Stitches | Twisted Wonderland (Discontinued)

Ⅰ | 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 - 𝐖𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝'𝐬 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭

Choco sucks at writing fluff

After a long night of fun and games and yelling (stupid Mario Kart. Stupid blue shell). [Name] called it a night, waving to the boys goodnight. They all yelled to her goodnight as Ace struggled to attempt to beat Deuce on the Coconut Mall level. Elima looked at his partner, eyes clouded over in concern and something else as he watched her ascend the stairs. 

[Name] sighed as she lay down on her bed and stared up at the ceiling. Her mind was blank before her eyes drifted to the mirror laying on the wall of her dorm room. She stared at it without a single thought in her mind. Then she began to recall the words of that voice. Looking back at the mirror, [Name] could feel her doubts swirling in her mind. What if that voice was just a joke? What if it was just a weird dream? As if hearing her thoughts, the marking on her arm glowed and gave off a slight warming-letting her know it was there. "What's the harm, in at least trying?" the girl muttered to herself as she sat up. 

She slowly walked up to the mirror and stared at the mirror. She sighed and brought up her ungloved hand. "6-9," she muttered as she drew the numbers on the surface, "4-2," as she completed the pattern, the previous numbers glowed a dull [f/c]. "Seeing...Father will help me get through." [Name] clenched her hands as she waited. Although she had her doubts, she couldn't help but feel that sliver of hope that this would actually work. Seconds that felt like hours passed and nothing happened. Slowly unclenching her hands, [Name] sighed. "Of course, it didn't work."

[Name] walked away from the mirror only to stop when the familiar voice called her name from the direction of the mirror. "[Name]?" Slowly, the girl turned around, and low and behold, there in front of the mirror, was her father. Franken Stein. Tears blurred her vision as she walked over to her father. Once directly in front of him, she raised a hand to his face. Feeling the warmth under her fingertips, she quickly wrapped her arms around the man giving him a tight hug. 

Franken Stein gave a small smile as he reciprocated the hug. As the feeling of the repercussion, [Name] felt as if her legs had lost all strength to hold her up and they gave out. Catching them before they fell over, Stein slowly lowered them to the ground without breaking the hug. [Name]'s shoulders shook while she tried to hold in a sob but with her finally being able to see someone familiar other than Elima, she couldn't help but let a few tears fall. The older Stein slowly rocked them back and forth and ran his figures through his daughter's hair as she cried. No words needed to be spoken between the two. That would come later.

A few moments go by and the girl's quiet crys came to an end. The older Stein pulled away slightly and wiped away any of [Name]'s remaining tears. "Are you alright now?" He asked quietly. Taking a deep breath, the [h/c] haired girl was ready to answer any questions she knew her father had.
"Where are we?" He questioned.
"I'm not 100% sure but this place is referred to as Twisted Wonderland," [Name] sniffled before speaking again, "the people here all seem to be witches as they use magic but refer to themselves as magicians. Although, they are kinda cocky. One fucked up my strawberry shortcake and then tried to fight me but I quickly put them in their place. Most don't seem to understand English and looking at a few maps, Death City doesn't even exist. The sun nor the moon smile," she explained to her father. Stein was silent as he listened to his daughter explained.
"How did you get here? How long were you here?"
"On the mission, I took down the Kishin egg soul and was going to head to a hotel to stay at when I was approached by a few black horses pulling a carriage. I black out when they got close and when I woke up, I found myself in a coffin in this place- a school called Nigth Raven Collage. And as for how long I've been here? Only three days." Now that part confused the male.
"Three days? [Name]–You've been missing for three weeks," [E/c] eyes widened. She was gone for three weeks? But she was only here for three days! [Name] face contorted as she thought.
"There must be a time difference. Most likely a day here would equal a week back home. This world is strange."