And so the dream continued, or so he beleived it to be...until he was proven wrong by the gash he'd received. Though he still couldn't believe all of it.
Though, whatever the hell was going on in this place, had been planned for a long time, being portryed through whatever the "Compedium" was. Though he still classed it as a calander, telling each day since the Beginning. It seemed like such a waste of time to him. Though it had proven useful, and terribly confusing at the same time.
Apparently, this place had a meaning to it. A tale was told of a fierce beast, it's name being so long and odd sounding, which was slayed by a knight baring the same name and appearance as the boy himself. This truly was more of a nightmare than a dream.
Afterwards had only been all the more confusing. Another beast, which was definately the stuff of nightmares had attacked, and all hell had risen afterwards.
After being seprated from the rest of the odd little gang he had acquired, he had found himself being told all kind of nonsense, by what appeared to be a very perverted looking cat of some kind. Flaming red hair and sharp teeth, told tales of things unimaginable, but eventually the dissapearing and reapearing homo had eventually agreed to show him along.
To the Hare and the Hatter, whoever they were.
After the cheshire cat had binded a cloth around Ciel's wounded arm, he lead him to a clearing as they came out of the woods. As they came to the end of the tangled, hidden path, they came to a rather weird house. The roof was thatched with brown fur instead of straw or shingles. The long chimney's sticking out of the top were shaped like rabbit ears. The door knob was a soft white tuft of fur-unmistakably a rabbit's tail.
"Who? What? Where?" The Hare cried, wringing his paws and whipping around so his long ears flapped.
The March Hare was seated around a long table in his front yard, presiding over a tea party with only two other guests. And from the looks of it, the party had been dragging on for a very. Long. Time. The white tablecloth was stained and threadbare, with glimpses of the pale wood underneath peeking through the holes. The chairs stood lopsided, as if waiting for guests who would never arrive... None of the teasets matched either. In front of the Hare, a blue willowware cup stood along side a cracked white saucer and a pale green teapot. The rest of the tea sets, were cracked and chipped, with ancient brown tea stains, that no one had even bothered to try cleaning up. Slumped in one of the chairs, was a pale, morose man, wearing a ragged, scorched top hat. His threadbare dark velvet tailcoat, hung loosely on his thin frame, and his eyes were lined with circles of exhaustion. He was staring blankly into space as Ciel and the Cheshire cat approached. The third member of the group however, was the same dormouse Ciel had met before, who had somehow managed to get ahead of him. The gruesome, bloody eye of the Bandersnatch hung like a trophy at her waist. She scowled when she saw Ciel emerge from the trees. But the man, known as the Mad Hatter, had another reaction entirely. At the sight of Ciel, he bolted upright. His whole being seemed to brighten. Transfixed, he moved towards him, stepping up onto the table and walking across it to get to him quicker.
"Its you." He said, as he reached towards his blue hair, then pulled his hand back before touching him.
"No its not!" The dormouse snapped, placing her hands on her hips, as her curls bounced as she shook her head. "The rabbit brought us the wrong boy!" The hatter, shook his head.
"Its absolutely Ciel! You're absolutely Ciel! I'd know you anywhere! I'd know her anywhere!" This time, he did touch him, gently taking his hand in his white gloved ones, and pulling him back to the table. He sat back down and smiled at him. "Well, as you can see, we're still having tea. Its all because I was obliged to kill time, waitng for you. You're terribly late you know~...Naughty~ well, anyway."
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