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2p!England x Crazy!Reader- Demented Wonderland

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You open your eyes. 

You seem to be in a strange place, a different world almost. Nothing here looks right, the trees and plants were gnarled and black. Everything looked misty, almost like it was slowly melting around you. The sky looked gray and the clouds were black, where the hell were you?!

"Ahh! Good, good you're finally awake!" You heard a eery cheery British voice say. 

You finally looked around saw that you were sitting at a long table. 

'What's a table doing in the middle of the woods?' You thought. 

You saw a man sitting at the other end of the table. He had a black top hat with a blue ribbon tied around it on, a blood -red velvet jacket with the sleeves puffed up at the top and a white shirt. He was dressed like a ring master, knee-high boots and black trousers tucked into them and all. You got a closer look at his face, it had freckles all over it with tufts of strawberry blonde hair coming out of his hat. His bright blue eyes peeked at you from under the hat, upon closer inspection, they had a pink swirl in them. He had a devilish smile on his face as you examined him. 

"We were wondering when you were going to wake up!" 

"Who's we? Where am I?" 

He made a face with exaggerated shock. 

"You don't know where you are?! [Y/n], shame on you poppet! We're your friends down here!" 

He stood up and waved his arms around the decaying world you were stuck in. 

"Who are you?" 

He started to stalk over to you while saying, "I'm Oliver Kirkland, love. Stop acting like you don't know me...." He had a rather somber look on his face when he said it. 

You were scared, his once happy face changed to emotionless and cold. What's wrong with this man?!

"I don't know you..." 

"Sure...you...do....I'm your best friend!" He was getting angry, you could tell. He's demented..

He knelt down in front of your chair and then flicked a knife out of his pocket. He started to trace the blade down the side of your face.

"The next time, you ACT like you don't know me again....." He gave your cheek a nick with his knife, making a few drops of blood escaping your cheek.

He whispered harshly in your ear, "You will end up like THEM...." 

"W-who's them?" 

He pulled away from you. 

"You don't know who THEY are? Shame on you [y/n]. They are the life of the party! They are---" 

He stopped in his crazy rant and then looked over his shoulder and stood quiet for a few minutes. 

"Yes I know...." 
....
"Oh right! I completely forgot about it, thanks guys!!" 

He ran away from you and ran over to the trees. You looked around some more. You were scared, though if you think about it real hard, you think you remember being here before....

He returned with a pan of cupcakes, fresh out of the oven. He went to his side of the table and set them down.

"Doesn't it look delicious guys?! Though it does need a little topping..." 

You watched as he walked over to the 'guests' and then gave a smile. 

"You guys remember [y/n], right?" 

He went quiet as if he was listening to something. Then he finally responded in an irritated tone,

"Now don't be rude! You know you remember her! I'm sick of everyone acting like they don't know anybody!"

He spun the chair in your direction and it showed a man. A dead man, his eyes rolled back into his head behind glasses. His mouth was hanging open, he's been dead for a long time, you could smell the decay from where you were. 

"Al! Meet, your dear friend..I know you missed her dearly...."

He went to all the of the chairs and spun them in your direction. They were all dead in white bunny suits. This guy is seriously mad. 

"You remember them right [y/n]? You used to have splendid talks with them! There's Francois, Matt, Luciano, Lutz, Wang, Viktor, and Kyo! We're all here! Finally..." 

You were terrified, you began to thrash around and scream to the top of your lungs. 

"SOMEONE, HELP ME! PLEASE!" 

His patience was wearing thin but he tried to hide it.

"Love please, why don't you want to stay with us? You always come and visit us....you need to calm down!" 

"YOU'RE ALL SICK PEOPLE!!"

"But [y/n], we're tailored to your liking..." 

That got you to calm down and actually listen to him. What did he mean by that? 

Oliver grinned and grabbed a cupcake. 

"You need to sit back and enjoy the party poppet. Everything will come back to you and you can finally relax."

He walked over to the costmed corpse he identified as Al and then pulled that knife back out from his pocket. His smile went insanely wide as he slid the knife across Al's neck, causing a giant gash in it. As the black, dead blood slid down the pale skin Oliver took the cupcake and placed it on the blood flow and let the cupcake get covered in it. 

He then walked away from Al and then towards you. He held the cupcake out for you to take a bite. 

"Here, your favorite snack. The Oliver Special..." 

As much as you tried to find the cupcakes revolting, something about it seemed..right to you..

You took a bite and closed your eyes as you savored the tasty metallic taste from the dead blood. Then memories started to flood through you.

Oliver smiled and then looked around, shushing the still corpses as if they were causing a ruckus.

"Hush now! She's remembering....." 

You remembered everything. He was right, you did come here everyday, you knew everyone here. They were your friends and they were tailored to your liking. Though something seemed off to you, something was missing but you couldn't quite place it. 

That's when you heard it. The voices from the many dead corpses dressed like bloody bunny rabbits. The voices where like whispers to you, many many whispers that brought you comfort. You closed your eyes and listened to your friends' conversations. 

"Welcome back [y/n]!" 

"We're so glad to see you again [y/n]!"

"We missed you [y/n]!"

"Don't ever leave us again!"

You smiled to yourself and whispered, "Don't worry guys, I won't leave you again." 

Oliver was sitting in his seat stroking his Allicat that looked like the Cheshire cat. 

"She's home guys...." 
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"Home..."

You whispered to yourself. You weren't really there, you were in a room inside of an insane asylum. That room was all you ever knew and for each minute you spent in that isolated room you went a little crazier than they said you were. Since you couldn't end your life because you had the straight-jacket on, you decided to imagine. Imagine a world to fit your pyschotic standards, to keep you entertained and make you feel safe. You made that world where Oliver and your friends live and that blood that was on the cupcake, it was your own. You went to a point of insanity where you try to bite your way out of your jacket but it only results in a cut up mouth. Not like it bothered you.

While you hated reality. You always had your demented wonderland and you won't let it go for the world....
Alice in wonderland, 2p edition
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