Time's Rabbit

England smiled with amusement as Lichtenstein screamed comically. There was no harm in the situation. The falling was similar to a roler coaster going downhill.

"Ah, here's our stop."

England looked around and nabbed two nearby feather cusion chairs.

"Here. Take a seat."

England seated Lichtenstein down and did the same on the other chair.

" ! When are we landing?"

Lichtenstein grabbed England's arm and locked onto it forcing their chair closer.

"Anymoment now..."

Their chairs fell down onto a checkered floor.

"Here we are!"

The chairs broke leaving only seating area and damaged legs.

Lichtenstein glanced around to take in her surroundings. It was a foreign place.

Purple walls. Classical checkered floor. A key hanged near the roof and a giant oak door bordered by red velvet curtains.

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Skipping to inside the door because I'm rushing and I'm about to die of excitement from my story plot ideas.

Oh, and I might misspell some words...please comment to help me PM me.

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Upon entering they were surrounded by a lovely garden of bright flowers and a long dirt path leading to a fork in the road.

Everything seemed normal but there was something that made them seem more special and alive..there was an odd feeling of discomfort lingering in the air though as Lichtenstein took another step. It became stronger though as she neared the flowers and peculiar animals shyed away from her with a mix of fear and an unamed feeling. It was peculiar.

England took a few rushed steps into what seemed to be the middle of the road.

"Welcome to wonderland. A land of magic that adapts to your physche. It's a lovely place. You- Lichtenstein! STEP BACK!"

England rushed over to Lichtenstein and pulled her closer to him. She nearly dogded a scythe being held by a stoic albino.

"Time scythe, wielded by white rabbit himself."

"...a time scythe?"

England put an arm infront of Lichtenstein protectively as he stood infront of her. They were infront of a rabbit with steady red eyes and brown suit and white shirt. His checkered pants held a pocket watch dangling off. The watch of a pocket watch also was sowed onto he left of his velvet red bowtie. He had white hair and a monocle on his freckled face. A half crazed and serene smile danced on his face. His white gloved hand held a scythe held together by other watches and a sharp, rusted scythe blade.

"..what does it do?"

Lichtenstein looked at the scythe a bit scared and held onto Englands arm for a bit more feeling of safety.

"It doesn't hurt or anything. So calm down. The scythe only slices your time in wierd ways. At random is a better way to put it. Think of it like this, your a full grown up. A slice would send you to your features as a pubecent 13 year old..."

Lichtenstein sighed wig a bit of releif. But looked at England's face. It was a bit flushed. There was more to this scythe. Lichtenstein looked back at the albino (?) wielding it.

"...but those are for regular sliced by this for us is that it would place us into conditions of any time. What's dangerous about this scythe is two times the scythe would land on. A time where we where not us..."

Pushed Lichtenstein a bit back as he took a step back too.

"..a time we were in war..."

England repeated his actions again but a bit quicker.

"...and the times where we are broken or..."

Lichtenstein started to walk backwards a bit faster two and England stopped.

"...when we are broken. Once and for all...And that's when we die."

England glanced to look at Lichtenstein sternly and softened a bit to console her when she looked back at him with worry. If the man infront of them is to strike. He would be first.

England looked back at the man in front of them. He seemed to be bored, what was the thing to worry about is when he took out a pocket watch with a chibi-rabbit face carved ungracefully on it.

England mumbled a curse and scowled before his eyes widened.

"...Lichtenstein. The rabbit only appears at the beginning if you regret something deeply...you would yearn deeply to change in the past or in the future that you want to stop...those feelings echo deeply in this land...they change things harmfully. That's when things are no fun and games so Lichtenstein...What is it you would trade your reality for? In the lands of magic. It would be unsafe to tread carrying that possibility. And that's what calls the rabbit...What plagues your reality Lichtenstein?"