Normal P.O.V.
"Boring. It's so boring to go camping by myself." Morticia mumbled to herself. It had sounded good in the beginning, being alone with no one to bother her or constantly say how sorry they were for her, but it was just so boring. "I appreciate nature but nothing is happening. I'm not catching any fish and not a single animal has gone into my traps! Thank God that I packed some food so that I wouldn't starve."
Morticia rested her back against a tree and huffed. At least no one could feel sorry for her out here, no one could express false pity for her out here in the wilderness. Of course, thinking of others not bugging her about false pity brought back the reason they were doing it. Tears came to her eyes that she quickly rubbed away. No use crying when it hadn't been her fault . . . but that still didn't erase the sadness that filled her.
I need to get back to camp before I start bawling over stupid shit. Thought Morticia to herself. She quickly made her way to her campsite and started a small fire to help keep the mosquitos away. Perhaps I should move away from this town. Go to Montana like Momma and Grandma wanted. Living in this hypocritical town is tearing down my soul and my will.
A rustling in the bush caught her attention. Maybe something will eat me so I don't have to worry about all this bullshit. But, nonetheless, she got up and went to check it out. Keeping a hand over the large hunting knife that she kept strapped to her thigh, she slowly and silently walked over to the bush. Upon reaching the bush, she nearly had a heart attack when a little white head popped out.
"Holy Hell, I almost had a heart attack because of a rabbit. I really need to stop expecting the worst." I also need to stop talking to myself. Whatever, being sane is way overrated anyway.
"Why would you need to do that, dear? Surely it has saved you many times, my dear." Morticia's whole body froze as the rabbit spoke.
"It has, but why are you talking to me? I'm sure that there is somebody more important for you to talk to." Morticia didn't question why she was talking to a rabbit, she didn't question why it was talking to her and she didn't care if the reason was that her mind had finally snapped from stress. She just accepted.
"No, you are very important! If any says other, they are incompetent!" Wow, he really means it. How sweet.
"Well then, may I see the rest of you? I like talking to you but I wish to know what the rest of you looks like." Morticia was polite in her request. The rabbit hesitated before walking out of the bush. Morticia smiled at its attire; a red checkered suit, a red neck tie that had a clock printed on it, and a large watch was strapped to on it's left side. It's so cute! Was the only thought running through Morticia's mind at seeing the little creature.
"You're quite the cute little one." Morticia said. Then she noticed that it was squinting, like it was having a hard time seeing. "Are you having trouble seeing?"
"Yes, I lost my glasses. Some savage animal chased me! I can't see a thing without my glasses, and I only have a little time left to find-!" He was so upset that he had started crying from, Morticia assumed, stress and frustration.
"Come here, little one." He hesitated before going to her. Morticia picked him up and cuddled him to her. "It's best to get all that out. Just take as long as you need."
Peter's P.O.V.
I felt so frustrated from all that was going against me. It actually made me cry! And in front of another! But she, and I could tell it was a female from her scent and voice, was being completely understanding and was holding me while I let out my feelings. After a bit I cleared my throat.
"Can you tell me what the clock says?" I held it up for her to see.
"It says four o' six." She said in her low, gentle voice. I still almost six hours to find a nice girl to bring back, although I think I'll bring back this girl, and I need to find my glasses. After some sniffling, I was fine again.
"Do you have any tissues or anti-bacteria wipes?" The girl softly chuckled at my question.
"Yeah. I always take a few with me when I go camping. I'll go get them for you." She gently put me on the ground. "I'll be right back, so please stay right here."
With a small kiss to my forehead she left to get the objects. I was so stunned that I held my hands over where she kissed me and plopped down. Why would she kiss me? Did she love me, despite the fact that we just met?
"I'm back. Here, I have tissues and anti-bacteria wipes." She placed them in front of me. I looked at the blurred images dumbly before snapping out of my daze.
"Thank you." I said as I started to clean myself of dry tears, dirt and whatever else.
Normal P.O.V
He's really cute. Morticia thought as he cleaned himself, while keeping his clothes on.
"Oh, I never got your name. I am Morticia Butler. Who are you?"
"My name is Peter White, Prime Minister of Heart Castle." Peter said while wiping off his ears.
That sounds familiar for some reason, but I can't put my finger on it. Morticia thought. Perhaps an early dream?
"Would you like me to help you find your glasses? Or would you like something to eat?" At the mention of food, Peter's stomach grumbled. Morticia smiled at his flustered face. "I have carrots and dried strawberries, if you want."
"Thank you. I would appreciate that very much." Morticia picked up Peter again and sat next to the back pack that had the food in it. She set Peter in her lap before digging out the container of carrot sticks and the large bag of dried strawberries. The two ate in companionable silence until Peter ate all the carrot sticks and a third of the strawberries.
"Would you come with me?" Peter asked somewhat shyly.
"Where do you want to go to?" Morticia asked back.
"I would like for you to see my home and possibly . . . stay with me." Peter started fidgeting as he waited.
"Sure. I'll just get my clothes and we can go." Why the hell not? He feels real enough and an actual rabbit wouldn't let me hold it so soon, so maybe he's real.
Morticia moved Peter out of her lap and went to gather her clothes.
Peter's P.O.V.
That was easier than it was with Alice. I think to myself. None has ever gone with the White Rabbit so easily before. I wonder . . . no, it's best if I don't question it.
I watched as Morticia's blurred figure gathered her things and put out the fire. I never realized how dependant I am of my glasses, I can't see anything but blurs! I can't even see the details of my hand, and it's barely two inches from my face!
"Okay, I'm ready to go. Lead the way, Peter." Her tone was cheerful, perhaps even filled to the brim with joy, and even though the words were a command I knew that she meant them as a request.
"Alright, follow me." My voice sounded up-lifted as I began to lead the way to the hole. As we walked I could hear Morticia humming a faint tune. My body felt at ease as we walked, almost like a warm feeling was laying itself over my clock. This wasn't the same thing that I felt my precious Alice, but it was nice.
My darling was always going on about friendship and a true friend makes you feel, my feelings toward Morticia are as she described. Perhaps I had a true friend in Morticia? It could be . . . although I still see no need of friends, then again . . . if friends hekp each other as she has done for me then I can see why Alice has so many. Alice is such a darling person; kind, helpful, beautiful, gentle, smart, oh the list could go on and on!
"Hey, Peter." Morticia's voice brought me out of my heavenly thoughts. "Is that what you were leading us to?"
Normal P.O.V.
"It's a giant hole in the ground, right?" Peter asked, squinting at the gaping hole. Poor thing really couldn't even tell it was not even two feet from him, he had really bad eye sight apparently.
"Yeah. Where does it lead to?" He did say his home, but damn, that hole was too big for a simple little talking rabbit.
"It leads to where I live," His voice sounded as though it was higher from the ground. Morticia looked at Peter, only to find a tall, handsome, rabbit eared, albino man standing were the cute white rabbit had once stood.
Why the hell does that seem so familiar?! I've never seen someone like that before! Morticia thought as Peter turned in her direction. But for some un-explainable reason, Morticia was feeling deja-vu very intensely.
Wait, "Prime Minister of Heart Castle", Heart Castle. Shit, I just followed the White Rabbit! Morticia was severely starting to have a melt down when some things occured to her, Whether this is real or my twisted imagination, I'm going to go with it, it's better than staying in that small town full of hypocrites . . . where my greatest treasure was taken from me. Fuck, don't think about it, just go with Peter . . . but I swear to everything ever that if touches me the wrong way that I will kick his ass higher than he could ever hope to jump.
"So do we just jump down the hole, or what?" Peter was slightly shocked at her words but quickly covered it up.
"Yes, Morticia, dear. But have no fear, it is safer than it appears." Peter said as he gestured in the direction that he thought the hole was in, which was just slightly to the left of the huge thing. Then moved the hand in direction he heard her heart, and held out his hand for hers. "Give me your hand, so that we may go to Wonderland."
I can't denie that smile or those words. Damn him for being so handsome . . . and somehow innocent looking. Morticia thought as she took his larger hand. Peter then drew her to his side and jumped down the hole.
Air flew by both of them at high speed. If not for Peter's words of reassurance, Morticia would have been screaming her head off. As it was, only her heart pounded frantically and adrenaline coursed through her veins. Morticia wasn't sure how much time had passed, but suddenly there was a large light in the direction that they were falling.
Huh, maybe I died when that wolf attacked me. It did almost manage to grab my throat, maybe it succeed. Morticia thought as the light was almost upon them.
"Hold on tight!" Peter shouted as they passed through and came out in the middle of the sky. Morticia tucked herself closer to Peter as he, somehow, gently stepped down onto the ground.