NatePat One-Shots

Awake

"You'd think she'd remember all this from the first time!"

"Give her a chance..."

"You've brought the wrong Alice!"

How had he not seen? How could he let himself be caught? Did he even consider the possibility that he could've been tricked? He expected to be on the hardwood floor or in the cold hard dirt, bleeding out or with broken limbs, but he didn't feel anything except for a buzzing on the back of his neck. If Matt knew any better he'd think that he stumbled out of bed and onto the floor, but it was quite clear that there was nothing in the room, or wherever he was. Was he even home? It didn't feel like it. The ground felt like tile or some sort of wood, but the air was nearly impossible to breath in with all the dust floating in the air, seeping into his pores, and making him sweat. Finally, his eyes fluttered open and he took in his surroundings.

"She's changed, hasn't she?"

"Maybe, it seems she's rather dainty."

"Muzzle it, the lot of you!"

Matt sat up and heaved breaths in anxiety, this wasn't home, this wasn't his room, and this certainly wasn't the garden he had been walking through only minutes ago. Where was he? The air was full with the smell of dust and Earth, but the floor was made of polished wood with a rounded table in the center. There was a bottle full of clear liquid with a tag that read: 'drink me' but Matt wasn't about to drink whatever was inside, fearing that it might be poison or alcohol. The room was full of doors and a lone curtain which would've looked suspicious had it not blended into the walls, which were also made of polished wood.

"Curiouser and curiouser..." Matt mumbled, standing and looking at the floor.

There was a hole in it.
A human sized hole.
Had he fell from the floor?

Matt then looked up and noticed that the ceiling was a bit cracked but there was no hole, which confused him very much. If he'd fallen from the floor and ended up on the ceiling, how had he been able to stay up there? This question buzzed around in his head until his throat felt dry, he glanced at the bottle of liquid but thought better of it. What if, if he drank the mystery liquid, he would potentially harm his immune system? His mind was too fogged to realize that he already had the bottle to his lips and was drinking the liquid, but only a small sip. It was sour, his burned the back of his throat and made him cough, but it wasn't until it was too late that he noticed the room stretching in size. His heart raced as he was now shorter than the table, but larger than a peanut, his mind couldn't comprehend and he almost collapsed. Then he noticed a clear box containing a single cookie, with another tag that said: 'Eat me' and tried to think. If the liquid had made him shrink then the cookie would make him grow, right? He doubted it'd be that easy but he also noticed that a key had appeared in the table, right next to where he placed the bottle. Matt groaned and attempted to climb up the table leg, hoping to swing himself up onto the glass to get the key, but his fear caused him to slip and slide back to the floor.

"Oh, fine then!" Matt huffed and opened the glass box.

The cookie tasted quite stale with a hint of sweet, but the moment his head hit the ceiling Matt knew he had been right. The key lay a ways away from the bottle and he carefully placed it into his hand, crouching down to avoid any injury to his cranium. He drank the liquid again and shrunk back to his smaller size, but which door would the key lead to? He was too small to reach the doors but then he'd be too big to reach them without breaking something, but the curtain remained untouched until Matt final found it suspicious. He also noticed his black suit laying in a heap of tears on the floor, discarded and destroyed. Luckily he had put on an undershirt and a pair of loose shorts, just in case he had to take off the constricting clothing for whatever reason. He pushed the curtain to the side and found a door about his size, the key fit perfectly and he opened it, feeling a breeze ruffle his hair and send chills down his back. But the area was unlike anything he'd ever seen, there were large flowers, literal dragonflies, horseflies, and singing roses who stopped upon his arrival. But they weren't the only pairs of eyes staring at him, for there was the white rabbit standing with a group of other men.

"See? I knew it was the right Alice!" He chimed.

"She doesn't look anything like herself!" A man with green hair and glasses commented.

"That's because she's the wrong Alice!" A man with blue hair whined.

"No, she's the one, I am certain." A familiar, well-dressed man said.

"And why is that?" A red haired male asked.

"Well, it seems that our Alice wasn't a 'she' at all," he smirked, eyeing Matt up and down, "but a 'he' instead."

Matt stared at them peculiarly and wondered if he'd gone crazy, or if he was dead, but one thing was for sure he was definitely afraid. His senses were on high alert as he watched the well-dressed man walk closer to him, smiling kindly.

"My name is Nathan Sharp, welcome to Wonderland... Alice." He chuckled.

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this is the last chapter for this one
eh not my best work
hope you guys enjoy!