Mleh. New fic. Jump for joy!

What exactly do the rest of you say in your ANs? I'm blank. Bleh. Grr. Ignore me.

So anyways, this is mostly animeverse, and takes place… I wanna say after the Battle Aboard the Ghost Ship episode… :/ idk. Hope you like, and don't forget to review!

~inspired by and dedicated to in part sesame2009 – hi five fellow otaku sister!~

Maka yawned and slugged out of her room. And promptly fell down a hole.

What the… hell?

See, her day had started out normal. She'd woken up at 6:00am promptly, organized her backpack for fifteen minutes (including sorting her notes on the substructure of a witch's outer soul layer for the thousandth time), then donned her usual outfit and flung open the door to her room, prepared to run out and clock Soul around the head with a frying pan for being his usual lazy self. Or maybe it would be more productive to use a book? No matter.

I digress. At that moment, Maka seemed to have the time to look down and think, I'll kill Blair if this is some new magical experiment, before falling. What a strange hole. At first it had been dirt and earth, then it went to entirely stone, then to some stretchy rubberlike substance, and finally to more of a stream of air that lifted her along as she was swept through a purple plastic slide that looked like something she'd obsessed over at the age of five. It had gone from a bottomless pit to a long winding tunnel that wove and twisted and flung the poor scythe meister around like a baby rabbit in a fox's grip.

Then, with a yelp, the tunnel ended and she was tossed out into a skidding stop on a endless grassy field. Whirling around, Maka strained to catch a glimpse of the strange tunnel, but nothing was there. She cursed. Great, now how am I supposed to get back? And where is this place? It doesn't look like Death City at all. Could there be some strange underground society? No, Lord Death would have told us-

Her thoughts were interrupted by a chorus of thumps, thuds, and strange plopping sounds. Trees, bushes, roots, everything began popping up around her. Strangest of all, she found herself sitting on a bushy leaf that was wider than she was tall. It barely quivered under her substantially insignificant weight. For indeed, she seemed to have shrunk.

Thump. Thump. Thump. Thunk. A strange uneven gait caught her attention. Out of nowhere…

"Soul?" she gasped, shocked. Her weapon raised an eyebrow at her, then glanced down at a… what the hell? Why did Soul have a silver pocketwatch? And why was he wearing that weird suit- wait. Why. The. Hell. Did. Soul. Have. BUNNY EARS?

"Ah, Alice. Forty-three seconds late," the not-Soul grumped. "Why can't anybody ever be perfectly on time?"

She scrambled down off the leaf. "Why are you wearing bunny ears?"

This stranger who only looked like Soul had the decency to look offended. "'Bunny ears?' I am a rabbit, my dear. The White Rabbit, to be precise. And I love being precise. Anyways, I am the Timekeeper, always having to make sure people get places on time." He sighed. "Foolish creatures. Especially that dratted March Hare. Gives us rabbits a bad name."

"Wait a second..." the truth slowly beginning to dawn on her, Maka asked, horrified, "am I in Wonderland?"

"But of course!" Soul - no, the White Rabbit - exclaimed. "You've passed the first test. Time to meet another!" And with that he was gone. Simply disappeared into thin air. She raced forward, looking around frantically, then noticed the hole under her feet. She sighed.

"Again?"

Okay, bit of a preview ;) but the next chapter will be quite interesting... hehehe... quite interesting indeed...

~DeaththeKidKat