Bubbles In Wonderland (Boomubbles AU)
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  • Parts 18
  • Time 1h 36m
  • Reads 5,368
  • Votes 287
  • Parts 18
  • Time 1h 36m
Complete, First published Jul 31, 2016
Mature
"If your name is Boomer, then why does everyone call you Mad Hatter?" She asked as he sighed and looked towards her.

"Bubbles my dear, this is wonderland. After thousand years living here, nothing is sane nor perfect. This place is mad and insane, also imperfect. Bubbles my dear, welcome to Wonderland, where no one will call you by your name, just simply by the way you act." He replied as she stared at him, in wonder. 

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Wanting to run away from her home life, chasing after something that would be in a fairy tale. Bubbles knew that her life was going to be changed, but after landing in the strange new world. She finds something beauitful, but yet strange. 

(((My twist on Lewis Carroll, Alice In Wonderland)))
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