Please read my new story No Ordinary Game. It's a "crossover" with Cabin in the Woods and is a Joker/OC Horror story. You don't really need to understand Cabin in the Woods to enjoy the story but I do have it summarized in the first chapter. Also please read Come Little Children It's a White Joker and Alice one shot but I have it posted in it's own story for if you want me to turn it into a story

Character settings changed to Julius/Alice and Boris/OC

Alana's P.O.V

So far it was an ordinary Saturday night. It was the one day out of the week that my parents, my older brother and I all got together to play games. Sometimes we played simple board or card games and other times we played on the Wii. Tonight we were sitting around the coffee table in the living room, playing War. It was a card game that could take hours on end to complete and one of my all-time favorites. We were using four decks of cards so we all had an equal amount to start with.

"War." My brother called as he and my parents all put down tens. I had a three so whoever won the war would get my card as well.

"This sucks. How is it I'm the one losing?" I complained and looked at the stack of cards. Kyle had the biggest pile, my mom came in second and my dad just had a little more than I did.

"Hey, I'm losing too, kiddo." My dad spoke out, only to win the war. I glared at him and crossed my arms against my chest as he collected the sixteen new cards.

"Don't make that face, Anny." Kyle chuckled, ruffling my hair as he addressed me by my nickname. Pouting, I brushed his hand away from my head and glared at him.

"Stop calling me Anny and I'll make faces if I want to." I complained stubbornly and puffed out my cheeks. My brother chuckled and poked one of my cheeks, forcing me to release the air inside.

"Alana, ladies don't make faces and complain." My mother scolded, but I just rolled my eyes. She was always trying to get me to act more lady like but I ignored her like I always did and focused on the card game instead.

Card games were something I was normally really good at. The only card games I couldn't play were poker, black jack and a few others that were popular for gambling. Kyle taught me to play most card games but my parents wouldn't allow him to teach me those. They didn't want me to become a gambler like him but that didn't stop Kyle from teaching me a few other things. He taught me three card tricks, the is this your card kind and how to count cards. I'm still practicing counting cards but I could do the card tricks with my eyes closed.

Suddenly our game was interrupted when three knocks came from the front door. Seeing as it was eight at night and we weren't expecting company tonight, I couldn't imagine who was here. The few friends I have don't come this late at night and they knew it was the one night a week I spent with my family. So that could only mean it was either a friend of my parents or one of my brother's friends. Speaking of my brother, he was the one that got up to go answer the door.

"Oh, hey, Sam, what's up? Is something wrong?" Kyle asked the person behind the door. Huh, what was Sam doing here at this time of night?

Sam is one of my brother's best friends. My family met his family around six years ago and they've been friends ever since. Sam is pretty cool and shares a similar personality as my brother. Although, I have heard rumors he's somewhat more of a trouble maker than Kyle is. It doesn't really matter to me, though, and I like the guy. He's twenty years old like my brother, has short shaggy, dirty blond, hair, brown eyes and stubble over his chin. I'm not sure how tall he is since size never really mattered to me.

"Hello, Samuel." My father greeted as Kyle let the young man into the house. I saw Sam twitch at the full name and I frowned as a bad feeling came over me.

Something seemed off about Sam. He looked nervous and maybe even a little angry. His blue jeans looked dirty and slightly ripped, more so than usual. His hair looked greasy and his eyes were moving all around the room. Lastly, the man had his hands inside his green sports hoody, the hood itself hanging down his back. Maybe the rumors about him were true and he was in trouble with the cops or maybe he was having trouble with his parents. That sounded more likely but I still had that awful feeling in the pit of my stomach.

"Sam, is something wrong?" my brother repeated and closed the front door behind his friend. The feeling in the pit of my stomach got worse and a voice in the back of my head was screaming for me to run.

"Shut up!" Sam snapped and pulled his hands from his hoody pocket. I swear my heart stopped for ten full seconds and a cold sweat went down my back as a gun, visibly held in his hand, was pointed at my brother.

When I felt my heart start beating again it was in a painful way. My heart was beating so hard and so fast in my chest that I couldn't only feel it but I swear I could hear it. I was more scared and confused than I had been in a really long time. Looking at my parents I could see that they looked about the same if not slightly more angry. What the hell was going on? Why was Sam here, threatening my brother with a gun? More importantly why wasn't my parents doing anything about it? All of those thoughts went through my mind as everything began to unfold as if stuck in slow motion.

Before I knew what was happening, Sam fired off his gun at the ceiling and ordered us to sit in a row. When no one listened he shot at the coffee table we had been playing at, making the cards fly in all directions. I heard my mother scream along with me as dad shouted profound words. As for my brother, Kyle was still looking at Sam like he gone mad; which he probably had.

With all the noise going on I was actually surprised that our neighbors weren't coming to see what was happening. Or even just complain about how loud we were being. That is when I remembered that our neighbors to the left were on vacation while the ones to the right were a deaf old couple.

Once Sam managed to force us to sit in a row, my heart dropped into my stomach at what happened next. Without hesitating or giving a reason why, Sam pointed the gun at my father's chest and fired three times. My father cried out in agony as both my mom and I screamed out for him. Kyle, however, demanded what his supposed best friend was doing. Without giving an answer, Sam moved the direction of the gun towards my father's head and fired only once. Tears of fear filled my eyes as I watched my father, bleeding from the gunshot wounds, fall on his side; dead.

"Sam! What the fuck are you doing?!" My older brother demanded angrily, staring at our father's dead body before at his friend in shock. The other man's eyes were as cold as ever as he glared at my brother and pointed the gun at our mother.

"Shut the fuck up, Kyle." He growled as saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth. Dear god, not only had he gone mad but he's gone completely insane.

My tears intensified and I let out a couple choked sobs as Sam shot my mother next, in the same fashion as my father. Why... why was Sam doing this to us? Wasn't my family always kind to him? Sure my mother didn't exactly like him because he was a trouble maker, but still! He's been Kyle's friend for over six years so why did he want to kill us? Sadly I don't think I would ever get an answer out of him since it wouldn't be long until Kyle and I were dead as well.

"I wish I could say I was sorry about this, dude, but I'm not. See ya in hell." Sam, who now wore an insane grin on his face, pointed his gun at my brother. My eyes widened even more than they were before and I felt my body shake like a leaf.

No, not my brother, please not my brother! Why, Sam, why? I- I had to do something! I had to stop this bastard. I already lost my parents because nothing was done and I'm not going to lose the last person that means everything to me.

Tears continued to stream down my face as I franticly searched around the room for the nearest weapon. instantly my eyes landed on the objects laying just a few inches away from me, nearly hidden under the couch. However, before I had the chance to grab it, I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist and gave me a hard pull backwards.

In an instant the scenery around me changed. Instead of sitting in the living room with my dead parents I was now standing in a large, colorful void. I didn't know how else to describe where I was than that; a colorful void. The space was literately a large open area with dozens of colors floating around. I couldn't even tell what was up or down but I could feel myself standing on solid ground. Yet, as confused as I was, I couldn't help but be grateful to be away from that nightmare. It had been a while since I've relived that moment and so vividly as well. Hell, I could still feel tear marks staining my cheek.

Oh well. Now that that was over, just where in the world was I?

"Where am I?"

Third Person P.O.V / A little earlier

It had taken Nightmare hours to finish all of the paper work Gray had given him. Granted he would have finished sooner if it hadn't been for his constant complaining. By the time he finished the last form the evening had turned into night. Wasting no time the incubus escaped into the dream realm before Gray could come and say otherwise. Sighing in relief of being free of that dreaded paper work, Nightmare floated in his realm and looked for the new outsider.

Since he had come into the dream realm much later than he intended it was likely the girl had slipped into a dream. Finding her would be pretty easy but, since it was currently night, many faceless would be sleeping as well. He knew from visiting Alice that locating a foreigner wasn't all that hard but since he never met this new girl before it might be a little trickier. So when Nightmare eventually found her he couldn't contain his surprise at witnessing the nightmare she was having.

He had arrived in time to see what he guessed was the girl's mother get shot by some young man in the chest. What he assumed was the girl's father was already lying dead on the floor of a living room. Another young man, who was sitting next to who Nightmare guessed was the outsider, continually questioned what the guy named Sam was doing.

Unable to see anymore, Nightmare hurried behind the girl and wrapped his arms around her waist. Luckily no one seemed to be able to see the incubus, not even the foreigner herself. This made it easier for him to move freely and do as he wished. So, acting quickly, Nightmare gave the girl a hard tug and pulled her out of the dream and into his realm.

With a deep sigh of relief Nightmare released his grip on the girl and floated upwards. It had been a while since the dream demon had witnessed a nightmare that gruesome that wasn't inflicted by him. The fact that it came from an outsider put a slight shiver down his spine. Things like that happened in Wonderland more often than people realized but, because of the replacements, no one really paid much attention. It was a much bigger deal when it came from people in Alice's world. From her thoughts, the incubus was able to tell what he witnessed wasn't a normal nightmare either but a memory. Well, at least that would explain her hatred of guns.

"Where am I?" the girl asked out loud and turned her head to look in all directions. Nightmare chuckled and crossed his arms against his chest in a carefree way.

"You're in the dream realm." The dream demon answered happily. Despite what the he had just witnessed the incubus thought it might be better if he didn't mention it right away.

Startled by the sudden voice, Alana turned around and looked upwards. Her green eyes widened in surprise when she saw a young, silver haired man floating a foot or two in the air. His hair came just below his chin and the color matched his eyes; with the exception of the right one being hidden by an eye patch. He wore a sleeveless gray jacket with pockets on the other side and a big collar. Underneath he was wearing a black shirt and the sleeves were attached by black ribbons, leaving the first few inches of his arms exposed. Stuck in the sleeveless jacket was a pale purple handkerchief for some reason. His pants were the same color as his shirt.

Now that he had the girl's attention and the whole ordeal with her nightmare was over, Nightmare himself took the opportunity to study her properly. Her brunette hair went just below her shoulders and slightly curled at the ends. Her eyes were a dark shade of green and they currently held confusion in them. She seemed to be about five foot five if not an inch or two taller. Looking at her, the incubus would guess the girl was close to Alice's age if not a year or two older.

The clothing she was wearing, however, was something very different. Pants, a blue t-shirt and sandals, which she was somehow wearing despite undressing before bed. It wasn't something girls in Wonderland would typically wear. Most of the time they'd wear dresses and skirts. The only time Wonderland women wore pants was if the situation called for it; such as really cold weather but even then a lot of women just wore longer dresses.

"Who are you and what do you mean 'I'm in the dream realm'?" Alana questioned, confused beyond belief. She was still grateful that she was no longer dreaming that anymore but did this mean she was still sleeping or had she been kidnapped?

"I assure you no one has kidnapped you and you are indeed still dreaming." Nightmare, who had read the girl's mind, replied to first before continuing, "My name is Nightmare and I am the dream demon who controls this realm. I watch over, and control if necessary, all the dreams of the people in Wonderland. I had wished to come see you sooner but some… complications came up and I was not able to." The incubus hesitated before he continued, figuring the girl didn't need to know about Gray. His expression then turned sad and he gave the girl an apologetic look.

"I'm sorry I couldn't have been here earlier. I could have helped a lot sooner with your nightmare." The dream demon apologized, feeling somewhat responsible. An annoyed and cold look took over Alana's face as she crossed her arms against her chest, huffed and turned her head away from the man.

'It doesn't even matter. I've suffered with the memory of my family's murder for over three years. Memories like that just don't go away.' Alana thought sadly, her inner self completely different from the mask she was currently showing Nightmare. The incubus easily noticed this and, raising an eyebrow, bent his legs so it looked as if he were sitting in an invisible chair.

"True, you might not be able to do anything about remembering what happened but I can make it so you don't dream about it anymore." The incubus replied, once again crossing his arms in a carefree way as he smiled down at her. Having been pulled from her thoughts, Alana turned her head back towards the man and narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously.

"I... didn't say anything out loud." She said slowly, feeling her heartbeat begin to pick up a bit of speed. If he could do what she feared he was doing then-

"Of course you didn't, I read your mind. It's one of the abilities of being an incubus." Nightmare replied happily, grinning at the girl below him. Although, his grin soon vanished as he noticed a unexpected expression take over the girl's face; panic.

Upon realizing that Alana's fear was right and the guy above her was a mind reader, she began to panic. The last thing she wanted was for people to find out what happened in her past; only the cops and her friends knew the truth and she wanted it to stay that way. If more people found out the truth they'd pity her and Alana didn't want pity. Pity didn't bring back her family or make her trust someone enough to let them take her in. It was just something she didn't want to deal with; especially after three of building up a mask. So, feeling very uneasy, Alana began to take a few steps away from the floating man, attempting to get control of her thoughts as she did so.

Nightmare easily caught onto this and frowned. It wasn't unusual for people to fear him. In fact it was actually very normal and many of the Wonderland residents already feared him. It was only to be expected, though, seeing as Nightmare was the role holder that controls dreams and read minds. If he so pleased, he could drop whoever he wanted in a nightmare so bad they'd die of a heart attack. Or a clock attack in their case. Still, not even Alice seemed this frightened of him when they first met. He could tell she was trying her hardest to control her thoughts; Nightmare could hear them jumbled in her head.

"You don't need to be scared; I promise I won't harm you. I'm a friendly demon." He tried to convince, giving her a friendly smile. Alana didn't seem convinced but she did stop moving and instead just turned her head to the side.

'There's a difference between being friendly and knowing one's secrets. Damn, as a mind reader he must be well hated. Think of all the dark deep secrets he must know.' She thought to herself, momentary seeming to forget the man could hear her. Nightmare's gray eyes widened and his floating form fell. Landing on his knees, Nightmare covered his mouth with one hand and began to cough up blood.

"That's mean! People don't hate me. How can you say such a thing?" the demon childishly whined before his coughing picked up again; blood dripping down his lips and chin. Much to his surprise Nightmare suddenly felt a hand rubbing his back and he knew it could only be one person.

First person P.O.V

Needless to say I was caught off guard when the man fell to his knees in a coughing fit. It didn't sound like a normal coughing fit either but more like he was choking on something. In reality it was likely the blood he was spitting up as he complained how mean I was being. I decided to ignore that comment as I walked over to man and knelt down next to him before placing my hand on his back.

Before I could stop myself or realize what I was doing I began to rub his back. I did it in the same fashion my dad used to do with me whenever I got bad coughing fits. I don't exactly know why he was coughing up blood but I wasn't the type of person to just standby when someone was suffering. Despite being a mind reader who saw what happened to my family I felt like I had to help him.

"Are you alright?" I asked, trying to hide just how awkward I actually felt. From the look on his face I could see he was clearly surprised that I was helping him.

"I'm fine, no need to worry about me. I'm just a bit sickly is all; coughing up blood is normal for me." He smiled and used the light purple hankie in his sleeveless jacket to wipe his mouth clean. Seeing that he finished his coughing fit, I pulled my hand away and crossed my arms, taking a few steps back as he stood up.

"Now that that's all over with, why don't we talk for a bit? I'm sure you have plenty of questions to ask. Oh, I don't think you've told me your name yet either." He told me in a cheerful tone, once again floating a couple of inches in the air. Keeping my arms crossed, I shook my head and wished I had something to lean on.

"My name is Alana and I don't have any questions as of right now. I was already told about the vial, role holders, the different territories, faceless and the random time changes. What more is there to know?" I asked and let my arms unfold. The man, who I think mentioned his name was Nightmare, had a slight surprised and thoughtful expression on his face before it transformed into a pout as the colorful world around me began to melt.

"There is a lot more to know but it seems you are waking up now. We'll have to continue this another time. Oh, but before you wake up allow me to give you a friendly warning, something I don't think you were told. Over time everyone will fall in love with you. Just ask Alice if you want to know more about that. Until we meet again, Alana, have fun and enjoy Wonderland." Nightmare waved as he melted along with colorful world before I could react to what he said. Now, instead of the colorful world Nightmare called the dream real I was opening my eyes to the hotel room I had fallen asleep in.

After blinking a couple of times I sat up in the bed, leaned over the edge and grabbed for my pants; or rather the vial that was in the pocket. Pulling the vial out I found myself staring at the pink liquid inside. So if drank this stuff I'd be stuck in this world for who knew how long. Did I really care about that? Not really. To me it didn't matter where I lived and no one knew me here.

However, my only hesitation was that Nightmare told everyone would come to love me. While I wasn't exactly against love it was hard to believe such a thing could be true. Besides my distrust of people made it hard for me to be around people for too long of periods. I wasn't even sure what I dreamed was real or just my mind messing with me. Either way I wasn't in the mood to talk to Alice about it and people can't love me if I never meet them, can they?

After what felt like a few minutes I finally made up my mind and pulled off the heart shaped, light blue glass stopper. Bringing it to my lips I didn't allow myself to hesitate as I gulped the pink liquid down in three large sips; unable to hold back making a face afterwards. While it wasn't the worst thing I've ever tasted I sure hope the taste wouldn't linger for too long.

Yawning sleepily, I placed the vial on the pillow next to me before I stood up and stretched my arms in the air. With another yawn I looked over to the uncovered window and saw the light from the afternoon sun shining in. Unable to stop a smile from taking over my face I walked over to the window to get a better view of the outside. Today my life would change forever so let's just hope it was for the better.

Yeah I noticed I mixed a bit of pretense and past tense in this chapter. I am trying to keep it mostly past tense but I tend to do this sometimes; force of habit. Sorry, I hope it still works and I hope you like how I edited it in places

I hope this doesn't seem to be going by too fast. I struggled a little with this chapter, wondering if I should wait to do it later on or now. Although, since I need Alana in a bad mood later on, I decided to do it now. Please enjoy ^^

Edit: I took out the line "it probably had something to do with the way I was raised" because I felt like I was contradicting myself when I already had Alana say she can't watch someone suffer. Also her parents raised her not to lie and steal but she does that anyways.