Down The Rabbithole

Ch5

(Art and character above belongs to vivziepop.)

Ever heard of the sport sky diving? If not, how about paragliding? Or parachuting? Either way all those sports had something in common. All of them involved jumping or 'falling' from very high heights but with the safety of a hang glider, or parachute, or some other form of safety proceedures. Or the very least a helmet.

THIS IS NOT WHAT SHE WANTED TO BE DOING THANK YOU VERY MUCH!!

She couldn't quite grasp what was exactly happening as she flailed about and her hair whipped around her. One moment she was standing on solid ground and the next she was suddenly falling through the air and spinning out of control! Was this Chesire's idea of a joke?! If it was then this was NOT funny at all! She flipped with a yelp and was now facing downwards, making her hair whipped behind her freeing her face and she screamed as a giant grandfather clock flew passed her, her head twisting to follow it as it rocketed up...Wait. A CLOCK?! She looked back and wish she hadn't when she rapidly blinked at the absolute downwards spiral of BRIGHT orange-pink funnel stared back at her while she was falling down it- She yelped and moved aside as a teacup. A TEACUP!! Of all things flew past her next. Followed by another, then a matching teapot, then a matching tea tray, silver tea spoons, and the rest of a whole tea set. What the heck!? In the distance more objects started to whizz past her as she continued to free fall to whatever this thing lead to. Was this what Chesire experienced everytime he used the mirror?....HOLY COW WATCH OUT!! A book, thankfully not a very thick one, hit her forehead before continuing on past her and she thought the air pushing her to clutch the spot where it hit her for a second. Yelping again when she did a flip in mid air and was falling but now in the position as if bridal style. Her hair still whipping upwards from her head. Her red eyed looking around at the now clutter of things as they whizzed by her. Chairs, tables, tea sets, books, paintings, hourglasses, watches!! You name it it was there-

"OOF!!"

Her body finally stopped when her body landed in a chair right under her and paused. The chair with the new weight starting going downwards slower than she previously was falling, watching as things kept floating up past her and she gripped the chair. Hands digging into the cushioned arms of the chair, pulled her legs towards her body, and her head snapping around looking at everything as she breathed heavily.

"CHESIRE!?," She shouted at the top of her lungs horrified. It echoed around this whole magical tunnel thing and repeated back to her, and was the only reply back to her, "CHESIRE!? HELP!! T-T-THIS ISN'T FUNNY!! IT'S ACTUALLY PRETTY SCARY!!" Still no sounds but the funny echoes and the ticking of clocks going past her. Her eyes darting around at all the objects flying past and growing ever more scared. "O-O-OK!! HAHA!! V-VERY FUNNY!! NOW KNOCK THIS OFF!!"

Clink!

"HA!!" She scrambled back into the chair when something bumped into her arm which she wretched to her side...and she blinked. "...O-Oh?"

It was just a tall vase with umbrellas sticking out of it in stripped patterns. She sighed but paused again at the giant sign also sticking out of the vase. In bright silver letters it read: 'Wonderland Tunnels. Please take one umbrella for all your traveling needs.' And she blinked....Wonderland Tunnels? What the heck was that? Was this the passageway to Chesire's home he spoke of? ...Those eyes blinked back down at the umbrellas offered, and the vase wasn't moving from it's spot next to her. She didn't know what compelled her to slowly reach her hand back out. To slowly wrap it around one red handle that stuck out to her. To then pull it out and look at it's dark and light red stripes...And blinked. This was a way of traveling? What was she supposed to do? Pop it open and Mary Poppins this thing? She got her answer when the thing, ON IT'S OWN, popped open with a giant WHOOSH!! sound. It was like a giant gust of wind just forced her forward and back into the air. Her arm hurt from the giant yank on her arm and on instinct her other hand came over to clutch at the handle for dear life. The strangest thing was that she was being driven downwards which is NOT where she wanted to go!! Her body being swung back and forth like some ragdoll and she was scared she might be flung off to who knows where.

As she drove deeper and deeper into the unknown, all of a suddenly things were starting to spiral out of control. The random clocks, tea sets, and other things were starting to whizz past her faster and faster. And she was spinning and spinning faster and faster out of control as her surroundings became nothing but swirls of bright colors that was making her head hurt and her arms REALLY hurt from the amount of strain they were using to hold on! So she closed her eyes as soon as the bright light became too much! Her stomach felt like throwing up that breakfast she had and only spun faster and faster. Her fingers finally loosening their grip slowly.

Slowly.