Markiplier: Once Upon A Time

The Mark Hatter Consults The Bloody Red Queen

Mark woke up with a sore body. If he got the chance to, he wouldn't even be able to describe one specific thing that hurt the most because falling asleep whilst shackled to a wall leaves no part unhurt.

He glanced up to see Alice standing up and facing the boarded up window. She said nothing, her unruly hair marked with drops of sunlight that shone through the cracks between the boards.

The clock on the wall said it was 7:56 AM, but the clock was a couple minutes behind. Mark didn't know that. Alice did.

"How long have you been standing there like that?" Mark asked, sitting up as straight as his pained back allowed him to.

"It doesn't matter," Alice replied, her gaze still locked onto the boards.

"What are you doing then?" Mark questioned. He simply got a huff from Alice.

"It doesn't matter," she said again. She continued to stare for an hour or two as Mark thought silently to himself.

After what seemed like eternity, Mark was grabbed by a guard and shoved down halls to the throne room. He was going to meet the Queen.

~~~Le time skip brought to you--nay, thrust upon you by Kevin the Angel/Demon fox~~~

The guard threw Mark onto the red carpeted stairs leading up to the lavish red and gold throne. His handcuffs clanked together, ringing out loudly in the silent room. The Queen sat on the throne, not bothering to look up first. Why would she want to? She had better things to do than spend her time looking at a terrorist.

"I don't know why you got caught so easily, Hatter," she began. "You usually evade capture like some sort of beast."

"I'm not the Mad Hatter..." Mark muttered, almost giving up on his innocence.

"Oh come now. Your silly, petty, and generally poorly thought-out excuses are no use to you here, Hatter," Queen said, looking up slowly.

When the Queen's eyes connected with Mark's, a look almost resembling indignance crossed her features. It was as if she was offended to have laid eyes on the beast. Or rather, what she thought was the beast.

There's no true way to describe what was happening in the throne room that cloudy, foggy morning. The best way I could explain what this was like is by perhaps using chicken and turkey as an example.

When you eat a turkey, you know it's the real deal. It has a certain flavour and texture to it that makes it turkey. But chicken is different. It's good enough to pass as turkey, but when you pay attention to it, you realize it's not the real deal.

That's what was happening in the throne room. Mark was the chicken, Hatter the turkey. The Queen was staring at Mark now, realizing slowly that he wasn't Hatter, but still close enough. Mark continued to attempt to verify the rising suspicion that he was not, in fact, the Hatter. Yet this was, foreseeably, to no avail.

"I swear to you I am not the Mad Hatter!" Mark said for practically the hundredth time. The Queen let out a shrill laugh.

"And you've mentioned!" She shouted, leaning forward and adjusting her blood red dress. "I don't think you understand. We have caught you. You are he who plagues this land with lies and evil. You are the one who instils terror into hearts of grown men. You are a monster and we have now caged you, yet you continue to deny all allegations made against you."

"It's because I'm not him! If I were him, you would see it in my eyes. Do I look like him to you? Are these the eyes of a madman?!"

There was a heavy silence as the Queen gazed deeply into Mark's Dark brown eyes. He gazed back, fear and sorrow filling his eyes, a hint of hopelessness crossing them when the Queen leaned back in the throne.

"Give me one good reason I should ever trust you."

"I wish there was, but I don't want to sound like a broken record."

"Why?"

"Because I'm not him."

"Take this man to the holding cell! Make it known to the world that he has been caught! The Mad Hatter plagues this land no more."

The guards grabbed Mark's arms and began to drag him out of the room. Craning his head around to look once more at the Queen, he spoke his last words to her.

"When the real Hatter attacks again after my beheading, you'll have yourself to blame for the blood on your hands."

The guards stopped for a moment as the Queen glanced up, locking eyes with Mark.

"And who do you think they'll blame for the tragedies of our kingdom once the supposed 'Hatter' is dead?"

"Me?"

"Dearest Queen, I regrettably inform you that I. Am. Not. The. Mad. Hatter."

"Guards! Rid me of this filth!"

"I know why you're called the Bloody Red Queen." Mark began to be dragged from the throne room. As the doors began to shut, he shouted through them at the Queen, "I know I'm not supposed to be rude to my queen, but go suck a bag of dicks!"

Slam!!

{{Get ready for the final chapter which will resolve this horrible ordeal!}}