Chapter 5
A smile spread on the little man's face as he held up the butter knife to the dull light. Crimson red droplets slowly collected at the tip, and the deary drops that dripped down made their way down his throat. The colour was nothing but breathtakingly beautiful, and it was all he could do to keep himself from gasping in euphoria.
The dull gray grasses were slowly painted a refined ruby red as the syrup melted into the ground, spreading slowly, yet surely.
He shuddered.
The Hatter in Alice's Wonderland had such beautiful pastels surrounding him. It made no reason why only he had to remain in this dreaded place without a single trace of colour. Where everything was dull. Boring. Lifeless.
And then it told him. It told him what he could do to bring back the colour.
What he needed.
What he must have.
What he cannot be without.
Therefore he listened.
Like a fool.
Like a crazy fool.
Like a blind, crazy fool.
He listened.
Listened.
Listened.
"What a nice day."
He smiled.
"Such a beautiful day."
He grinned.
"Such a lovely colour."
He laughed.
"Such a beautiful place."
He proceeded to skate across the layer of dried paint that only continued to become brighter, brighter, brighter.
He needed more.
More.
More.
"Where~ Are~ You~ ?~"
An ear-piercing shriek of laughter.
"ALICE?"
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