Hatter really didn't like the look Alice was given him.
Or more rather, the look he probably pictured her giving him, upon entering the room. He was too caught up in his current...objective.
The Hatter had his moments, that's for sure. He'd love the spirit of a good fight as much as any man, act devious when the situation demanded it, lose his temper after a long day stuck working in the most horrid establishment in "This crazy mixed up world of yer's". (That place was Starbucks, but that's a story for another day).
The truth of the matter was, that Alice could see what Hatter would do spur of the moment as reasonable. She also knew that there always had been a part inside of him she could label as passive-aggressive. Preferably his feelings towards…Jack.
She wasn't THAT oblivious, and knew that the two would never be friends on the site that Hatter still didn't get why it was named. (Facebook, but that too is a story for another day).
But right now, she felt like she finally had a right to wonder exactly how sane Hatter was.
"H-Hatter…what have you done?!"
A shrug was her only response, the man's face near pressed into the screen. His right hand clicked furiously, his figure hunched.
He really didn't see why she should be that worried. Alice had to have explained this whole contraption a million times over, wasn't she glad he didn't even crack the screen this time in turning it on? Or have sparks shoot off the tower? (Another day, another day).
He felt like he had done himself a pretty good job, able to start everything up and just commence right into his latest obsession without having to bother Alice. But of course, that wasn't good enough. It seemed even when he figured he was doing something right, the Oyster sense of logic won out over his perfectly accepted Wonderland thought process.
But he digressed. There was much to be done. And the only recent discovery of "cheat codes" only boosted his drive to succeed. Yet that didn't stop a hand to reach out to his shoulder, albeit shaky. He was pulled back from the screen, yet his hand still clicking. He had to just finish this last one off…only a few more!
"Hatter?"
All it took was that voice, and her hand atop his to slowly subside the clicking, and have him look up at the brown-haired, blue-eyed Oyster he was proud to call his own. But that was beside the point now.
"Alice?"
"When I showed you how to play The Sims 2 to amuse yourself, I didn't mean like this."
She gestured to the screen, where approximately 4 urns were littered around the virtual house. Or what was left of it, considering that it was burning. A lot. With 4 more little blonde men scurrying around, probably to avoid the same fate of their counterparts. Dressed in red. Screaming.
An awkward moment of silence went between the two. The sounds of distress coming from the computer game only made it worse. Hatter gave a nervous chuckle, eyes now at the keyboard.
"Hehe, justa' bit o' fun." He ran his fingers through the curly black mess that was his hair. Who knew that behind that devilishly handsome face was the psyche of a murderer?
One of the yellow-haired men went down, curled into a ball as he died engulfed by a wall of flames. The remaining three seemed to try and desperately push against the walls of the doorless room.
Alice winced. Hatter tried to hold back his grin.
She didn't even bother asking the name all 8 of these men surely shared.
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was it alright? i apologize if i had them act ooc, or somethong off. i am going to keep this alive pretty easily i think, with it being break and all. and the facti'm promising myself that i will never write a drabble mre than 500 words. or 1000 (this was around 640ish i think, so i couldn't helpmyself. but i'll try to keep them drabble length!
so yes, thankie you for readin! review if you like? and i'll gladly take any suggestions for a chapter or prompt. be it serious, angst, funny, romantic, watever ya want. i'll write for you all :3
ja ne~
