White Rabbit

Mary-Anne sighed as the door closed softly behind her. Even though she loved seeing her cousin, she hated going to the Tea Party. The Door Mouse's silence creped her out. But he was peanuts to the Mad Hatter and Cheshire Cat. Those two she avoided like the plague, actually happy when they were entertaining one another and leaving her alone.

But that was behind her. The house was clean and her master was gone. Earlier that week, she had discovered a part of the library she never knew existed and subsequently discovered a book she wanted to read.

The house was something of a mystery. She wasn't sure what all was there. It was much older than anyone who worked there. It got her to thinking about the flow of time in wonderland sometimes. But before she could actually get anywhere, she would get a pounding headache. So she contented herself to just not knowing.

She was well into the book by the time night fell. Even with the full moon outside, she was forced to get up and light a fire. The logs were cheerily burning and she was just about to sit back down when she heard the door downstairs open.

She stood stock-still. Bill was out for the night and the other servants were in the servants quarters out back. No one was supposed to be here. Grabbing a poker, she headed downstairs to investigate.

Expecting a robber caused her to be even more surprised at the actual intruder. The clanging of her dropped poker on the stair caused him to look at her.

"Mary-Anne, whatever are you doing there with a poker? Am I not allowed in my own house?"

She gasped. This couldn't possibly be her master. Her master only came in crashing around and fainting. She had to force him to eat or do anything to take care of himself. This man, though, was calm. He had taken off his coat and hung it up on the coat rack. His gloves where on the silver tray on the table. He was ringing the bell for the cook. Mary-Anne thought she was going to feint.

When he left for the dining room, she followed him out of concern, though it was mostly curiosity. He continued to surprise her as he calmly sat down and ordered his dinner, after asking her if wanted anything herself. She denied food (the cook looked rather scary), but opted out to stay and make sure he ate properly.

The whole evening was very odd for Mary-Anne. The White Rabbit was calm and collected the whole evening and then went to bed for the purpose of getting some actual sleep instead of the sheer need to pass out because of over exertion. Mary-Anne went to sleep that night troubled.

A week had passed since the incident with her Master and Mary-Anne was feeling much calmer. She was even humming to herself and swinging her basket as she went to go care for her cousin. All of that came to a crashing halt went she actually got to the Tea Party.

A couch, in the style of the overstuffed armchairs there had been brought in. The Mad Hatter was laying across it with one knee bent up and the other leg dangling off the front. The Cheshire Cat was at the other end sitting between his legs. That, of course, was nothing out of the ordinary. What caused the mental hubbub in her was that her Master was laying across the Mad Hatter and Cheshire Cat on the couch.

He looked absolutely in heaven. When one can never see someone's face, they learn to read their body language like a book. And what Mary-Anne was seeing was alien in her skiddish Master. He was flopped down like he had been dropped. His ears were lazily twitching in the slight breeze. The way he was laying left his coat wide open and the Hatter had opened up the Rabbit's button-up shirt and was just as lazily stroking his chest. Mary-Anne had no clue what the Cheshire Cat had been doing, but it appeared to have pleases the White Rabbit. His body showed all the classic signs of slight arousal.

Not a sheltered girl, Mary-Anne gathered up her things and her wits and went to tend to her cousin. She had done so through earth-shaking sex on the part of the Mad Hatter and the Cheshire cat, and she could do it through this.

Luckily for her, the March Hare and the Door Mouse were on the opposite side of the clearing. Hare's eyes were glistening with tears, but nothing came out. He was far too broken. The Door Mouse was doing his best to ignore it and read a book. Mary-Anne sat down between them and began to tend to her cousin while striking up a conversation with Door.

"So, how are you?"

"I'm fine."

"What are you reading? Is it good?"

"Oh, as much of it as I have read."

And the conversation went on in that manner. Finally the chit-chat got old and they turned the conversation towards the orgy on the couch. It was a very odd turn. They both became very self centered in it. Mary-Anne was centered on her Master being anything other than a fainting messenger boy. The Door Mouse was centered on his jealousy over having an outsider being picked before him.

The reaction going on on the sofa was an interesting one. On the outside, it looked like any sex scene one could describe. The physicality of it was absolutely nothing new. But what was happening inside, ah, that is a different story.

Broken minds perceive the world in a broken way. Three broken minds together can break an already fragile reality. The bonds created between them irreparably damaged all of their minds in a way no one thought could happen. They became bound to one another, and their collective energy started to work its way into the fabric of Wonderland.