HatterAliceshort
The Hatter is mad. Not surprisingly, the White Queen is mad. Her subjects are insane. It's that type of lovely madness that keeps Underland at a quiet, undisturbed peace.
And where Time has been beheaded by the previous ruler's wrath, the Hatter, the Dormouse, and the Hare sit, sipping on tea. Rather than returning to their comfortable life before the Red Queen, they choose to bask in their insanity which defined them, in the murder of Time.
Because as long as the Hatter sits there, nothing has changed. Stuck at tea time permanently, he sits in a daze. Alice hasn't come back yet to save the subjects of Underland from the Red Queen's tyranny. She was very late,that naughty girl...
"You can stay..." he whispered to her gently, like a prayer. His words floated up and wrapped around her entire soul, binding it. She stared at him inquisitively, then remorsefully, as she felt her very soul shatter and break into minuscule pieces; irrepairable.
"I really wish I could," she said. "But I have questions to answer, and things to do..."
Why had Alice never arrived? Couldn't she understand that they were waiting for her to save the day? The world was losing its madness to meaningless malice. Perhaps she had lost her muchness.
Some would call the Hatter mad.
Others would call him heartbroken.
The Hatter, however, simply fancies himself patient.
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