wonderland
Wonderland. A place where things were turned left-right-upside-down, a place of strange creatures and imagination.
He sighs, looking down at an oh-so-quaint tea-party from the balcony. At the head of the table sits a furry brown hare, on the other, an imaginative old man wearing an oversized hat. In-between is a blue-eyed blonde-haired girl. The Mad Hatter and his friend sing, almost dancing around the prim-and-proper young lady.
Snap.
The sound is hard for even the snapper to hear; he was never good at making that sort of noise with his hands. A grin forms on the countenance of the cloaked figure; his dark eyes glitter with mischief.
How can we serve you, my liege? His nobodies say without speaking. Just as they finish asking, Heartless start to invade the area with their quiet noises. The lawn is crawling with the monsters.
"Hearts, please." He commands with a smirk. This would be easy.
The silver claws dig into black almost-flesh, freeing the captive hearts from their vessels. The Mad Hatter and the Hare scramble into a painting as the blonde runs far off into the bordering forest.
He grins like the Cheshire cat, collects the rising hearts, and disappears in a swirling bout of energy. "I win."
Just as he's gone, a blue-eyed boy walks into the scene. "Hey, look at this!"
Black 'blood' is painted on the floor.