Picture is how Dan looks in this ok
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---------------Phil's eyes darted furiously around the room, looking for something to hold onto.
He shuffled to the chandelier and held on for dear life as the room became normal. Soon, he was hanging high up in the air.
It would take at least four clones of himself stacked on top of each other to reach him; he was stuck hanging here forever.
A tune much like one on a carousel echoed throughout the room as a horde of bubbles invaded the space.
The hanging boy struggled to look behind him at the army of oncoming bubbles, wincing as one just missed his body.
They began to slam themselves against the chandelier dangerously, popping at each powerful hit, but instantly replaced by another.A dismal noise sounded from the ceiling, a wide crack sprouting from the chandelier's base, causing part of it to tumble down past Phil.
His eyes widened. "No no! Bubbles, STOP!"
Their aggressiveness didn't waver an inch, the crack still growing bigger and bigger.
A loud rumble resonated from the strained ceiling.
The bubbles seemed to enjoy the look of absolute horror on the black-haired man's face, as they all seemed to take a step back.
"I'm going to die here, aren't I?" Phil said to himself, looking fearfully at the floor far beneath him.
As if answering him, the chandelier gave way and Phil tumbled towards the ground.
He never hit the ground, however, as he landed in someone's outstretched arms.
Phil squeaked in surprise and looked up.Standing above him was a boy that he could only describe as a friendly giant. He was tall; even taller than Phil, and had a wide, friendly smile spreading across his features.
They smiled at each other for a few seconds before the stranger remembered he was holding Phil like a baby. "Oh! My apologies,"
He placed his feet on the floor delicately as if he would break at the slightest hint of roughness, letting him go softly."My name is Dan. Nice to meet you Phil."
He blinked. "I didn't say my name,"
The only response he got was a sly, knowing smile.
"I um... where am I?" Phil asked confusedly..
"Wonderland, of course."
Dan looked surprised when Phil's look of confusion didn't change.
"What do you think you dream of at night?""Dr. Harrison says what you dream depends on the food you eat beforehand," Phil shrugged. "I don't dream of anything abnormal."
The other person stared at Phil, wide eyed.
"Rabbit got the wrong Phil, didn't he?"
A moment passed. "No, he wouldn't have fallen through if he wasn't...""Are you mad? I'm right here, you know."
Dan narrowed his eyes, reaching into his coat and pulling out a vial of deep purple liquid. He slammed it down on the table, and spun on his heels towards the wall.
"Hey, wait!" Phil shouted after him.
The boy stopped at the wall, reaching in his coat once more and pulling out a piece of stark white chalk.
He drew a rough square a pushed lightly on the wall, which glowed and creaked open like a door.
"If you're the real Phil, then you'll figure it out."
Slam! And he and the door were gone.Phil looked at the bottle Dan had left for him, picking it up and examining it.
The purple cloudy liquid shifted immediately on contact, forming a wispy drink me.
He knew He probably shouldn't; drinking a strange magic drink in a strange place seemed like a good way to end up dead.
Nonetheless, the boy took a swig from the bottle.It tasted like liquid happiness; chocolate, laughter, and sunshine all in one.
He could practically feel himself sinking into a cloud.
He opened his eyes and the euphoria was shattered.
I'm shrinking! He thought.
The clothes he wore slipped off of him as he grew smaller, much to
Phil's horror.
He landed with a soft plop on what he assumed was his shirt."What in the world?!"
Surely I'm dreaming; I must be.Clambering out of the pile of clothes, Phil noticed an outfit on a tiny hangar.
The outfit itself was relatively strange, a red and purple striped waistcoat with green pants, but the fact that it was here waiting for the man unnerved him.Nonetheless, he put it on.
The room looked so much larger to Phil now that he was the size of a regular pinkie finger.
A table leg suddenly creaked open, revealing a near perfect looking cake with the words eat me in bright red frosting."Well cake, if you insist." He said, laughing nervously.
Wolfing it down, He almost died. It tasted like some kind of heavenly mix of vanilla and chocolate, bringing tears to his eyes.
The floor suddenly became further and further away from my face.
His head hit the ceiling, causing me to gasp in pain.Phil was frustrated. "Dan! How am I supposed to get out of here?!"
He flailed his arms in frustration, hitting the ceiling.
A large chunk broke away, sunlight streaming in.He paused for a moment in horror before smiling maliciously. Phil tore at the ceiling, forcing pieces down one by one.
Eventually, the hole was big enough for him to climb through, so he did.His surroundings were as big as he was, making the room he was just in look like a dollhouse.
"It's 'bout time."Phil jumped and whipped his head towards the voice.
It was Dan, of course, looking put off."Well then, follow me."
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