Stitches | Twisted Wonderland (Discontinued)

Ⅸ| 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬

 Choco: *desperately wanting to just skip to the overbolt*
Procrastination: Do it later
Boredom: Just skip to it if you want to do it so badly. It's less work and you get to the good bit.
My unwillingness to leave something I enjoy half-assed: I think the think not motherfucker

Now they are currently fighting. Just like... never mind. Saying that would give too much away... Anyways enjoy!

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

Last time

"It's a floating head!" Elima said like a child. "IT'S A FLOATING HEAD!!"

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

───── ❝ 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥 𝐈 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬. ❞ ─────

The other boys yelled out. The head smiled.
"Oh! It seems like all of me isn't here." They watched as a body slowly appeared attached to the head. Luckily clothed. "That's better!"
"Oh. So you do have a body. Um who are you?" Deuce questioned the new male. His golden eyes slightly creased in delight as he waved at them.
"The name's Artemiy Artemiyevich Pinker. Am I a cat? A purrson? A mimsy borogrov, perhaps? A more rath with a knack for magic?" The purple-haired male questioned with a cat-like smile. At that moment, [name] took notice of the tail swishing lowly behind the male. She also noticed how he wasn't wearing a uniform. Instead, he had a purple and pink striped shirt underneath a white jacket paired with a pair of blue jeans. 

"Alright Ar....Art...Run that name by me again." Ace said after struggling with the male's name.
"He said his name is Artemiy Artemiyevich Pinker, is that right?" Elima knew it was right, he just wanted to show off. Artemiy nodded.
"That's correct. But people just call me Chenya. You can say I'm not from the other side of the looking glass."
"Weirdo..." Elima seemed to slightly flinch. Chenya smiled, "Compared to everyone here, I'm-"
"No more mad than they are," [name] finished his sentence. Chenya looked over at her in slight surprise.
"Yeah. Exactly what I was gonna say. Say are you a mind reader or something?" The cat hybrid questioned, floating closer to the prefect.
"Nope."

Ace scoffed, "After the little psychological speech you just gave and the insanity that teapot tyrant put me through, I'm not in the mood for whatever this is so just leave."
"Riddle the teapot tyrant," Chenya snicked, "Well, I can't dismiss that perspective as wrong. He's always been quite strict."
"Do you know something about him," Deuce wondered.
"Perhaps there are things that I know, and perhaps there are thing that I don't," Chenya said with a grin and a slight tile of his head, causing his golden earings to clank together lightly.
"Cheshire. Always with the backward or riddles for answers," A voice whispered.
"Is there something you wish to know about Riddle?" Ace crossed his arms,
"Yeah I would. Like what created such a control freak?" Chenya pretends to think before grinning.
"I believe his four-eyed friend may have the answer." Elima was next to speak,
"Four-eyes? You mean Trey? So they were childhood friends?" The purple-haired male nodded.
"He's known Riddle since we were all little boys. If you want to know more about Riddle. I would begin my quest there."
"So they are childhood friends. Huh. I don't really get that impression," Deuce muttered.
"If you're so perceptive, then what are you asking me for? Buh-bye!" In a flurry of purple glitter, the male began to disappear.
"Wait!" Chenya in fact did not wait. He continued to disappear, leaving nothing but a smile and the echo of his laughter.