This is the second Alice's story by Spottedleaf9. Once again, this is based off of Rockleetist's version of the song. We own nothing.
The Second Alice
by Spottedleaf9
Not too long after the disappearance of Meiko, the world found itself being taken by storm. A young new singer appeared and he was wildly popular. This singer called himself Kaito. Everything about Kaito was blue; including his hair. But not all was well with Kaito for even as he sang for adoring masses, he longed for something more. For you see, while Kaito sang of places far away; he felt trapped.
Seeking a way out, he eventually decided to kill himself. The voices in head wouldn't silence themselves no matter how loud he sang and it was driving him crazy. So taking the pistol in his hand, he put one bullet into it and spun the chamber; the blue gun making a clicking noise as the empty spaces rolled past. "Goodbye." He grinned a sick, disturbed smile and pulled the trigger.
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Wonderland had finished playing with Meiko. Having learned a great deal from this first toy, the dream knew that plants didn't bleed like Meiko. Taking this into consideration, Wonderland also generated itself a population; modeling it after the story in Meiko's head from which its name had come. Eventually the screams coming from the cage of grass fell silent. Wonderland hadn't realized that humans needed sustenance such as food and drink in order to carry on breathing.
Casting out its feelers into the world from which it had yanked Meiko, the dream felt another presence similar to hers. There was singer named Kaito who was miserable in his existence. He was just the right amount of snapped inside that Wonderland felt attracted to this. Reaching out, Wonderland pulled and the feeble human was trapped.
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The people living in the apartment below Kaito heard a loud thud in the middle of the night. A complaint was sent out to the local police department. In the morning, cops busted down the locked and bolted door to burst into a perfectly kept house. It was if Kaito had never existed to use the place. Sitting there in the middle of the floor was a gun; oddly the metal was tinted a pearly blue like the singer's favorite color. In the chamber; a single unused bullet rested. Upon removing the projectile from the weapon; a curious thing was found. There was no gunpowder, but rather a roll of paper. Unfolding it, it was found to a playing card with a single blue diamond on it.
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Kaito allowed his eyes to open and was aware that his head was pounding. Pain meant he could not be dead, right? Almost angry about this, he sat up and wished that he had someone to entertain. Having failed to die, the blue-haired singer simply wanted to perform more of his melancholy pieces. He'd always sung only the saddest of his own original works to his fans.
As Kaito walked down the golden bricked road, he came upon a castle. In it were people who had no ruler to govern their castle. Wishing to be entertained, they begged him to sing for them; grinning, the madman obliged.
Wonderland had its fun with Kaito, but was not pleased when the singer's lyrics caused the people of the court to start committing suicide or cutting. Angry, the dream had Kaito's voices silence him to death. This time, the bullet fired.
The gore from the shot covered half the court, staining the nearby roses blue, and the dream had to start again. Wonderland felt that this Alice had been a bit of a waste, but in his memory, the roses became blue all throughout the world it had created. The only other thing the dream felt it had learned was to stop allowing Alices to spawn weapons. The time, Alice had lasted about two months.
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A missing person's report was filed. Kaito Shion was presumed dead and the world grieved; heartbroken teens missing his songs of bloodshed and pain.
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Wonderland once again went on the hunt.
And once again, please do not comment, "People don't bleed blue!" Yes, that is common knowledge. If you want to correct someone, correct the dream itself.
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