Elizaveta was annoyed, again.
She felt as though no matter how much she tried, she could just not impress anyone; nor convince anyone that despite being female, she could totally knock someone's teeth out if provoked.
And she may or may now have done exactly such.
It wasn't her fault that damn albino was so infuriating, let alone his stupid European friends- what were they? French and... Mexican? She didn't know, or care. Point is she was infuriated she had to deal with such.. Idiots.
She soon came across a small forest, and - annoyed with everyone back in town anyway - decided to enter to have a peek. Besides, she could handle herself!
"Roma's gonna kill me.."
Elizaveta turned quickly in search for the subject of the noise.
"I'm so late ugh, I'm so late!"
Elizaveta saw a tan looking boy bounce past in... Bunny ears?
It took her a moment to process.
"What the..?"
The boy rushed to a large oak tree, seemingly in the center of the forest- and disappeared from sight.
Elizavetas curiosity was not something that could be contained. She soon went to investigate.
Elizaveta approached the tree, cautiously as though it contained magical roots.
There she found something quite peculiar.
A rather large rabbit hole.
Elizaveta rested on her knees, and peered over the edge.
"How far does this g-"
But one cannot really finish their sentences while falling.
It took a moment for her to register what exactly was happening. But once she found she was falling, she couldn't bring herself to scream. In fact quite the opposite. She felt oddly calm- honestly she half thought she was going mad. Who on earth would be calm in this situation?
Elizaveta, apparently.
As she fell, she fell past several odd things, each one confusing her more then the last.
Scones, slightly charred and burnt at the edges.
A table set complete with tea and tea pot - and a strange hat that seemed to be relying on the patches keeping it together.
Several tomatoes that fell amongst roses.
And finally, a smoking pipe, that seemed to disappear as soon as it was sighted.
Elizaveta finally made it yo the ground, not even in slight pain. For she landed amongst a bed of flowers
That luck though.
Getting up and brushing herself off, she looked at her surroundings.
Above her was a very high ceiling, so high she could barley see the top.
The room was checkered, much alike a chess board. In each square however, there was a small picture of either a potato or a tomato.
"How peculiar". Elizaveta thought aloud, although no one would be listening.
In the center of the room, there stood a giant glass table, much bigger than Elizaveta by any means. It look fit for.. A giant!
"All of this is just.. Very peculiar" she thought aloud once more, really no one was listen-
Oh no I'm sorry I'm sorry
Elizaveta turned to see a small boy scurry past.. Wearing mouse ears?
"What's with this peculiar place and varieties of animal ears!?"
The sudden loudness made the boy jump, he looked at Elizaveta with a mixture of fear and confusion, before hurrying away.
"Wait! Come back!"
She just saw the boy seemingly become smaller, and hurry out a tiny door. Elizaveta quickly ran to it, only when she got to it, it was about the size of her head.
"What?"
She attempted to squeeze into the door, but to no prevail.
"Ughhh".
She turned back to the glass table centering the room, and noticed something she didn't see before.
"Is that a frying pan?"
Elizaveta approached the table for a closer look, almost to trip over.. A rock?
She looked closer at the object and realized it was not a rock- but a horribly burnt scone.
Attached to the scone, read a note that clearly said 'eat me'
"Well that is just weird. Who would leave a burnt scone lying around- and more for that matter, who would leave a scone lying around that says 'eat me'".
But, curiosity killed that cat as they say.
Lucky she wasn't necessarily killed by this- but the scone did taste like pure ash.
"Ergh" she groaned distastefully, wiping her tounge in a very un-lady like manner.
But soon did she notice her hands, and tounge were getting much bigger, and the rest of her doing so too.
She soon noticed she was taller then the table- but not just that. Almost touching the ceiling that once towered over her.
"What the?!"
She stopped growing abruptly, and Elizaveta looked down at the now very small glass table.
She picked up the frying pan, now the size of a small stone in her hand, and found another item among the tables contents.
A small plate of pasta that read, the same message as before; 'eat me'.
"Well, I do suppose if the scone made me big- the pasta could do the opposite.. Right?"
Deciding to try her luck, she took a bight of the pasta- it was warm and delicious. A change to the charred scone.
Elizaveta became smaller, and smaller shrinking down, smaller then she was before. The frying pan seemed to grow smaller with her.
Now satisfied with her size, she made her way to the door, frying pan in hand.
She opened it, and entered outside- giving the room behind her one last glance. Then closing the door behind her.
If she was to have a guide, you'd think they might say;
Elizaveta? Welcome, to wonderland.