A/N: Oh look! My first multi-chaptered story. This is weird.Heavily inspired by Ursula Le Guin's Those who Walk Away from Omelas. It's a short story, and I sincerely recommend it.

Disclaimer: Meh, no.


The world was perfect. Everything was planned and under control. You were what they said you would be; you hadn't had a sense of you-ness, nor had you tried to decipher the meaning of existence. Why were you here? How did you become an alice? Was it by chance that you were this strong? Was the world originally dull and gray?

But gray was a foreign word. It just happened to be said; you had not the slightest idea of what it meant.

You closed your eyes and momentarily saw streaks of red and black. You heard cries for help. But you were alone at the park and no one was there...

... until you realized the sounds came from below—from underneath the ground.