulge in more than just the residual stench.]
Roaming the halls, maybe y o u r s
[She hums as she walks, dragging a finger along the walls, just a song that means nothing. Every time she sees someone she pauses, tilts her head like a curious animal, then keeps moving, taking note as she talks out loud.]
I have to pick a room. Which one, which floor in the endless? The fourth floor, fourth room? Four means...death and despair. Perhaps not. Maybe nine all around for torture and suffering. A room seventeen for all of us because life is over.
[Yes, she is listening off numbers that are superstitious around the world. All around the mansion, up and down the floors.]
in the gardens
[She's settled now, laying across a bench and singing a song about a monster familiar to Wonderland.]
Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
[Then she pauses, very nearly pouting.]
This isn't the same. Not the same. I miss my Wonderland.