Well hey there! I'm InvaderMars, and I'm bringin' you folks another story! Sadly, I've decided to discontinue my last story. I don't like it when stories center around OCs and only OCs. It seems unprofessional, in my opinion. So anyway, I finished playing the RPG Ib, and totally fell in love with it. Specifically, GarryxIb. By the way, in this story, Ib lives just outside of Washington, D.C. Anyway, hope you like this little yarn!
Alice in Madhattan part 1: The Fall of the Clover Queen
Prologue
Wonderland was plunged into despair. The color faded from the sky, the plants hung their heads in shame and grief. The fish that, just a short while beforehand, sung songs about their fair queen, her allegiance to her people, her undying generosity, couldn't even find it in themselves to hum tunes of melancholy in her honor. Most of the soldiers, who had fought so valiantly with the hearts of lions, now lay fallen in pools of dark crimson. The citizens' souls grew weary and hopeless. Their driving force, their inspiration, the fire that set the lads ablaze with love had… perished. None could let such a horrid phrase escape from their throats in even the smallest whisper….
She died.
Madeline only smirked.
In all honesty, the silly little Clover Queen of Wonderland and her armies were laughably defeatable. The thought that a nine year-old girl and a puny rebel force had completely overcome the Queen's vast military only made the child laugh more. Madeline's smirk widened into a malicious grin.
How pathetic.
Daintily, she picked up a fine china teacup with the silly clover emblem plastered on its side and sipped at her "tea." She took a closer look at the side.
Oh, how that emblem infuriated her.
Dipping an index finger into her beverage, she made a large, red "X" over the emblem. To her, the thing only meant weakness. Thinking more about the cursed logo on the teacup, she dipped her finger once more into the drink and drew a spade around the X.
She looked to a far corner of the room, where an elegant looking man with lavender hair lay unconscious in a cage. Her heart fluttered a bit before she looked out the window of the Clover Castle beside her. Her smirk returned.
Goodbye, little clover, your term has come to an end.
The spade reigns now.
Wonderland has a new Queen.
