Love Sick Fred (Drop Dead Fred Fanfiction)

Chapter Eight

Lizzie found herself in a strange place, reminiscent in feeling to the world Fred had taken her to face her fears, but with a much colder vibe.

This was a large and empty room, white-walled and completely square. There were no doors or windows, and despite its clearly visible ends, it all seemed to go on forever with lighting that had no discernible source and a ceiling that expanded into blackness overhead.

An uneasy feeling crept up inside Lizzie. "Where the hell am I?" she whispered, wrapping her arms tightly around herself. The last thing she remembered she had been fast asleep in her bed, having a normal dream about eating waffles, which had somehow turned into her walking down the aisle to marry Fred... Her heart skipped.

"Oh crap! I'm sleep teleporting now?"

"Not exactly," said a random and disembodied female voice.

Lizzie jumped, accidentally taking a step from her place in the center of the room. The wall behind her literally followed with a loud, heavy scrape along the ground, and she watched wide-eyed as its opposite wall fell away like someone had pulled a piece from a Jenga game.

A low rumbling started and the ground lurched, dropping Lizzie to her knees with a shout. The flooring then twisted like a Rubik's Cube toward the wall on her right and clicked into place as it triggered the walls to reset like a strange and demented puzzle.

Lizzie shook and curled her fingers against the black and white checkered tiles, fighting to catch her breath. Right now she really wished Fred would appear to get her the hell out of here and remove his magical powers from her before she strangled him. She felt very vulnerable and alone without him, and if this was part of the world he came from, she decided it explained a lot about his "sanity."

"I feel like I'm in a funhouse..." she muttered.

"You have a very boring view of a funhouse," replied the disembodied voice. "Seems a bit lacking in décor..."

Lizzie pushed herself back to her feet, unfortunately taking another step which caused the room to repeat its hellish cycle. She braced herself and planted her feet as the flooring jarred back to the left and brought her face to face with a dark-haired woman showing off a smile and a cup of tea.

"Hello, Elizabeth."

Lizzie screamed so hard she almost lost her balance. "Oh shit! ...Where did you? What... Who... who are you?" Her eyes widened as she noticed two men sitting bound and gagged on the floor behind the woman. "What the HELL is going on?!"

The dark-haired beauty smiled. "I'm Yin, this is a box, and those two idiots behind me are my associates. Ignore them. They've been placed on timeout. Just think of them as carry-on luggage."

"Uh..." Lizzie's face ticked as she tried to take this all in, but she wasn't entirely sure she wanted to. She could hear the man on the right mumbling something under his gag, prompting Yin to materialize a staff out of nowhere and rap him on the head.

"Shhh..." Yin hushed, holding the tip of the staff to her lips. "This is my vacation. I'll not have you ruin it." She smiled wickedly and made the staff disappear before turning back to Lizzie. "It's my teatime now." She lifted the teacup and took a loud sip, but her eyes widened in shock and she spat the drink back out.

"Oh my God, Yang!" she shouted, whipping around to the man on the left, who was clearly laughing under his gag. "This is what you've been on about for all these years? This isn't even tea, you half-assed Hatter! It's vodka and cranberry juice!"

The man laughed harder and mumbled something behind the cloth. Furious, Yin marched over and yanked down the gag.

"What was that?"