Disclamer: Dont own the characters. Do own a shiny hat, a cell phone, multiple books, and a yoyo. Enjoy. This is also slightly... Darker than the rest of my fiction. Dunno why.
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Thud. Thud. Thud.
"Toby… I'm coming Toby."
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Sarah's footsteps seemed sure, the only thing that was sure, in the corridors of the Labyrinth. She could hear the flitting of a bird, the snickering of a something behind every wall… But it was quiet.
Thud. Thud. TWACK!
"Owww….. Pain!" Sarah howled as she smacked her foot against a wall that had most defiantly not been there a second ago. She paused from hopping. 'what… what was that?'
A whistling noise. Multiple whistling noises, now. A thick steam was hanging over her head. She kept walking.
"Hello?" she whispered. Something was out there, she could feel it. She ran her hand against the warm rough wall, searching for an opening so she could get out of the steam, which was getting thicker by the second. The whistling was getting more frequent. "BAAH!" she screamed as her hand went through the wall and onto something wet and squishy.
Sarah was startled into silence at the scene that awaited her. A long dark table, surrounded by chairs of all shapes and sizes, was filled to the brim with tea cups, little snacks, and tea pots. Oh, those tea pots. Some were the absolute meaning of cute, some were completely odd, and some were beyond grotesque. They were morbid. There were two figures sitting at the end of the table, sipping tea and munching on… 'are those… finger sandwiches?' Sarah almost gagged at the thought. 'Real fingers,' her inner voice whispered conspiratorially. One of the men, or at least, he looked like a man, began laughing insanely, with his oversized hat flopping around on his head. His company, who looked remarkably like a hobo with rabbit ears, seemed to sigh and shake his head. Then everything was quiet. 'Like time has stopped,' thought a rather terrified Sarah. The man with the oversized hat looked slowly up at her, piercing her with his glare.
'Time to go.' Thought Sarah as she made a very wise decision and turned back the way she came.
You could hear the silence.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
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Like it? Morbid? Eh, I've read worse. Got the idea for finger sandwiches of an Alice in Wonderland fic, although I do not remember the author. Reveiw?