Inspired by little Alice from Alice in Wonderland. (personality wise yk)
A little girl named Alice (yes) age 5 1/2 or about to be 6. *She did something bad, though she doesn't remember because of the shock/trauma. All she remembers is blood. She got...
Dark, scary, creepy, and bloody—these words painted the scene as a little girl wandered through the woods, weeping and sobbing endlessly. She had been crying for so long that she couldn't remember why she was running or why her oversized white T-shirt was stained with blood. Foggy memories of a hand and a puddle of blood flashed through her mind, but she was lost in a haze of tears and confusion until the trees suddenly disappeared from view.
She found herself in an open landscape, staring at a "weirdly big-looking house." Her heart pounded as she looked around, trying to see if anyone was nearby. Curiosity drew her closer to the house, which stood about 15 feet away. She didn't notice that she already had stopped crying. The house had a base color of purple, with green-outlined windows and a red front door, all in dark shades, possibly due to dirt or neglect. Neon lights of purple and green glowed from within, drawing her in and almost making her forget her fear and tears. Despite being shoeless, she put on her big girl shoes and walked forward.
Two large red doors stood between her and the inside of the house. Just as she reached for the door handle, she heard someone approaching and quickly hid behind what turned out to be a car. Two men emerged from the house—one muscular, the other leaner but still strong. She watched them closely, waiting for them to leave. When they were distracted, she slipped into the "weird big house" unnoticed.
As she approached the open door, she cautiously stepped inside. The sight that greeted her was beyond anything she had imagined. Two grand staircases stood in the middle of the room, each step illuminated with purple and green lights. The walls were stark white, adorned with medium-sized red hearts, diamonds, and what looked like black leaves, well to her.
To her right was the kitchen, also outlined in purple and green lights, contrasting with the white walls and cabinetry but lacking the whimsical patterns of the entryway. A long bar table with red chairs accented with gold bases and a clear dining table surrounded by red, gold-outlined chairs caught her eye.
Turning to the left, she noticed the living room, which mirrored the same lighting scheme, framing the TV above and below. A small crystal chandelier hung in the center, emitting a soft yellowish-white light. The red sofa, outlined in gold, stood out in the room, with a clear coffee table in front of it cluttered with various items. The space between the sofa and the wall was about eight feet, and on the wall hung a large, all-black jester or clown figure—she couldn't quite tell which.
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(For the wall) (Do whatever u please with your imagination ^^ and reference for lighting and other stuff) ———————
A noise near the stairs startled her, so she quickly hid behind the sofa. Peeking out, she saw more men appear, all dressed in black with bizarre clown makeup. One man noticed her peeking and she immediately ducked back down. He blinked once, twice, and then a third time before signaling to the others that someone was behind the sofa. They quietly approached with weapons in hand, only to find a little blonde girl, covered in blood and looking like a mess with her disheveled hair.
The little girl shrieked loudly but then stared at them curiously. The men exchanged confused glances before putting their guns away.
One of them knelt down in front of her and said, "Um...hi there, little lady." She looked at him and backed away slightly. "Ahh, don't worry, I'm not gonna hurt you. Are you lost?" he asked. She remained silent. The other men began to murmur among themselves.
"Should we tell someone about this or...?" one asked.
"Maybe Frost?" another suggested.
The man kneeling said, "I think it's better if we just sneak her out or, you know..." He trailed off, and they all looked at each other, sighing in agreement. As he got up, someone entered the living room. The men quickly turned to the right, and the man who had been talking to the girl stepped in front of her.
"I'm sorry, but did you guys hear that noise?" the newcomer asked. The men mentally facepalmed, and one of them quickly replied, "I'm not sure what noise you're referring to, sir Frost." The man, now identified as Frost, looked at them suspiciously. The girl peeked out from behind the man shielding her, catching Frost's attention.
"Hmm. You do know there's a little girl behind you, Mike?" Frost raised an eyebrow at the man named Mike. "Uh..." was all Mike managed to say. Frost sighed and motioned for Mike to step aside. Mike moved, and the girl looked from him to Frost.
"Hey there," Frost said with a small smile. "Where did you come from?" He glanced at the other men, clearly asking them how the girl ended up here. They just shrugged nervously. Frost looked back at the girl. "So, what's your name, little one?" She continued to look at him, silent at first, and then quietly said, "A-Alice."
"Do you have a name, sweetie?" Frost asked again.
"Alice," she repeated, a bit louder this time. Frost smiled and looked at the men.
"We have to get her out now," he said seriously. "We don't want the Boss to find out about this little incident." The other men nodded in agreement. But before they could take action, the Boss himself appeared, descending the stairs. The men nervously glanced at Frost, who remained noticeably calmer.
"So, have we found out where that noise came from?" the Boss asked.
"Sir, no, we haven't...yet," Frost replied.
The Boss glared at Frost and groaned. "Oh? I see then... I NEED ALL OF YOU SEARCHING THIS MANSION FROM TOP TO BOTTOM, OR YOU'RE ALL DEAD MEAT!" His voice boomed, causing the girl behind Frost to jump. "Deal with it now, pleaseee," he added with mock politeness, grinning.
"Yes, sir," Frost responded.
"Goody!" the Boss said, his voice darkening as he headed back upstairs.
"Alright, now we have to deal with the little—" Frost froze, realizing the girl was no longer behind him. "Shit, SHIT!" he exclaimed. Turning to the men, he shouted, "What are you waiting for? You heard the Boss!" The men quickly scattered to search for the girl.
