"Why is a raven like a writing desk?"
Silence was the only answer he received. Why was a raven like a writing desk? Hatta didn't know. He felt like he should, but he didn't.
He had so many questions like that.
Why was he sitting here at this table? Why did it look like a demented tea party? Was it someone's unbirthday? Was there no fun to be had, then? Were those hats hanging on the walls?
Hatta couldn't tell.
Because he no longer knew.
There was a doormouse in one of the teapots on the table. Hatta wondered why he chose there to sleep, but thought of it no longer after the initial question.
There was a march hare as well. He seemed to have had a bit too much tea, so Hatta poured him another cup.
He only knew a few things anymore. Such as the fact that his hair was white. But did he really know that for sure?
He didn't know.
One of the things he thought he knew was the fact of his madness. He was mad. It was certain, as certain as a bat flew as high as a tea tray.
As the top hat on his head tilted forward alarmingly, Hatta thought of another thing he knew. He had made these hats.
He didn't know how or when or why, but he did.
He sat back again, adjusting his hat, and continued his query. "Why is a raven like a writing desk?"
The doormouse continued sleeping, the march hare continued sipping. Neither commented.
He knew the answer, he knew it. But he didn't. He couldn't remember.
One of the things he did know was that he was waiting.
Waiting for a little girl named Alice.
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The Darkside
FanfictionJest is dead, Cath has lost her heart, Hatta's gone mad, and Raven... well, he was already a murderer. And what about Alice? Well, she's coming to this dark side of Wonderland. Rook, Raven, Red, White. Time turned to fight. This is not your normal...
