Tabby: Soooo… drum roll please, I've gotten a total of 22 reviews, and wait for it… no flames! Yay! And in answer to a question if I would use all of the OCs I received, weeeeell, I'm not sure. o3o I own no plot bunnies in this story so this is just writing at the moment so, yeah. :D No plot bunnies! At least I don't have clean up after their… droppings… But I do own a few plot goldfish… so I clean their water weekly. On Sundays, the day I'm supposed to update. XD
And I won't be writing in POVs anymore. It's just too hard! :'( But can you sign up more male characters please? Arigato! ^_^
This is the madness that Allison gets when they are transforming.
On with the story! :) Maybe…. Just kidding! :)
Le line break! (French line break)
Allison fell into a deep sleep when she was injected with the liquids.
She dreamt of sitting on a swing hanging from a tall, old looking tree. She was wearing a white, lace dress that flowed and she moved forward and back. It was rocking back and forth slowly and her legs were crossed daintily as she swung. She could see her younger self. Younger Allison had short, curly, pale blonde hair and her eyes were bluer than the vibrant violet she had in the present day because her hair and eyes changed since she was younger.
Her younger self wore a dress similar dress to present day Allison. She also wore fake butterfly wings, the kind that you get from a dollar-store for Halloween costumes for kids. She was sitting on the dirt floor, playing with a teddy bear. Next to her, a man was digging a hole in the ground, shaped like a grave. Odd. Little Allison suddenly stood up and walked toward a gate lined with ivy. The metal gate opened and she walked right through it. Allison could still she what happened to her younger self even after she was out of sight.
She lives in a fairy tale
somewhere too far for us to find
Forgotten the taste and smell
of a world that she's left behind
Little Allison walked into a beautiful world with tall trees with low hanging leaves. From the branches hung little jar with multi-colored butterflies fluttering inside. She dropped the teddy bear. The air was moist and little balls of light the size of the head of the pin were floating around. The ground was soft and grass grew, mostly around the trees. Fairies of many colors flew around her. She walked up to a tree and took a jar. Little Allison cautiously opened it letting out the butterfly. She watched as it flew into the air, joining the others in the sky.
What she didn't see was the other butterflies cluster around it and tear it apart…
It's all about the exposure the lens I told her
The angles were all wrong now
she's ripping wings off of butterflies
The young girl continued to walk further into the strange world. She stepped out of the woods and into a meadow, she saw large mushrooms in various colors, colorful flowers, and vines curled on the ground.
Keep your feet on the ground
when your head's in the clouds
Well go get your shovel
and we'll dig a deep hole
In the distance, she saw a tall castle with stained glass windows and a beautiful red door that seemed to welcome her. She set her sights for going to that castle.
To bury the castle, bury the castle
Well go get your shovel
And we'll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle
Ba da ba ba da ba ba da
When Little Allison got to the castle, the doors didn't open so she took a handle and opened it, pushing it enough to let her in. The windows let in a misty kind of light. Large mirrors lined the walls, showing her images of fairy god-mothers, colors, and clowns. Little Allison smiled at the pictures and went up to touch one.
So one day he found her crying
Coiled up on the dirty ground
Her prince finally came to save her
And the rest you can figure out
As soon as she got close to one, the happy clown, she touched the image with the tips of her fingers.
But it was a trick
And the clock struck twelve
Well make sure to build your home brick by boring brick
or the wolf's gonna blow it down
The image suddenly changed, and the clown looked down at her angrily with dark, distorted features. Little Allison wanted to scream but her voice was caught in her throat. She pulled her hand away sharply.
Keep your feet on the ground
when your head's in the clouds
Well go get your shovel
And we'll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle
Little Allison looked around desperately for comfort. The rest of the fairy-tale like pictures were also dark and contorted, only adding to her terror.
Well you built up a world of magic
Because your real life is tragic
Yeah you built up a world of magic
Tears streamed down her cheeks, and she grabbed at the front of her dress crazily. The stained-glass windows were no longer colorful; they were dark, shades of black and red. She tore the fake wings from her back, threw them on the ground, stomped on them, and ran out of the castle. She was fast enough and got through the door before it closed, trapping her in that nightmare.
If it's not real
You can't hold it in your hand
You can't feel it with your heart
And I won't believe it
But if it's true
You can see it with your eyes
Oh even in the dark
And that's where I want to be, yeah
She ran through the meadow, the colorful flowers wilted and crunched under her feet. She finally got to the woods where she came from and stumbled over roots while vines grabbed at her ankles. She tripped and fell, and the vines took their chance and wrapped around her ankles. She kicked and tugged until she was free of the tendrils, but it took her little white shoe and brought it into a hole at the base of the tree. Little Allison stood and continued to run, only pausing to scoop up her fallen teddy bear.
Go get your shovel
We'll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle
Well go get your shovel
and we'll dig a deep hole
She pushed open the gate, which didn't seem so welcoming anymore. It was rusted and creaked when she moved it. She ran and ran as if her life depended on it, which it probably did.
To bury the castle, bury the castle
Ba da ba ba da ba ba da...
Ba da ba ba da ba ba da...
She ran. Older Allison now understood what the grave was for. She ran straight into the freshly dug grave, dropping her teddy bear at the edge. Present day Allison stood up from the swing and walked over to the hole. She felt wings, real wings on her back, but didn't mind them. She also still had her long hair loose, trailing behind her in the dirt.
Allison looked down into the grave momentarily then bent down to pick up the teddy bear. She stroked it and looked at it. It was dirt-stained and filthy from its journey into the fake fairy world. Then, she tossed it into the grave along with Little Allison, wiped her hands on her dress, and watched as the grave digger began to refill the grave.
Rine break! (This one was Japanese) ^-^
Allison sat up, wide-eyed. She was sweating, and her breathing was raggedy. She took a few minutes to get her breathing back in order. Then she looked at her surroundings. She was laying on a a metal bed with a rather thick matress, covered in white blankets and a fluffy pillow. Allison cautiously lifted her blanket and peeked underneath. Thank God, she was wearing something. She was wearing a white hospital gown. Now what she was wearing when she was last awake, but it was okay. She could also feel that she was still wearing her... feminine under-garments... She turned and felt behind her back to check for the wings from the dream. Her fingers touched a fluffy feathers and she gasped.
The door opened, revealing-
Tabby: You know, this seems to be slow... Do you guys like apples? What about lemonade? Asparagus? I don't like asparagus...
Did you like the story?
Question time!
!.) Should there be any romance between the characters? Which pairings would be cute for them?
.) Who walked in? A country, or a human? You choose!
#.) What is your favorite animal?
$.)Should they be saved now or in the future?
%.) Do you want to know why Allison is an orphan?
It all depends on you! Because I don't own any plot bunnies!
Bye-bye!