Okie doky folks! Here we are with the next wonderful chapter filled with happy thoughts and pleasures! Make sure you keep on smiling! What ever you do don't stop! You might spontaneously combust if you do. Haha exploded brains makes you happy ! So happy.
AHHHH so much happiness I can barely contain myself.
Well in more depressing news this is the last chapter before we get to meet a version of the Mad Hatter that I created out of my head sack. Oh woe is I. Now all of you are going to skip ahead to the hot steamy lemony scenes. You perverts.
What happens if I decided to make the Hatter an old disgusting fart who has a giant puss filled boil on his upper lip. Ooohhh that's sexy. I bet some of you would read for disgusting pedophile boil sex. Mmmmhhh sounds like the best thing ever.
Well to disappoint all of you boil fetish people out there, it won't happen. It should though because it disgusting and horrifying. But it won't. How Sad. So place your bets among yourselves. What does he look like? What will he do? Will there be a lemon scene? Is his real name the MAD HATTER? Does he have a jumbo mustache?
ARGH the tension is slowly killing me like those soap operas. But all should be revealed in a short period of time decided upon by the management. Don't look at me like that, I only work here.
TADA!!!!!
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"Operationally, God is beginning to resemble not a ruler but the last fading smile of a cosmic Cheshire cat."
Sir Julian Huxley
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Keep your temper.
Keep your freaking temper.
Don't stop, DON'T STOP,
RUN RUN RUNNNN!!!
But most of all keep your temper.
Don't get carried away on the tide of emotional stress. Keep yourself calm and still like a puddle. Let all the worrisome particles that cloud my puddle settle and clear the water. That nasty caterpillar stomped into my pristine puddle, making it muddy.
Hell who am I kidding, my puddle was never "pristine". It's a bog of turmoil. It's a disgusting mess that's out of hand.
But keep your temper and everything will be fine.
How can I keep my temper? I'm falling apart at the seams. I'm a rag doll that been torn too much by restless nights
Temper TEMPER TEMPER.
RUN RUN RUN.
God, I was choking on my breathe as I sprinted aimlessly. But it was all so beautiful. From the far away balcony of fear and exhaustion I saw the glittering white spore shed from the caps above like snow. I could see the fish-like gills exhaling their spawn upon me. White specks floating down from their coffee velvet origins.
A sweet old smell of moth eaten linens pervaded into my nostrils.
The whole fungi forest become hazy from the raining spores obscuring my vision. Everything had a foggy dusty feeling like something ancient. The forest was old, growing for generation upon generation in silence and reverence. You could get lost in here. You could die in here without realizing that any time had past at all, it was a twilight place.
Fear kept everything in sharp, painfully clear perception. In retrospect I suppose meeting the caterpillar was a good thing. It was the guardian of this damn forest, ensuring that visitors get safely through.
If this was true why had it screamed keep your temper.
Keeping your temper in this mad place was death.
Something on the edge of my vision materialized. Something pale and quick. At first I thought it was just the spore tricking my mind. The object was persistent though, disappearing and reappearing the edge of my peripherals like a phantom. I decided to follow it as a whimsy of intent. Soon it solidified into a concrete creature, my Maskface.
Oh how long it seemed since I followed this being into this horrible reality. Now it was guiding my once again. I was deeply moved by this creature, I was frighten that it was leading me into an ever downward spiral of treachery. I was frighten whether it was really there or just a fancy.
I followed the Maskface like a child. Hopelessly dependent on it. The short stocky thing was the vital point of attention of all my senses. I cant lose it look what happened when I lost it.
Oh no.
I was losing it already. It was fading into the fog it was vaporizing into the mist.
GOD DAMN NO
I increased my mad pace, trying to keep up with the disappearing creature. It soon was replaced with a small cottage that was fast approaching.
There. It disappeared into there. Into that tiny structure of wood and white wash that was surrounded by dead flowers. No where else could it have gone.
I finally stopped my frantic movement and collapsed promptly on my pulsating legs. My muscles were shaking with overexertion. It took countless moments to regain my quivering composure. My body burned with every movement, but I limped near the cottage.
Shouting and screaming emitted undistinguishable through the thin walls. A sudden torrent of books and rulers flew through the windows almost injuring me. The sound that glass made from impact was jarring like dropping a dish on hard tile. Soon an array of pots and pails came flying out of every orifice of the cottage. I hid beside the door curious as to what the hell was happening.
As soon as there was a break in the frightful noise and projectile house-ware. I snuck into the cottage.
It was an old fashion school room. It was incredibly silent. Like the moment you lower a relative into the grave. Neat rows of children faced the front.
Boy girl boy girl was the pattern across the room. A large chalk board was the entire back wall. Scribbled upon it was nonsense like two and two makes five or two and two makes fish. Disturbing pictures were drawn upon the board that was inappropriate for children so young. The anatomy of the male figure, the human figure flayed, and a disemboweled woman on a cross.
Standing in front of the board was a tall perverse lady with a chin jutting out like a knife. A large mole bubbled out of the middle of her fore head like a third eye. The mass of tarnished steel wires laid heavy upon her head in such a way that was similar to a sack of flour. Overall she gave off the aurora of a being who knows nothing but she saw.
In her hand she was clutching the neck of a very small kitten. It's head lolled to the side like a sack of marbles. It's eye's were disgustingly huge and crossed eyed. It's body was limp and placid. The kitten was pathetic, like those bottled cats. I couldn't tell if it was dead. The lady was squeezing the poor thing though. I could hear the small clear pops of bones breaking in the little thing's spine.
It has to be dead and the woman killed it. This conclusion was deeply depressing to me.
Oh my Dilah.
The lady looked down to the kitten examining it like a curios infant. She played with cat's limbs, poking it with long dagger like fingers. She pulled back it's face to make it smile. Its tiny teeth were like shards of porcelain laid in strawberry silk. The lady evidently became bored with the creature because she threw it.
No, she hurled it to the ground. And the kitten actually bounced. A rush of air escaped into my lungs as I lunged forward.
One of the neat children turned around. That stopped me in my motion. The child had no face. no eyes, ears, or nose. Just a smooth plane of skin that was interrupted only by a gapping mouth that couldn't close. The teeth were a horrendous mess. Ugly and miss-matched the teeth were in a state of incredible battle with each other. Molars screaming at the incisors, Bicuspids missing, and all stained a rotting brown color that was almost indigo.
Oh God. That wasn't a child.
The thing stared at my for a moment making whimpering sounds. Actually I couldn't tell if it was looking at me because of it's lack of optical sensory. But it's head was pointed in my general direction. It's mouth worked to form words. Pressing up and down, the tongue swilling about, but nothing came out other then guttural animals sounds.
The child's head turn back forward once again.
"COME HERE"
I jerked my head up startled at the booming disruption of the still air.
The lady. The lady that killed baby kittens was glaring at me with here droopy dog eyes. I gulped, waiting for one of the faceless children to stand up. But no, all of them turned to face me. Dozens of them began to making there moaning beast sounds with their disgusting mouths. The sound reached it's zenith almost to unbearable to stand. I slapped my hands over my ears trying to stop the unpleasant frequency from grating against my ear drums.
I lurched towards the front trying to escape the children in a fit of desperation. The sound stopped and I was next to the lady.
" CLASS" she screamed " WHAT IS MY NAME"
The children things muttered their ugly non-words in unison.
"THAT'S CORRRECT"
The Lady turned to me and even though I was close to her she shrilled
"DID YOU HEAR THAT"
"No" I responded. The children were so unsettling I couldn't think straight.
"THEY SAID DUCHESS YOU LITTLE NITTY IDOIT"
" O-oo-oh" I didn't know what to do. I never did well when I'm put on the spot like this. With so many people evaluating my every move. It made me so nervous. My heart would beat faster and my hands clammed up. I was reduced to a stuttering moron.
The Duchess snorted and diverted her attention to the front of the class.
"KITTENS ARE VERY SPRINGY AND HAVE ELASTIC BONES. AS YOU SAW THEY QUITE LITERALLY BOUNCED WHEN THROWN HARD ENOUGH. FOR HOMEWORK I SUGGEST THAT YOU DO THAT WITH YOUR OWN KITTENS."
She paused to collect the kitten. She pulled the lips of the kitten back once again, inducing that horrible grin.
"ALTHOUGH THE BEST BOUNCY KITTENS ARE THE CHESIRE VARIETY" Her whole form was rocked with laughter as she barked. The class of faceless children began to make a hacking sound on cue from the duchess.
The duchess stopped abruptly but the class didn't. They kept on laughing their hacking sounds.
HACK HACKSQUEAL
The hacking to squealing and then children slouched over fat gooey rolls of flesh that developed from their thin tight bodies. They all turned incredibly pink from squealing so hard. The doubled over from the exertion of it. The faceless children crawled around the floor squealing and snorting.
Soon they didn't look like children at all but pigs. They still lacked a face but they were pink fat little piglets swarming about none the less.
The Duchess turned to me and cooed
"Aaaaah, they learned so much today" She then shoved the dead kitten into my arms and began her laugh that was similar to the sound that a dog makes when it's about to throw up.
They piglets swarmed around me, nipping at my pajama bottoms. They began to tear at the clothe and I danced around trying to avoid them.
God I was so glad that I kept my pants. It was protection from these crazy animals. But not enough. A pig was snuffling around my toes that was quite ticklish for a moment. I chuckled wretchedly as I tried to avoid the beasts. A sharp pain came shooting up my leg like an arrow.
The fucking pig bit me.
I howled in pain as I tried to kick the pigs out of my way. Blood splattered everywhere. Wait….why is there…so much blood.
It bit off my toe.
JESUS JESUS JESUS.
PANIC PANIC PANICKEEP YOR TEMPER.
I grasped the dead kitten to my chest as I stumbled and limped out of that awful awful cottage. Air escaped my lungs as I choked on rising stress. I scrambled my way out of the school room, unable to perceive my world in anyway at all.
I went on and on at my sickly pace. I could no longer sprint, at best I could power walk. God, You never realize how freaking important toes are until one of them is eaten. I didn't stop until I could no longer hear the pig screams. My shuffling walk became painful from all the dirt and rot from the ground being shoved up into my wound.
I had to sit down.
I chose a large mushroom to sit under and carefully laid the kitten to my side. By now the rigid condition of death had set into the creature. The kitten felt like a plank of wood wrapped in fur.
I picked up my foot stretching it toward me.
Oh my.
My little pinky toe was hang on by just a thread of skin.
Uck
I think I threw up in my mouth a little.
The little nub of flesh that was once known as my toe hung off to the side all pale and white like snow. The filth that Clogged up my toe thankfully stop any more blood from spilling.
I suppose it should hurt very badly. Hell it was painful as fuck. I mean some animal had come along and bit through flesh and bone. My foot was swollen and burning fire. But the mushroom forest has an effect on the mind. It slows how the brain reacts to stimuli. Although my fear and pain gripped me from the oblivion of stunted observances the mushrooms still affected me so that I was able to handle it.
I was able to still think thanks to the supreme fear and the calming spores. It provided an medium in which I was almost functioning at normal.
Of course I was completely unaware of this egregious balance. Only with time and retrospect was I able to understand what was happening. But for the then and now of that particular moment all I was thinking was shit.
Shit Shit Shitty shit poopy doo
I had to get that freaking piece of toe off. If it was more securely attached I would have been able to ignore it and let gangrene to set in and let it rot off. But nooooo, the pig couldn't do the job completely, it just let my toe hang there for me to deal with. It was almost completely ripped off, I could finish the job.
GOD GOD GOD
I tried to justify the pain that was surely to come. If I don't rip it off now it will only get worst. Better to have some hurt now then an extreme amount later. I don't think I should just pull it off. I mean skin is pretty tough and I might fuck something up. Better to cut it with something.
Now here's the problem, I having to cut fucking with. I'm in the middle of freaking do da fungi forest. There's nothing that's sharp enough, there's no sharp pieces of rock that I could see. In a desperate last ditch effort I search myself. Perhaps there is a sharp bit of earring that I forgot about or maybe I forgot a about a knife in my pocket
Haha haaa ho ho hehe heh HA
Oh god, what an freaking comedian.
I stuff my hands into my pockets anyway. What's the harm in trying.
Wait what?
I brushed up against some metal hot from my body heat. I pulled it out and with much a grander, it was that stupid key. I had forgotten about it and it returned from the bowels of my pocket to blatantly remind the Maskface's lack of company. Why had it even given me this scrap of metal anyway.
A key.
A freaking key.
Jesus I'll think about it later. Right now I need to saw off my toe and the key was sharp enough to be used as a make shift knife.
Oh my.
I closed my eyes in preparation of the act.
Breathe in and out, calm yourself
Keep your temper.
In a furry I opened my eyes wide. I grabbed my toe stretching the last bit of skin that connected me to it and sawed away. I was pulling so hard that the last sinew tore from the pressure of it.
The pain was bearable, but the dead toe that was clutched in my hand was not.
I emptied my stomach all over the dead kitten and cried.
Strange how I was able to handle everything up till that moment.
Strange How I was able to keep it together for such a long time.
Strange how my fucking toe set me off.
It's an odd little world.