An abundance of warmth is what brought Pyrrha to the edge of consciousness first. A strange all encompassing warmth that neither burned her nor did it soothe her muddled mind.

Pyrrha strained to open her eyes, her body uncooperative to her commands. She wasn't in any pain and she could tell she still had possesion of her limbs. Though with her recent experiences that told her nothing; just because she couldn't feel something wrong didn't mean there wasn't anything amiss. Once the amazon finally got her eyelids to do as she demanded she found her self staring at blue grass of all things. Blinking quite frantically at the parade of tulips she sees uproot themselves and walk past her face with disbelief. The redhead swiftly turned her head upwards towards the sky.

A sky that that was wreathed in a disconcerting red haze, dotted with what she could only discern as boulder like formations as they floated through. Oh my Dust.

The Huntress shot up from the ground-or tried to at the very least. The woman finding the act of remaining upright much more difficult than usual if the sudden nausea and spike of pain in her skull were any indication. She groaned in agony as she attempted to pull herself up to her elbows at the very least.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." A soft voice spoke from beyond the bushes Pyrrha narrowed her gaze on trying to call out only to find her mouth unmoving. Amber eyes gracefully swirled their way from within the darkness.

Just the eyes. What...

Unwavering in her stare she followed their traipsing movements to above a tree branch where they sat upside down, gaze boring into her own.

"The comedown tends to be a while." A lopsided smile appeared the crazed eyes staring her down and Pyrrha found the strength to stand as the grin turned feral. Slowly backing away as fear started to crawl up her spine.

"Then again that just makes the meal all the more delicious." Smoke curled around the features and together they lunged for the redhead who dodged and immediately turned to dash into the forest before her, her steps rushed and unsteady though she paid them no real mind. The adrenaline coursing through her blood allowed her more coordination and pushed whatever she had been dosed with out of her system all the quicker.

"Why are you running darling?" She dodged a lance of smoke with battle trained finesse and returned to her panicked sprint within seconds. It felt as though it was right next to her, breathing in her ear. "All I'm doing is working up an appetite." Why does it sound so familiar.

She didn't get the chance to ponder anymore as she found herself falling, tumbling really, to the ground and rolling quite the distance along the dirt. Trying to rise but falling once more as she cried out. She had twisted her ankle quite badly and her arm was hurting something fierce. The warrior toom hesitant steps backwards coming near the edge of a very large pit she hadn't seen before.

"Found you."

It was back, the creature had caught up to her, had backed her into a corner she had no way out of. "B-back away. " I can speak again! She raised her arms shakily, deciding to go down swinging if not at all.

"Well aren't you cute." The smoke curled around her form before releasing her and coalescing together a few feet in front of her. Slowly becoming more solid in seconds, taking the form of someone quite familiar. "Blake!? What is-"

"Who is this 'Blake' you speak of?"

Blake or whoever they really were was dressed in a combination of dark purples and blacks, leather covering her form in a terrifying yet attractive combination. Her nails had become four inch long claws that swiped large chunks of bark from the tree branch she was hanging from and would likely dig deep gouges in her flesh if she got too close.

"You are. You're Blake, my friend, teammate. Ringing any bells?" Pyrrha's voice was gentle as the speaking to a slow child in hopes of getting an easy point across.

They let out a burst of sadistic laughter at her words shaking their heads at her antics. They left their perch an stalked ever closer to their form. "My dear, I'm Cheshire." They tssked in distaste at them.

"You must be crazier than even that old hatter then, red. You'd fit right in here if I weren't to eat you." Their words were dripping with malicious intent in tandem with the drool dripoing from the maw now open in a beastial snarl more suited to a starved lion than the woman Pyrrha had come to consider her dear friend.
They crouched low to the ground, tail swaying excitedly behind them. "I wonder how good you'll taste."

"Now now. Wait just a minute there-" The amazon wouldn't get the words out quick enough as the imposter-or so she hoped was one- leapt at her. Claws out and teeth bared in a savage grin, fangs just barely missing her throat as she stumbled backwards and onto nothing.

She stumbled right off the edge, screaming as she fell into the pitch black. The last thing she saw was the smirking visage of her 'friend' staring down at her before she succumbed to the darkness.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock

Pyrrha swiped at the air in frustration, her ears ringing as a horrendously repetitive sound rattled around her skull.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

Was it getting louder? Or was it closer? She couldn't tell her body was too sore to move and her eyes refused to open. No. It was right next her.

Forcing her fatigued body to heed her commands she found heself face to face with a rather large clock. Confused she rolled herself over only to flinch back at the literal wall of clocks, each one of ticking in unison with one another. Some were blue, some were green, some were small. To the redheads surpsise she herself was laying on one that seemed to be three times her size. This day just gets wierder and weirder. Ripping the hour hand from the face of the clock, she used it as a crutch and started to meander her way down the passageway.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Pyrrha groaned as the sound reached her ears. Oh what now? She was tired, hungry, and her body felt like it had been thrown into a woodchipper. She didn't think she could handle much worse.

"Have to hurry. Have to hurry." A feminine voice sounded out somewhere before her. Clearly distressed in a way the amazon could relate to.

"Hello? Who's there?" Calling out the strange voice might not have been the best idea but it was the best plan she could come up with in the moment.

"Oh!" The thumping had stopped suddenly, "Is everything alright?"

"I appear to be lost. Do you think you could help me?" A long shot definitely, but worth a try.

They laughes for a moment, "But of course dear, where are you? Is it the dutchess or the cuckoo that has you stumped here?" They spoke with a bit of rhyme that made her fumble for a second but she shook of her confusion and carried on.

"Uhm." A quick glance between left and right, "The cuckoo's." The wooden birds within each clock sounded out at once, starling her to the ground.

"Don't make a fuss. I shall be there soon that you should trust." There was that rhyming again that both put her to ease and set off an alarm all at once.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

The sounds had started up again, perhaps her saviour had a cane of some sort. Though did sound disturbingly familiar to her ears. She used her makeshift crutch to stand once more leaning gently against a ticking wall. Emerald eyes focusing on the large shadow that overtook the space on the floor as the thumping moved steadily closer and closer. Only to draw upwards in shock.

A human sized brown rabbit with hauntingly recognizable eyes stared back at her. It opened its mouth and spoke with a voice and accent she had become very familiar with in the past few years. "Well hello there darling."

Pyrrha promptly fainted on the spot. Just barely registering a surprised gasp. "I'll definitely be late now."

Elsewhere

A woman shrouded in green smoke and shadow chuckled darkly, red eyes hinting in the haze as delicate hands shuffled a deck with the practised ease of a professional. "Welcome to Wonderland my sweet." Crimson gems narrowed in malicious glee, "I do hope youll stay a while."