"Ugh..." With a groan, the White Rabbit slowly opened his eyes. He was met with the sight of a lamp hanging from the wall, slightly shaking, threatening to fall off.
The White Rabbit gently rubbed his temples and got up from the ground. Checking his surroundings, he had no idea why he was here.
"Oh dear..." The Rabbit silently muttered, "Did I use too much of my magic and fell unconscious? Nay- That can't be it. Why would I use my magic here?"
The white rabbit thought and thought, and eventually, a few tiny bits of memories came back to him. First, he went to the library in the pit to get a book about a special kind of plant that grows only in specific locations, high in the peaks of mountains. Second, after getting the book, he immediately walked toward his lab while reading the book and was disappointed by its content. The plant had a unique characteristic that could turn one insane by simply sniffing it, but its effects differed from the Madness beasts. And third, just when he was about to enter his laboratory, he...
The White Rabbit's eyes suddenly widened. He could've sworn he was attacked by something- a human- just as he was about to enter the lab! That freak even had the corpse of a rabbit in his hand!
'But alas!' Thought the rabbit, 'How come I'm not dead?' He was sure he saw the glint of a sword reaching towards him before he fell unconscious.
The White Rabbit hurriedly checked his body, and noticed there weren't any wounds or injuries. Perhaps he was paranoid and sleep-deprived from his research to the point he began hallucinating. No- what if Madness finally took a hold of him, and that was the cause of the illusion?
These thoughts troubled the old rabbit, but they all vanished as soon as he laid his eyes on the door next to him. It was the door to his lab, and it was open. The White Rabbit suddenly felt a surge of anxiety, and just as he was about to look inside the room-
*Vroom!*
He immediately ducked to the side and held his head in panic. A large, black object suddenly flew from inside the door and crashed against the walls of the hall, mere meters away from the White Rabbit. The White Rabbit's ears shook, and after breathing for a few moments, he carefully turned around.
His eyes widened once more as he gazed at the figure. It was a large, disgusting mass of what seemed to be ink. Its tentacles were plentiful, some of them extending several meters. It was spherical, three meters in diameter, and had an abundant amount of eyes. They all looked creepy and were triple the size of a normal eye. But, in its center, there was an ever bigger eye, at least six times the size of a normal eye. They all had black pupils, and there was an obvious expression in all of them.
Fear.
The White Rabbit immediately knew what this creature was- an Observer! it was the same creature he captured a few months ago! He had been experimenting and examining it all this time. He had made sure it was sealed in a jar filled with magic that specifically worked against it, and yet, it somehow let loose? Was the magic he used not enough?
No- the White Rabbit knew that wasn't the case, otherwise that monster wouldn't have had a look of fear in its eyes. Whatever launched it here, it clearly had to have been powerful.
It didn't take much for the White Rabbit to connect the dots. There wasn't anyone else in the lab, so the only thing that could've done this is-
'That human! It wasn't an illusion?!'
Before the White Rabbit could cast any magic on that creature, he saw a rather fast sword flung toward the Observer. It tried to block the sword with its tentacles, but somehow, it slipped from the gaps of the tentacles, as if whoever threw it had calculated it beforehand, and it tore through one of the creature's eyes. A massive amount of ink-like substance spilled from the wound. The sword managed to pierce it and even lodged the monster into the wall.
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Madness In Wonderland
FantasyHere I am, in this boundless sea of blood. No sound could be heard, save for the ones I make. I don't know where I am, or what am I doing here. A sword in my hand, It's all I have and all I am. What kind of place is this, anyway? The sea's depth see...