Edited 7/25/17

Disclaimer: I do not own Heart/Clover/Joker/Daiya no Kuni no Alice. But I do own a certain painter.


Sonata's POV

"OH MY GOSH YOU CRAZY BUNNY EAR WEARING COSPLAYING KIDNAPPER, LET ME GO!"

I was hyperventilating as my insane kidnapper held me close as we descended the never-ending hole in unimaginable speed. I was screaming my lungs off, my throat burning, and my hands pushing the man's face away. His face was too close!

Tooclosetooclosetooclose-!

"Mrrrgh! Sonffffataa! Stobft dafft!" He muffled through the palm of my hands, causing me to push even more. "Hhhngfh!" Letting me go with one hand, he grabbed my wrists together in his gloved hand, smiling at me. "Sonata~."

Well sh*t.

My heart was beating past the limit, my brown eyes widened in fear as I let out a war cry. It was now or never. In the momentum, I had raised a knee, banging it against his 'little kidnapper'. You know, where the sun doesn't shine.

"OWWWW?!" His face churned in pain as I pushed him away, almost gliding in the air downwards to get away from him.

I so hope I was the cause of him no longer being able to have children.

To my surprise, as he held his crotch painfully, his body was being lifted higher in the air. Was he…was he going up? No, I was wrong. He's not going up; I'm falling down the hole faster. I watch as he said something towards me, but I couldn't hear him. I was pulled into the dark deep hole, leaving him behind. Good riddance.

I'm falling alone now, falling backwards. Alone. It wouldn't be the first time. I've been through loneliness. Except this time, I think I'm going to die alone and no one is going to know where I am. Stupid rabbit. Stupid old photographer man. Stupid Mr. Browne.

Stupid me.

I'm going to die once I land. I'm scared, but for some reason I'm fine with it. I just want to sleep. Sleep for a very long time. Maybe if I sleep while falling, I won't have time to wake up once I fall and break my neck and back. There's a chance I could survive and be paralyzed, and that kidnapper could find me, but I'll place my hopes on dying after I sleep.

In the darkness, alone, it was easy to just close my eyes and let the silence bring me to sleep.

.

.

.

I only got three minutes in for that power nap when I was suddenly assaulted by a strange sensation of wind. Not the feeling of being airborne, but the feeling of warm air ventilation supporting me underneath. A strong gale. A sense of relief flows into me through my veins iced with fear.

Just when I thought that, the balance the gale gave my body got upset, I started falling like a heavy rock tossed into a well, making me scream, "AAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Exactly like the way a roller coaster goes down, the speed I fall at keeps going up steadily, causing me to scream once more. My throat burned as I did so. Oh, Mr. Browne won't be happy about this.

I keep screaming until I can't scream any more. I don't care if I injure my voice, I'll deal with both it and Mr. Browne later. I just hope he didn't schedule any more rehearsals. Prepared for death, I shut my eyes tightly and held my hands together in front of my chest in a prayer, a tear escaping my closed eyes.

"AUUUUGH! I'M DYING! I'M DYING!" Remember when I said that I was prepared for death? Yeah, that was a lie. I'm pretty sure you all weren't really convinced, huh?

Suddenly, something shot through my body like lightning, my joints prickling from the sensation. Darkness fills my mind and before I knew it, I had blacked out.


~ (No one's POV) ~

BANG! BANG!

The wine-haired man glared at the Mafioso in front of him before pushing up his glasses and held up his rifle once more. He had his hair in a braid, a stubble beard on his chin, and wore a yellow suit that matched his usually sunny personality. He was The Dutch. "Dammit, Hatter, stay still!"

The Mad Hatter, dressed in a white suit and a black top hat decorated with playing cards, roses, and raven feathers merely smirked at The Dutch before him. He had black hair shinier than a raven's feather, trailing down his neck and emerald eyes that screamed danger. An amused smirk split his face. "Why, I am standing still, Mary. If you weren't such a bad shot, Mary, then maybe you wouldn't have missed, Mary."

The Dutch had a large visible anger mark growing on his head as he eagerly pulled the trigger, sending a flurry of bullets at The Mad Hatter one after another. A man with carroty gold hair in wavy curls and a pair of tan rabbit ears on his head dash forward, pulling out his own gold pirate gun and sent his own bullets towards The Dutch, all the while dodging the incoming bullets.

People with no eyes, Faceless, dashed forward, pulling out their own guns as they pile behind the Ones with Duties that they work for and shoot at their enemies. It's utter chaos as the civilians who are lingering about run away with cries and screams.

A teenager with short hot pink hair, matching cat ears with many piercings, dressed in a leather punk fashion, a functional cat tail, and a purple boa crouches at the sidelines, his lips curved into a grin, The Cheshire Cat. Holding his pink gun that is connected to the chain on his collar, he creeps up to the chaotic crowd that shoots one another without hesitation. Before he could join, however, a pleasant scent reaches his nose.

It smelled just like a certain person, making his chest tighten with pain. His leather gloved right hand flies up to his chest, a sorrowful look on his face reaching his amber eyes.

~POMF~

His ears perk up from the faint sound and he turns away from the fight, sniffing the air. The wonderful scent was coming from a direction the opposite from the fight, somewhere near the fun house and the prize-winning stalls. His white shoes hit the ground as he runs off, his curiosity getting the better of him.


~ (Sonata POV) ~

The floor below me was bouncy and soft… Like…a bounce house. Yeah, a bounce house. Wait… I shot up, hugging my bag that happened to survive the fall, looking around. I was in a bounce house shaped like a castle. Quickly crawling out of it, I stood on my feet, looking around. I wasn't in Japan anymore. They didn't have an amusement park so bright and…yellow.

I rubbed my eyes, the stalls, the rides, and the people there were…WHOA, THEY DON'T HAVE FACES! "I-Is this some sort of special effects Hollywood hasn't revealed yet?" I gulped. Okay, okay…Sonata, don't freak out. This isn't America…this isn't Japan. "Where am I?"

"Snff…snff…" I blinked when a boy with hot pink hair and cat ears popped his head from behind, sniffing me. "Hmm~, you smell like paint—" His eyes blinked when he saw the bottom of a bag coming his way.

BAM!

"OWW~!"

"Oh-My-Freaking-Geezuz! I've had enough with you creepy cosplayers!" I screeched as he fell back, his back hitting the ground. I swung my trusty bag back, ready to fight, glaring at him. "Stupid…dorky…weirdo…cat ear wearing…PUNK!"

The cat-eared teen rubbed his nose, groaning painfully, before glaring at me. "OWW! That really hurt!" He stood up, turned his head, and folded his arms. "You are so NOT cute!"

"Who said I was!?" We found ourselves in a glaring contest.

"Is that how strangers are supposed to treat other strangers?"

"I dunno, are strangers supposed to smell other strangers? CREEPER!" He never realized as he argued with me that some man with wine red hair and a yellow suit had approached him, his rifle returning to its original form as a violin. Wait, A RIFLE!?

I clench my hands at the sides of my head, almost tearing out my hair, looking around. "I-I need to get out of here! But how? I can't believe this! Stupid bunny-eared cosplayer! EUGH! I am never going to attend another anime convention ever again! ...okay, that's a lie, but I'm never talking to a cosplayer ever again!"

The cat boy glanced at The Dutch before shrugging, "What is she talking about, Gowland?" Gowland shrugged. "I'm not sure, Boris—oh? Did you say you're not from around here?" Could she be a—?

Before I could answer, Boris began batting against my high ponytail, "Heheh~."

"Hey!"

Swing.

"Stop that!" "No."

Swing.


~ (No one's POV) ~

The Mad Hatter, The March Hare, and The Tweedle Twins sauntered down the path towards the more festive area of The Amusement Park, weapons gone. They saw Gowland head down this path—Oh, speak of the devil. "Mary." The Mad Hatter said and that was enough to make Gowland turn around. The Mad Hatter sent a cocky, yet suave smirk at Gowland before his emerald eyes caught the sight of the young girl who was ignoring Boris, who was in turn batting at her hair happily and playfully.

"Well, well, Gowland, look what we have here…a pretty girl dressed so strangely, I wonder what her name could be?" The Mad Hatter murmured quite loudly, catching her attention. She gave him a long look before shaking his head, causing him to blink.

'Total womanizer, thank god Mr. Browne taught me how to judge a man by his clothes,' she thought as he simply smiled at her handsomely. 'He has to be gay, but won't admit it.' She inwardly rolled her eyes before gasping when a gold pistol was shoved in front of her.

"Why are you rolling your eyes at Blood, huh?" The carroty blonde man asked as he towered over her. She gulped when he placed a finger on the trigger, eager to pull and get the floor messy with blood. She shivered before noticing there was something that differenced him from the others. Something they both had in common.

"Wait! Don't kill me!"

He jolted before glaring at her, "Why the hell should I not?"

She prodded at her light pink scarf that wrapped around her neck snuggly, almost desperate, "We're fellow scarf-wearing buddies!"

The March Hare lowered his gun slightly, giving her an odd look as if saying, 'Bitch, please, no such thang.' "Scarf-wearing…buddies?"

She nodded, "You and I are the only ones wearing scarves, mister! We have to stick together! It's a rule!"

The March Hare's ears drooped down, "Never heard that rule before…" He put the gun away as the girl sighed in relief, only for Blood to chuckle,

"Heheh. That was quite amusing, young lady. Tell me, what is your name?"

The girl gave him a questioning look before shrugging, "….My name's Sonata Levette!" She gave them all a wink that had a star pop out and the peace sign, causing them all except for Blood to deadpan at her.

Blood bowed politely, "Well, Sonata, my name is Blood Dupre, and if I may ask, what are you doing out here in this boring place? Besides catching my eyes, that is." He threw in a flirty smirk at her, only to receive the opposite reaction he expected from her.

She had deadpanned at him, "I'll throw them right back, Blood." She then shook her head and let out a mushroom sigh. She didn't like playboys. She despised them.

Blood found her response rather amusing as The Tweedle Twins ran from their place and hugged each of Sonata's arms. The blue one said, "I'm Dee!" And the red one said, "I'm Dum!" They both chorused together, "And you're our new big sis!"

What?

Sonata gave them a sympathetic smile before shaking her head, "Sorry, boys, as much as I like playing pretend, I already have a—oh my…." She fell silent when tears (fake, but she didn't know the difference) formed in the twins' eyes.

"S-So you hate us?"

CRACK

That was the sound of her walls breaking.

Sonata glomped them both, "Aaah! I'm so sorry, you cute little boys! I'm a very stupid girl! Of course I don't hate you! I'll be happy to be your big sister—augh!" Boris grabbed her by the back of her shirt and pulled her away from the twins, grinning as he hugged her from behind.

"Sorry guys, but I found her first, and I don't feel like sharin'," Boris snickered as he hugged the girl around her waist, only to receive a flinch and a shudder. His tail swished contently at the reaction. She was amusing already…well, until she practically shoved his face away.

"Ew! I hate it when men just throw themselves at girls! Step off, would ya?" Sonata grunted as Boris gloomed. Her hand was soft, though…

Blood took interest in what she said before noticing Gowland looking at the girl with concentration as well. He almost felt disgusted. Gowland was perhaps more than twice her age older than the young girl and he had the nerve to set eyes on her? He found himself chuckling.

"What's wrong, MARY? Why are you looking at her like that, MARY? Are you dreaming of the days when you were actually young, MARY? You know it's been so long since I've seen a woman on your arms, MARY. Maybe your pent up frustrations made you so idiotic nowadays, MARY?"

~BOOM BOOM~

Gowland didn't hesitate to send a flurry of bullets straight at Blood and The March Hare, ignoring the screams Sonata shrieked as she stepped back. Boris heaved a sigh before grabbing Sonata and dragging her away.

"Hey, how does a soda pop sound to you?" Boris asked as Sonata trembled.

"Ah..uh…whu…huhh…hh..nah…stra…"

"Strawberry? They got that."

At a large snack stand, Boris set the soda on the table and sat down next to Sonata as she fanned herself. "You feeling better?"

"Uhh…where am I exactly, um…Boris, right?" Sonata asked as she glanced at him. He grinned at her, indicating that she guessed correctly.

"You're in Wonderland." He flinched when she facepalmed. "Uh, what's up?" She didn't reply and he poked her cheek, "Heh, you keep making different faces, it's cute." Sonata blushed a little before looking up.

"I'm not cute. I'm talented. That's it." Sonata huffed before sighing, "I'm glad I know how to adapt to different places, or I would have gone crazy." She hugged her bag, "Uwaaah~ I'm so glad I still have my bag, and my scarf."

Boris patted her shoulder, glad that she didn't smack her belongings into his face for once, "You're lucky you were almost pulled into a shootout instead of listening to Gowland's awful playing."

Sonata looked at him confused, "Who's Gowland."

"The old man in the yellow suit." Boris ducked as he pulled Sonata away, both dodging a stray bullet coming his way. "He plays violin, and he's really bad."

"YAH?" She wildly gestured at the flying bullet that was now lodged into the ground before them. How can he stay so calm when a bullet almost hit them? "YARGH?!"

"You're pretty funny, you know."

"Guuhhh?" Sonata buried her face in her hands, having a crisis. What kind of world did she fall in? Boris snorted at her freaking out. This girl was funny.

"You'll get used to it."

"No?"

They never noticed Peter walking up from behind them, glaring at Boris as he held up the Medicine of Hearts. He couldn't go up and make Sonata drink it, that mangled cat could potentially stop him, and he couldn't ask her to drink it peacefully, she'd hit him and his little 'Peter' again. He debated before noticing the soda can. Popping the vial open, he walked over slowly and poured the contents into the can before placing the stopper back onto the vial and was about to set it down on the table when Sonata turned around quickly.

"…Sonata, my dear—"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH! CREEPER!"

POW

Peter zoomed off, clutching his cheeks. Ohhh, his Sonata was just shy! And shaken up! That's it! She was scared and he being there wasn't good for her already stressed health. He'll leave her be to calm down.

…for now.

After the bunny cosplayer disappeared, Sonata was close to hyperventilating. "Huffhuffhuff haaah! Huffhuffhuff haaah!" Boris grabbed the can of pop and handed it over.

"Here, drink!"

Sonata took the can and sipped a little of the strawberry fluid before gagging, "Ugh! What is this? Off brand Welch's?!"

"Hey, we don't waste food here. Drink." Sonata reluctantly downed the rest, freezing up at the bitterness. Boris sighed before noticing the blue vial sitting on the table, defenseless. "Oh…did he…did that rabbit really do what I think he did?"

Sonata wiped her lips with her sleeve, looking over to Boris, "What, Boris? What did that rabbit do?"

"I think he put this in your drink," Boris held up the Medicine of Hearts. Sonata paused before paling.

"I'M GOING TO DIE! THAT CREEPER PUT SOME SORT OF POISON IN MY DRINK!" Sonata panicked as she jumped from her seat, frantically thinking of what she could do, "I'm going to die because of a bunny cosplayer. I prayed to God that I never wanted this to happen. Ever! Boris! You're the first person who I actually began to think of as a friend. You can have my stuff if I die since I don't think my Mom will ever come to Wonderland—" Boris tapped her forehead, immediately shutting her up.

"You're not gonna die."

"Huh? I'm not?"

"No, this medicine he put in your drink just makes you unable to return home. Now you gotta play the game."

"…"

Boris blinked. Sonata stood there, quiet with her lips clamped shut tightly. Boris pouted, he wanted a reaction. Gosh, she was funny. "Sonata, you heard what I said, right?"

Nod.

"You can't go home now until you finish the game."

Nod.

"Want me to repeat it?"

Nod.

"You can't go—"

"DAMN YOU MOTHER EFFING BUNNY COSPLAYING CREEPER!"

Boris scowled, "Well that was rude. Don't interrupt me, you asked me to repeat myself, you know!"


~ (To be Continued) ~

MissReaperDeath: Even after all these years, I still don't know who to pair her up with. She's just so high maintenance and might even prefer food over a boyfriend. I don't know. I would like someone to offer me some advice on what to do. Leave a comment below to help a friendly writer out.