IF ANYONE IS AGAINST CROSSOVERS (SPECIFICALLY WITH ALICE IN WONDERLAND) AND ALL THAT, YOU'RE FREE TO SKIP THIS CHAPTER + THE NEXT CHAPTER.
THIS IS JUST SOMETHING I DECIDED ON WHIM, JUST BECAUSE.
NOT REALLY RELATED? *DEFLATES AND DIES*
Frisk woke up in a bed of grass. A scent of mushroom, wafted and tea wafted through the air. "Sans? Chara? Anyone there?" Frisk got up and noticed that she was wearing a lapis blue dress, covered with a pearl white apron. A blue ribbon adorned her hair. She tried to find the source of the scents, but to no avail. "Am I in the wrong world…?" Frisk wondered uneasily.
"OH MY FUR AND HORNS. I'M LATE, I'M LATE!" Frisk saw Asriel hurry by, he wore a red checkered waistcoat and an extremely oversized golden pocket watch.
"Asriel! Thank god you're here, I'm so confused, where are we?" Frisk sighed, relieved to see a familiar face, she tried running to catch up to Asriel, but he was much too fast. Before Frisk knew it, was being left in the dust by her own brother. "Stupid Asriel." She muttered, frowning.
Frisk continued to walk on the dirt path that Asriel followed into a forest. It shouldn't be long till she found Asriel again, or at least, anyone else that she knew. The forest sported a multitude of colours, with green, purple as well as blue leaves, the setting was luminously coloured, as if walking straight through a painting. Gold flowers dotted the landscape.
Frisk then spotted a familiar skeletal friend, he sat perched on a tree branch, bones clothes by a pair of black shorts, and an oversized blue puffy jacket. Frisk noticed that he also had a pair of cyan blue and amber yellow striped cat ears. A fluffy blue and yellow striped tail lashed from side to side behind the skeleton. His pupils were glowing thin slits, very much like a cat's. He looked at Frisk, grinning from ear to ear.
"S-Sans, is that you?" Frisk asked tentatively.
"Sans? I believe you're mistaken. I am the Cheshire Cat". His language was almost too formal to be like Sans's. The Cheshire Cat held his grin.
"Oh… I think things are a bit mixed up here, can you tell me where to go from here?" Frisk asked.
"That depends a great deal on where you want to go, sweetheart" The Cheshire Cat replied.
"-Home. I need to get home," Frisk added to her explanation.
"But how can you know what home is?" The Cheshire Cat asked.
Frisk felt defeated, unsure of how to reply to the skele-cat. Frisk peered at the dirt road, the thin path snaked deep into the forest. It reminded Frisk of when he'd first met Sans in Snowdin forest, she remembered her apprehension as she reached the new area, and also remembered when Sans had relieved her of that apprehension.
"Wanna come with?" Frisk asked, smiling, whilst reaching her hand out for the Cheshire Cat. The Cat looked slightly surprised, but he quickly returned to grinning. The Cat leapt down from his branch, grasping Frisk's own hand. No whoopee cushions, this version of Sans was too posh for that.
And thus, the pair traversed into the puzzling world that was Wonderland.
In the distance, Frisk spotted Asriel once more, who was pacing back and forth, muttering anxiously, about a lost item. Good-natured Frisk, was never short of a helping hand, especially for her friends and family. "Hey Cheshire, that's my friend! Or I guess… kind of?" Frisk remembered that this was different world, so of course this world's Asriel wouldn't remember her.
"Shall we talk with them?" The Cheshire Cat asked. But before they could approach Asriel, the goatboy had already noticed them and was storming up to Frisk.
"Alice! What are you doing here? You'll be late for the Queen of Hearts' party! But since you're here, please run home to fetch me my pair of gloves and a fan, quick, quick!" Asriel hurried Frisk along, although it was very peculiar to hear Asriel speak with such posh language. But who was Alice? Frisk hurried to the small cottage behind Asriel, the skele-cat had disappeared, for how long? Who could tell.
Frisk approached the gate of the tiny home, it read "W. Goat", engraved in a brass plaque. She assumed that that was the goatboy's name, and that he wasn't really 'Asriel', in this world. Frisk supposed she could help herself in, she has to retrieve the Goat's items after all. She hurried up the stairs, hoping she wouldn't meet the real 'Alice', whoever this was. Atop the wooden cabinet, she spotted a pair of gloves and a fan, which she quickly took up. 'That's all, I can go back now'.
The Cheshire Cat had then rematerialized. "Cheshire! Where'd you go, I was so worried,"
"Oh this is the norm, you'll get use to it soon," The Cheshire responded, phasing in and out of visibility. Only his grin remained opaquely visible. Frisk decided to let go of it and move on. She would've left immediately, but noticed a tiny bottle, labelled "DRINK ME" standing near the looking glass. Curious, Frisk took up the bottle, uncorked it, and brought it to her lips.
"Wait, don't dr-" But it was too late, Cheshire watched as Frisk shrunk into the size of Sans's thumb. The bottom that she held fell to the ground, shattering. Frisk landed softly on the dropped gloves and fan, protecting her from any fall damage. She hiccupped, partially from the beverage, and partially from surprise of the turn of events. The Cheshire facepalmed, watching his new friend struggle between the glass shard. He picked Frisk up gently and put her on his shoulder, he picked up the gloves and the fan as well.
Frisk was just tall enough to reach the ears of the Sans-lookalike, rubbing the fur between her fingers, "So soft!" She exclaimed, whilst continuing to rub and nuzzle the short hairs. The skele-cat didn't reply, Frisk thought she saw him blush a slight blue.
The Cheshire exited the little cottage, finding the White Goat approaching the home too. Almost as though he did not want to trifle in ample conversation with the White Goat, the Cheshire decided to leave the fan and the gloves on the fence, "He'll come and find it anyway, sweetheart" he said. The Cheshire decidedly walked off in a different direction, despite Frisk's wanting to bid goodbye to the White Goat.
Sans trudged through the thicket of blue grass. Frisk was glad to have been on a shoulder, as opposed to wading her way through the dense thicket on her own as a tiny person. As they reached a clearing, Frisk noticed two very large mushrooms, yellow and spotty. Frisk saw a pair of glittery pink wings above the mushrooms. She stood atop her friends' shoulder, tiptoeing carefully to see who it was. Instanteously, she was met by Mettaton – the butterfly. He was quite large for a butterfly.
"Who are you?" Mettaton asked in his deep, sensual voice whilst eyeing the tiny human. He fluttered his wings gracefully, shimming fuchsia against the glaring sunlight.
"It's Frisk, although I was mistaken for an 'Alice', I'm definitely Frisk," Frisk answered very decidedly, while nodding her head. "This is my friend Sa-, I mean Cheshire Cat". She gestured to the shoulder that she was standing upon.
Mettaton breathed in a whiff from his hookah. "Frisk?" The butterfly paused, taking in another whiff. "You're not meant to be here, an 'Alice' was." he stated plainly. Frisk thought she noticed a gleam in Sans's eyes, but ignored it.
'Had there been a mix up in timelines?' Frisk pondered her situation, puzzling over her transformed clothes, as well as the mention of an 'Alice' twice.
Within the minute, the butterfly removed the hookah from his mouth, and stretched his robotic limbs. He unfurled his vibrant wings, and flew towards the trees, remarking "One side will make you grow taller, and the other side will make you grow shorter. You'll need it."
Bemused, Frisk wondered "Other side of what?"
"He means the mushrooms, sweetheart," The Cheshire looked towards the direction that the Butterfly had flown. The Cat's grin was stretched firm, amused. "I hadn't realised that others were aware of the mix up in timelines. You ought to each this side." The Cat broke off a section of the left side of the mushroom. He moved Frisk to the mushroom, before giving her the mushroom crumbs.
"Mix up? So you knew?" Frisk asked confusedly, carefully consuming the tiny crumbs of the mushroom- Frisk grew slightly larger each time. "How do I get back to my own timeline?"
"Why of course I did," The Cat said, almost flaunting his knowledge. "This isn't about timelines per se- you are simply in the wrong dream?"
"Wrong dream?" Frisk wondered about this.
"I believe you have to reach the queen, but to reach her, you must go past the Mad Skelley- or the March Gill. Go to either, they're both mad". The Cheshire pointed dismissively in the direction of a rock-laden path that Frisk hadn't noticed before.
By this point, Frisk had returned to her correct height, clambering down the giant mushroom, she said "I'm not sure if I'd want to be around 'mad' people".
"Oh but we're all mad here. I'm mad, you're mad" The Cheshire's eyes glinted, "All the best people are." He began to vanish slowly, starting at the tail, and ending with his grin, until he was completely gone.
Frisk hadn't never thought of herself to be 'mad', but hearing the Cat tell her that, she felt his words resonate with her soul. It filled her with determination. She marched towards the Mad Skelley's home.
Explanation Time!
Before I go back to the original story, I just wanted to include something that I've been wanting to write for a very long time (although it might seem a little out of place?).
I'm not sure if this idea has been done yet? But I wanted to give it a go anyway :) where Frisk visits a wacky Wonderland with Undertale characters. But before I knew itt, it was getting too long so I had to split it into two chapters.
Once I've finished the next chapter, I might just repost this whole arc as a oneshot, since I really like this idea (NO MATTER HOW POORLY EXECUTED YOU THINK IT IS Q_Q ).
For anyone waiting for the story to get back on track! Don't worry! We'll be there before you know it!
