♥️♠️♦️♣️🃏 "I know better than to trust a pack of cards." I whisper in the shaking ear of my so called knight in shining armour. Her sharpened face flashes white but soon returns to its healthy peach like appearance. And like most peaches one could ever hope to find in Wonderland, her cracked skin is rotten, bruised, and covered in worms. The Red Knight is what they call her. Well, her armor won't be the only thing red when I'm done with her. I stuff my left hand to the brim with all the cherry cola hair it could possibly hold before yanking her masculine form up then her head back to reveal the black and blue flesh of her slightly too long neck. The bruises were so bold when compared to her shiny armour and lovely hair. Didn't really fit her colour scheme now did it? Maybe I could fix that for her. After all, what were friends for?