m a d n e s s
(is bliss)

"We're all mad here," says the Hatter to the lass, repeating the Cheshire Cat's words.

His red, foamy drink sloshes wildly in his vivid blue teacup as he staggers toward her.

"I? I am not mad!" she defies his logic, taking a step back.

Something makes a wet sound and a liquid squirts from under her petite dainty shoe.

"Oh, but you are, you are, you are, my dear!" Sharp, triangular teeth form a shining, vicious grin.

"I am not! I am not, I am not, I am not!" she chants, affirms, shaking her curls vividly.

"Oh, but you are, my dear; you are. You're the one who's arguing your sanity with a dead man," the Hatter cackles, taking another step toward her, one hand reaching for her creamy little neck.

"Won't you have a cup of tea?" he begs (demands), voice cracking and breaking away into a whisper before being consumed by shadows.

Alice screams.

Blood-soaked tea bags stain the ground.

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based primarily on the line: blood-soaked tea bags stain the ground
well aware the Hatter does not say "we are all mad here"
and as a side note: I'm back!