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Authors: Lotus Rose
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Now get up here girl! You wouldn’t want me to tell the Queen would you?”
Alice believes the Caterpillar knows nothing about her lost heart. If the Tweedle twins hadn’t been lying, the Mad Hatter had taken it, so he’s next on her list to visit.
The Caterpillar causes her to startle from her thoughts when he shouts, “Girl! Get up here, get up here now! I’ll tell the Queen if you don’t come this instant! I shall have you whipped, beaten, beheaded! A trivial missing body part will be the least of your worries when you’re missing your head! Now!” His face has grown crimson from rage and his monocle drops carelessly from his eye and swings from the angry jerking motions of his head.
A grin creeps up Alice’s face as she locks eyes with him. “Certainly.” She curtsies.
Come, we shall have some fun now. And perhaps when I toke, the high of the spice will be a jolly good time besides. I always felt such guilt at the pleasure before, but that was the old me.
The Caterpillar says, “I’m glad to see some obedience for a change.” As Alice begins to climb the mushroom, he says, “That’s a good girl.” Now that she’s on top of it, he says, “Come sit in my lap.”
The Caterpillar doesn’t actually have a lap in the human sense, but Alice snuggles in front of the Caterpillar, huggled by dozens of his waving arms.
The Caterpillar begins to put the spice into his hookah. The spice looks like dried green leaves. “Now this spice,” the Caterpillar says, “is supposed to cause imaginations in the mind, colors and tastes to fill your head. It’s quite powerful.” The new spice begins to burn. “Here now.” He holds the mouthpiece part up to her lips. “Just like always, with the two breaths.”
The usual routine is for Alice to take two tokes while the Caterpillar watches. He has an uncanny ability to judge how powerful any spice is just by watching, so that he knows exactly how long to inhale himself, right up to the exact moment before an overdose—that way, he can achieve the highest high possible.
Eagerly, Alice takes the mouthpiece into her mouth, inhales warm rough smoke, fills her lungs, does it again. She coughs up smoke. Now she feels a tingling in her head and a sensation as if her head is expanding.
“Ooh, I can’t wait,” the Caterpillar says. His voice sounds deeper than usual, and slower. He takes the pipe from her hand, lifts it to his mouth, and inhales.
Alice acts as quickly as she can, though she’s a little clumsy from the spice. She grabs the tape from her pocket. The Caterpillar is inhaling deeply, eyes closed, not noticing her.
Alice peels the tape, sticks one end to the back of the Caterpillar’s head then wraps the tape around, taping the hookah in place in the Caterpillar’s mouth.
The Caterpillar still has his eyes closed. Perhaps the spice has numbed his sense of touch.
Alice makes sure to tape over the Caterpillar’s nose holes.
She shouts, “Take that!”
The Caterpillar is slow to react, but his eyes dreamily open. He seems confused as he sees Alice staring deeply into his eyes. He looks around, then his eyes go wide in surprise as he realizes.
“Do you know what body part I lost?” Alice says as the Caterpillar tries to rip the tape off, but his arms are too weak and caterpillary. “My heart.” The whites of the Caterpillar’s eyes show quite a bit more as he glances at her. She glares back, and takes the tube in her hand, because she figures that’s what he’ll try next.
And he does—he tries to pull the tubing from the hookah. Alice slaps his hands away with her free hand. It’s easy to do, because his movements are clumsy and slow.
The Caterpillar yells a muffled scream of rage and terror from behind the tape. Alice figures the Caterpillar had been holding his breath, so screaming would lead to…
The Caterpillar takes a deep breath. He blinks and shakes his head, his eyes go wide, he begins to twitch.
Alice watches.
The Caterpillar
Alice believes the Caterpillar knows nothing about her lost heart. If the Tweedle twins hadn’t been lying, the Mad Hatter had taken it, so he’s next on her list to visit.
The Caterpillar causes her to startle from her thoughts when he shouts, “Girl! Get up here, get up here now! I’ll tell the Queen if you don’t come this instant! I shall have you whipped, beaten, beheaded! A trivial missing body part will be the least of your worries when you’re missing your head! Now!” His face has grown crimson from rage and his monocle drops carelessly from his eye and swings from the angry jerking motions of his head.
A grin creeps up Alice’s face as she locks eyes with him. “Certainly.” She curtsies.
Come, we shall have some fun now. And perhaps when I toke, the high of the spice will be a jolly good time besides. I always felt such guilt at the pleasure before, but that was the old me.
The Caterpillar says, “I’m glad to see some obedience for a change.” As Alice begins to climb the mushroom, he says, “That’s a good girl.” Now that she’s on top of it, he says, “Come sit in my lap.”
The Caterpillar doesn’t actually have a lap in the human sense, but Alice snuggles in front of the Caterpillar, huggled by dozens of his waving arms.
The Caterpillar begins to put the spice into his hookah. The spice looks like dried green leaves. “Now this spice,” the Caterpillar says, “is supposed to cause imaginations in the mind, colors and tastes to fill your head. It’s quite powerful.” The new spice begins to burn. “Here now.” He holds the mouthpiece part up to her lips. “Just like always, with the two breaths.”
The usual routine is for Alice to take two tokes while the Caterpillar watches. He has an uncanny ability to judge how powerful any spice is just by watching, so that he knows exactly how long to inhale himself, right up to the exact moment before an overdose—that way, he can achieve the highest high possible.
Eagerly, Alice takes the mouthpiece into her mouth, inhales warm rough smoke, fills her lungs, does it again. She coughs up smoke. Now she feels a tingling in her head and a sensation as if her head is expanding.
“Ooh, I can’t wait,” the Caterpillar says. His voice sounds deeper than usual, and slower. He takes the pipe from her hand, lifts it to his mouth, and inhales.
Alice acts as quickly as she can, though she’s a little clumsy from the spice. She grabs the tape from her pocket. The Caterpillar is inhaling deeply, eyes closed, not noticing her.
Alice peels the tape, sticks one end to the back of the Caterpillar’s head then wraps the tape around, taping the hookah in place in the Caterpillar’s mouth.
The Caterpillar still has his eyes closed. Perhaps the spice has numbed his sense of touch.
Alice makes sure to tape over the Caterpillar’s nose holes.
She shouts, “Take that!”
The Caterpillar is slow to react, but his eyes dreamily open. He seems confused as he sees Alice staring deeply into his eyes. He looks around, then his eyes go wide in surprise as he realizes.
“Do you know what body part I lost?” Alice says as the Caterpillar tries to rip the tape off, but his arms are too weak and caterpillary. “My heart.” The whites of the Caterpillar’s eyes show quite a bit more as he glances at her. She glares back, and takes the tube in her hand, because she figures that’s what he’ll try next.
And he does—he tries to pull the tubing from the hookah. Alice slaps his hands away with her free hand. It’s easy to do, because his movements are clumsy and slow.
The Caterpillar yells a muffled scream of rage and terror from behind the tape. Alice figures the Caterpillar had been holding his breath, so screaming would lead to…
The Caterpillar takes a deep breath. He blinks and shakes his head, his eyes go wide, he begins to twitch.
Alice watches.
The Caterpillar
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