Welcome to my latest creation! To anyone who really, really knows me, I'm a freak fanart collector. So, being bored (like that's a surprise) I was looking through my fanart. And, lo and behold, I have three-count 'em, three-pictures from three-count 'em, three-different sites about ToS charries as Alice in Wonderland characters. So I'm like, "Well, if the Japanese are doing it, so must I!"Since this is Alice in Wonderland, I don't have a reality check, I have an insanity check. 'Coz the story was written by an opium addict, ya know. O.o
Today's insanity check is brought to you by...Spring Break. It came, it went, I played Phantom Brave and no ToS. But dayum, I love PB.
Monsieur Zee Disclaimer: Alice in Wonderland was written by Lewis Carroll. ToS was made by Namco. Wonderland adaptation was written by Urby. Urby's computer was made by Microsoft. Dang, the insanity of Wonderland is rubbing off on me...

If you must know who is what, I'm giving you a pairing listing. If you know me well enough, you can figure out what they are. No, I'm not telling you outright. That's no fun.
Alice/Dodo (questionable)
Cheshire Cat/Knave of Hearts
White Rabbit/Dormouse
Mad Hatter/March Hare (questionable)
Caterpillar/nobody (haha. I laugh at his plight.)

Sometimes I will refer to the Alice in Wonderland name instead of the ToS name. Sometimes I won't. Just remember to remember who's who. Deal.

Sheena was starting to get bored of sitting by her sister (at least, in the story) Urby and having nothing to do. Once or twice she looked over at Urby's laptop to read what she was writing, but it was some dull essay on History.

"Why did I have to be Alice?" she asked the rabbit-ish-eared girl.

"Cuz," Urby snorted. "Everyone else is something else. Deal." She stuck her tongue out, but her gaze remained on the laptop screen.

"Obviously," Sheena sighed, being even more bored than before.

The day was rather hot, and the heat was making her sleepy. She yawned as a white rabbit flashed by.

There was nothing remarkable about that.

But the rabbit took a pocketwatch out of his waistcoat pocket, looking at it worriedly. "Oh dear," said he, in a familiar voice, wiping some sweat off his forehead with a handkerchief. "I shall be too late!"

Alice did a double take, realizing that rabbits shouldn't be taking pocketwatches out of their waistcoat pockets, in fact, they shouldn't have waistcoats at all. Moreover, this rabbit wasn't much of a rabbit at all, but it was Genis, with a fluffy little tail large floppy ears that made him look absolutely absurd.

Sheena was burning with curiosity by now. She ran after him, but he dashed off and leaped into a rabbit hole. Ignoring the fact she'd probably have no idea how to get out, she jumped in behind him.

This was a rather queer hole (not gay, you silly monkeys) for it went on like a tunnel for some time. Then it steeply dropped, barely giving poor Alice any time to think.

She might have been falling very slowly, or the tunnel must have been very long, for she had plenty of time to have a look around. The walls of the tunnel were lined with bookshelves and photographs. From one of the shelves she found a box labeled "strawberry truffles", but to her dismay it was empty. She placed it back on another shelf, for fear of killing someone down below by dropping it.

"My, what a long fall," Sheena said to herself, twirling about. "Falling off a roof would be nothing compared to this.

"I wonder how far I've fallen. Maybe right through the earth! Imagine that. I'd have to ask them 'Is this Palmacosta or Altamira?' but they'd think I'm such an ignorant girl. Maybe I'd read about it somewhere."

Down, down, down. For the sake of having something to do, Sheena began speaking again. "Poor Corrine, all alone at home! I hope someone remembers to feed him. Oh Corrine, I wish you were here! I'm sure there're no mice in the air, but I do think you could catch a bat, and those are quite like mice, you know. Do cats eat bats, I wonder?"

Here Alice was beginning to get rather sleepy, and began saying to herself, "Do cats eat bats? Do cats eat bats?" and maybe a few times, "Do bats eat cats?"

But she really couldn't answer either question, and the sound of her voice was making her even more tired. She was in the middle of a dream where she was walking hand in hand with Corrine, and asking him very earnestly, "Now Corrine, tell me the truth: did you ever eat a bat?" when she tumbled upon a heap of sticks and leaves, and just like that, the great fall ended.

Alice was in no way hurt at all, and she was on her feet in an instant. She looked up, but it was all dark overhead. There was no time to think about this, for the White Rabbit was running down a hall. Off she was after him, afraid to lose him again.

"Oh my ears and whiskers!" fretted the White Rabbit. "How late it is getting!" he turned a corner, and seemed to have vanished, for Sheena couldn't find him.

Well, anyway, she was in a long hall with many doors. Sadly, each one of them was locked when she tried them, so she walked down the middle of the hall, feeling lonely.

All of a sudden she came upon a three-legged table, made of glass. On it was a little gold key.

Sheena's first thought was that it might belong to one of the many doors, but the key was too small (or the locks too big). After double-checking, she came across a curtain she hadn't noticed before, and lo! behind it was a door about fifteen inches high, where the key fitted perfectly.

She opened the door and looked down into it, marveling at what she saw. Beyond a small passage was the loveliest garden ever seen.

Now Alice longed to be out of this dark, dreary hall and in the garden (who wouldn't?) but she couldn't squeeze herself through the little door, so she got up and went beck to the glass table in hopes of finding something there. This time, she found a little bottle on it (which certainly wasn't there before, mind you) and around the neck of the bottle a piece of paper was tied around it, with the words "DRINK ME" written on it in large letters.

This was enough to make Sheena suspicious, for the contents could be anything. She had never forgotten that if you drink from a bottle of poison, it is bound to disagree with you, sooner or later.

There was nothing about it that indicated it was poison, so she quaffed it without a second thought.

And quite to her surprise, she shrank until she was only ten inches tall, which was quite convenient as she could now go to the garden. But alas, the key was no longer there, and lay on the table instead. Sadly, she was much too short to reach up for it, and she couldn't climb up the legs of the table because they were so smooth.

Feeling frustrated, she sulked under the table and gave herself a little lecture.

Soon she spotted a little glass box (must it always be glass) under the table. Inside was a very small cake, on which the words 'eat me' were spelled out in sprinkles.

"Well," Alice thought aloud, "If I grow larger by eating it, I can reach the key. If I grow smaller, I can crawl under the door. Either way works."

So she began nibbling on the cake, checking to see if she had changed size or not.

She was the same size, (for that is generally what happens when you eat cake) to her disappointment. She was so used to having strange things happen it was quite dull and boring to go on with the same old same old.

So, getting to work, she polished off the rest of the cake.