AN: I have an assignment due in 2 weeks so I don't know when I'll dribble drabble this fic again. This one's very short, as I am inclined towards :)


There had been many Almost Alices throughout the generations. There had been many Almost Alices born within months of one another, but they were always named Delilah or Daisy; Mary or Melissa; never Alice. It was the way of humans, and it was the way of Underland. Humans were fickle, and Underland was patient. None of them Were Alice, and so none of them became Alice.

This Almost Alice was the most Were Alice of the Almost Alices. But she was still an Almost Alice. This Almost Alice's mother was most persistent, and despite Underland's whisperings, had named her Almost Alice Alice. This was most offputting for Underland, and it went into a sulk. It resolutely refused to have anything to do with this Almost Alice.

This Almost Alice was a bit more persistent than the last. This Almost Alice had enough of The Alice to be The Almost Alice. And The Almost Alice, in her haste and get as far away as far away can go, did not take Underland's resounding "NO, GO AWAY" into account. She just kept on running, her inner Alice giving her enough Aliceness to push through and into Underland.

Underland had not a thought on what to do with this unwanted creature. It couldn't very well hurl her out now that she was here. Nor was it comfortable with allowing The Almost Alice to traipse around and cause all sorts of trouble, because any Alice, even an Almost Alice, was never content with a quiet life. This Almost Alice seemed to have topped all previous Almost Alices, in that regard.

So Underland pondered as The Almost Alice wept, and as The Almost Alice bled onto it, and as The Almost Alice left the land of the conscious.