A/N: I'll just say that I still don't know where this drabble came from... and how the hell I could bring myself to write from Bumby's perspective. I must be insane. Anyways, little drabble, pre-Madness Returns, rated T just in case.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything. Copyright goes to EA Games/American McGee's/Spicy Horse Studios (all of them just in case XD)
The poor girl never understood the kind of nightmare she was living.
Her mind was corrupted by guilt and self-hatred, and the screams in her head would never cease.
They brought her to me so I could heal her, so I could make her better. Some people even believed I could restore her to who she was. They were wrong. No mind can be restored to its original state, and certainly not hers.
Lizzie's sister: Alice Liddell.
Her skin was pale as alabaster; her eyes, emeralds burning with despair and desolation; her hair, black as a raven's wing. Beautiful, but mad as a hatter.
What else could I shape her into if not my source of benefit?
I would shatter her mind and make her what Lizzie could not be. I would taint and mangle her little sister, little Alice Liddell, and she would be mine.
The poor girl never understood the kind of nightmare she was living.
Because I was that nightmare.
