Alice stood frozen for many long moments before skidding down the hill and turning to face it. A rabbit whole was made in the side of the slope. Just big enough for her to get threw, Alice thought. She knelt down and began to crawl into the dank dirty place before remembering something her mother had said.
"Never go chasing animals into their burrows. Or rabies will be the death of you."
Alice ignored her mother's persistent voice that rung in her skull and continued down the rabbit hole. It smelt like it did when it had just rained, and the scent got stronger as she climbed in farther. Then before she had time to think she place her hand onto something that was not there. Alice fell forward and down the rabbit hole.
It felt like a thousand tiny needles were lightly pressing against her skin. And Alice couldn't breathe. She let out a sort of squeak while tumbling down. Then it hit Alice she wasn't falling, but rather floating downwards. She tried to think more rational thoughts but she would rather think of where she was falling. She soon found out.
Her bottom hit the floor of a white and black marble floor. She looked around to see every Inch of the walls covered in clocks of all shapes, sizes and colors. Alice stood and brushed herself off though it did not a bit of good.
"Hello dear little girl!" A croaky voice rung. Alice whipped around to see who had spoken to her. A frog like creature smiled at her with slimy frog like lips.
"Oh, um, hello." Alice mumbled back. It got up and slugged over to her.
"Who, what, where, when, and why?" It asked turning it's head and rolling one of it's eyes. Alice tried not to grimace at the ugly thing but it was growing increasingly difficult.
"Um well, I'm Alice, and I'm looking for the white rabbit, here, right now, and because I've been terribly bored." Alice tried to squeak out. It nodded.
"Well best be getting through the clock then." It said shoving Alice with it's fowl webbed hands towards a clock. It opened the door and shoved Alice threw the grandfather clock and into a forest.
It was the most breath taking thing she had ever seen. The trees seemed to be painted it's colors. Everything seemed to be so pretty and surreal. She stumbled down the path, gazing at the lovely flowers. Her breathes seemed nonexistent in the cool and gentle breeze.
As Alice passed into the forest and by a willow tree and a few flowers she heard a soft voice.
"Come here, Alllice."
Alice turned but saw no one.
"Who is there?" Alice called back getting frightened. The willow tree shifted.
"I am of course."
Alice reverted from screaming. The willow tree had seemed to have grown a face. A subtle and old looking face.
"Poor little Alllice, you should go back. Get out of here, do not follow the White-" The tree was cut off. It's face melted into the wooden form it normally took. Alice shook her head and began to walk when she thought she heard whispers.
"Run Alllice, ruun." But the whispers were quickly silence. She turned towards the flowers. A boy a few years older than her stood there. He was dressed in a deep black suit. It made his almost white skin look even paler. He had grey eyes, though one was covered with his hair that was even blacker than his suit. The boy had picked one of the flowers and was holding it in his hand that were shielded by gloves that boy a spade on them.
"Silly flowers. Always speaking such nonsense." He whispered in a calm voice dropping the dead flower onto the ground.
"Oh hello. I'm Alice and I'm looking for the White Rabbit." Alice breathed.
"Oh I'm well aware of who you are and your purpose here." He said in a breathe still unwavering in emotion.
"Well then, who are you?" She asked. He took a step forward.
"I am the Ace of Spades." He stepped forward a bit more which for some odd reason made Alice take a step back.
"Um, do you know where I might find the White Rabbit?" She asked. It looked as if he were about to grin.
"No, but, the Cheshire cat might have a idea." He replied turning and waving walking into the trees.
"What a odd boy." Alice whispered under her breath. She started skipping along the path once more calling out "Here Kitty! Oh Cheshire Cat!" She called. But no answer came.