Oh no! It's a 'One Piece in Wonderland' fanfic!

Yes, I wrote this. And yes, with a DON! I published it! Frobiness galore~! *sparkles confetti sparkles* Yea...I only write Alice in Wonderland and One Piece fics-this was bound to happen, I think.

Anyways, enjoy the story!

Onederland in Pieces

"Oi! Robin-you're not falling asleep already, are you?"

The raven-haired archaeolegist smiled at her rambunctious captain, illuminated by the bonfire behind him, and arm crossed across the shoulder of the sniper. They raised thier mugs of sake questioningly to her, laughing gaily. She shook her head.

"No, just a little...captain-san."

"Neh, Robin," commented the sniper. "Stay awake, stay awake! Kanpai~!"

"Kanpai!" The forest clearing in which they were having thier feast in echoed this feeling instantly, the Mugiwara crew and thier animal guests raising thier heads or mugs at the statement. Robin did likewise, and joined the laughter.

She watched the pair of rowdy boys stomp off to bother Nami, who was sitting at the mouth of her tent nearby. The navigator was sketching the outline of the strange island they had docked on, and therefore wasn't so forgiving as the other female crewmate in being interupted. As she trounced them with her slender, frightening fists, Robin looked across the bonfire to the other crewmates.

Close to her tent, Franky was sitting on the ground. His back was to the fire, and while Chopper and his woodland friends danced in front of the duet of Brooke's violin and his guitar, he strummed a fast tune on the instrument over the hissing string beside him. He was grinning to himself, enjoying himself as much as the other younger crewmates around him. His huge fingers picked and trembled the strings of his guitar, while the firelight silohuetted his huge hulking form.

Robin watched him, tapping her fingers softly to the beat of the music. She felt her eyes drooping again, and was so lulled with sleep that she didn't notice Franky looking at her until he had broken off from the skeleton and the reindeer, and appeared beside her.

She blinked at the new person joining her on her mat, but scootched a little to the side to give him room to sit. He grinned at her surprise, his guitar in his lap. He strummed a chord and said quietly, "Care to give a request, Nico Robin?"

A smile creeped up the quiet bookworm's lips-not her usual enigmatic smile, but the one she couldn't hide from someone like Franky. She pursed them, and said, "How about something...peaceful."

The shipwright barked a laugh. "What? This is a party-you'll fall asleep."

Robin shrugged, and didn't say anything. After a moment of stubborn silence, Franky had to comply.

"Alright, alright," he said, smiling through his act of defiant submission. "Peaceful it is."

The bookworm watched as his fingers delicately touched the strings of his guitar. With a strange softness that seemed to slice through the sounds of the feast going on around them, the notes humming from the acoustic instrument siezed Robin's ears. She could not put her finger on the name of the tune, but it had almost a waltz's beat to it. It carried across her body and up into the smoke-choked air of the forest canopy, dancing with a 1-2-3 beat that echoed the stepping of her heartbeat.

Brooke was most definitely the ship's muscian, being that any instrument he picked up he could play with expert skills...but it was hard to contest the Sunny Go's shipwright and his talent with a guitar.

Robin felt her eyes dropping thier curtains again. While mostly an insomniac, something about the tranquility of this island, the low grumbles of Franky's guitar, and the fact that she had stayed up the past two nights over a book about a girl and her adventures in a hole in the ground, made her feel swept with fatigue. Without her concious compliance, her body slowly dropped to lay on its side. The bookworm rested her head in her arms. She closed her eyes, still listening to the guitar playing beside her. She didn't miss when Franky chuckled at the moment she lost the fight against slumber, and said quietly, "Goodnight, Nico Robin."

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When Robin woke up, she instantly felt something was wrong.

The bonfire was left to nothing but a pile of ash and black wood, leaving the clearing immersed in the dark of the night. It was almost pitch black, but a few stars in the sky were able to muster the light for an quite ample view of the Mugiwara campsite. The...very empty Mugiwara campsite.

While her crewmates things and tents were still there, untouched, Robin arose to her feet to find herself completely alone. Her blue eyes scanned every inch of the site, and with every passing second found this fact to be absolutely true. Her nakama had vanished.

The calm woman's mind rushed with thoughts on where they could be. She mused for a long moment in the quiet clearing, her arms crossed in silence. Sadly, she couldn't come up with a single tangible idea. What would have possibly caused them to leave so suddenly without her, as quiet as mice and without bringing a single thing along with them? Robin walked from one crew-mate's sleeping area to the next, examining thier things. Usopp had left his goggles, Franky and Brooke thier instruments, and even Zoro left his swords. The last caused her quite a bit of uncharacteristic anxiety-Swordsman-san rarely left his swords behind after all. Yet the last thing she found, lying neglected beside the wrinkled blanket of her captain's on the grass, disturbed her the most.

It was Luffy's hat.

She stared at it in disbelief, trying to absorb the enormity of this. No, Luffy never just left his hat, never left it from his head. Never. She bent down to her knees and picked it up. Robin dusted off some specks of dirt on it, then thumbed its ratty rim. She looked around. Slight panic rippled through her chest. Suddenly, the bookworm felt very alone.

Where was everyone?

Robin, ever a stoic pillar of emotionless resolve, only let this emotion of panic hover in her mind for a moment. Then, with a sigh and a shudder of her shoulders, she quickly executed it from her brain to regain her usual emotionless pause. Her mind's gears went hard to work as they tried to find a solution on what to do. It came rather quickly-an easy way to find her nakama, quick and effectively. Placing the strawhat around her neck and on her back, for safekeeping, the Hana Hana no Mi user crossed her arms across her chest and closed her eyes. She concentrated, picturing in her mind an eye appearing on every tree trunk in a mile radius, to spy a member of her crew.

She stood like that for quite a while. Her brow furrowed deeper and deeper, and a bead of sweat appeared and dripped across her back. She could see nothing, until she finally gave up and opened her own, original blue eyes. Her powers had not worked.

More panic had to be quelled from the calm woman's chest-she looked around, but could see no sea stone or other such thing hindering her abilities. She tried again, this time endeavoring to just making one eye appear. She tried to make a slender arm appear from the ground. From her back. In the end, she gave up each time.

Robin was powerless. She bit her lip, and felt her body shake a little. Such panic was a little too extreme to kill adequately.

At that moment, a nearby bush rustled suspiciously. Robin turned her head, and was surprised to see a small, frightened animal hiding from her behind a tree. Except, he was hiding from the wrong side. And she recognized him. "Ch...Chopper?"

The little reindeer froze in panic. He was devoid of his hat, and wearing a strange waistcoat on his furry body, but yes it was definitely the ship's doctor, Chopper. Yet he was staring at her as if he didn't recognize her.

Robin edged closer to him, a relieved smile lighting her face. "Chopper! Its so good to see you. I was worried-where is everyone..."

Every step Robin took towards him, the reindeer took three backwards. He uttered a silent scream of terror at her spotting him, yet seemed to not be able to turn away. Robin blinked at his odd behaviour. She couldn't help but notice in the dim light that perhaps his fur was discolored-almost white. What had happened to him?

"Chopper...?"

That's when the reindeer cried out. He turned and fleed from his usually respected colleague and 'mother figure', making her quite confused.

"Ah! Wait!" Immediately, Robin gave chase. She dove into the underbrush of the forest, leaving the campsite after the quick moving reindeer. She was instantly swept into darkness, yet followed the distinct sound of Chopper's footsteps on the moist ground. She called his name: "Chopper! Chopper wait, please!"

"Stay away from me!" he screamed back, sounding farther and farther away. "Dirty human! Monster!"

Thorns and briars tore at Robin's skin and clothes. She lifted her arm to save her face, never slackening her pace in the dark woods after her only visible nakama. "Wait! Wait-"

Suddenly, Robin was falling. She stepped onto nothing but the empty mouth of a huge hole, and tumbled down into nothingness.

/

The fall wasn't that impressive, Robin thought afterwards. A second of weightlessness in the pitch black, and soon she hit the bottom. The bookworm lifted her head to find herself unhurt, having had a large cushion of something to break her fall. She shifted on it-it felt of the texture of crunching leaves.

Nico Robin looked around. From her mountain of discarded particles of foliage, she turned her head and saw something spearing through the detailess dark-a sliver of light falling on the floor. It came from some sort of doorway, the seemingly only way out of this huge, dark room. The young woman was quick to meet it. She slipped down the side of the tall haystack of leaves, and walked across the moist ground to the opening.

'A rather small opening though,' she thought to herself. She studied it, then bent down and tried to look through to the other side. Light blinded her and hurt her eyes. Robin looked away, overwhelmed by the glare and the intoxicating smell of flowers.

Doubt creeped into her mind at moving forward. Yet she ignored it-'This is the only way out, afterall.' Still, she hesitated.

Thoughts of her missing nakama suddenly flooded her mind, resolving her internal confliction for her. Yes, she needed to go on. Robin sighed through her nostrils, and got on her hands and knees. The darkness deserted her as she crawled through the tight hole-it was replaced with soft morning light permeating through the strange trees overhead.

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The sudden change in daylight bewildered Nico Robin. Yet not as much as the details of the area she had entered into.

Turning around, she saw that she had crawled out from the space between the enormous roots of a tree. She looked up at the tall oak, but did not gawk-when the Mugiwara crew had landed on the island, they had found it to be seemingly infested with these tight-knitted giants, whose sparse leaves barely blocked the sun and whose girth was monstrous. Around the tree, its fellows of the same species made an impregnable wall of a treeline, making it impossible for Robin to go back. That is, unless she went back through the tiny entrance she had just come from and try her luck from there. She didn't think that that was an effective use of her time.

What surprised Robin was the folia behind her, taking the trees' place as the emperors of a strange wilderness. They were a forest...of oversized garden flowers! Daisy, daffodils, pansies, morning glories, cosmos, poppies, snap dragons and zinnias-an assortment of every flower that could be crammed into a garden patch was of gargantuan proportions before her, cluttered together to produce a thick wood. She marveled at the sight, all glistening with the dew of morn and with stalks that creaked with the light wind. Yet she wasted little time in studying these things-a sound was coming from the plants, musical like a march being tapped out by a snare drum. She ignored her curiousity and dived inbetween the leaves of a group of daisies towards the sound.

The sound was coming from ahead, and she could see between the flower stalks a warm glow that wriggled through the shadows. Robin could hear more instruments along with-small pipes, brassy horns, and a deep-throated drum. Nothing hampered her way as she ran. She simply hoped, mumbling under her breath, that with these oversized plants, there didn't come with a set of oversized garden creatures.

Suddenly, breaking through the silence and the pounding of a snare drum, came a distinct sound-a sinister chuckle close to her ear. "Fufufu...what an ingenious idea, Nico Robin."

Robin's eyes widened. She quickly turned on her heel; yet instead of facing the speaker, she saw no one there. But she could have sworn-

There was no time for swearing. The earth began to quake beneath the archaeoligist's feet, making the flower-trees quiver and uplift thier roots. She stepped back as a mound of earth rose from the ground in front of her, as if something was tunneling through the ground towards her.

Finally, something monstrous broke through the surface-it waved its legs in the sky and screamed through its mandibles-

"ScrrrEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEED!"

Robin stared in horror at the behemoth of a centipede, colored in the shade of dried blood. For a second, she lost the ability to move her legs.

The beast clicked its pincers at her, its saliva dripping near her boot. The ooze slapped the ground and began hissing a scorchmark on the earth. Acidic, Robin realized.

Suddenly, the screeching creature dove at her.

Robin snapped out of her paralyzation-she sprung into the air and dodged the salivating mouth of the insect. It crashed into a cluster of morning glories, ripping them asunder and screaming ferociously. A pair of poppies were what the human woman used for cover; yet the monster was not easy to fool with hide-and-seek games. As soon as it lost sight of her, it whipped its head around and followed her with its sensory glands to where she fell. Its antennae probed the air like snapping whips, going to each flower until it came to the poppies.

It clawed apart the flowers, and snapped at the woman cowering behind them. She cried out, and rolled away. Bad decision. The insect turned, reared up on the upper half of its body, and aimed at the frightened woman staring up at its souless eyes from her back. Its pincers dripped poison and acid, and it flecked drops of them at her as it gave a shrill scream.

{To Be Continued...}

I hate centipedes {They should all DIE}. Is it that evident?

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