Here's the new chapter of Wonderland! Again, this story will probably be around 30 chapters; a little more, a little less, but it's clear. Then we have the epilogue, credits, and then the sequel will be up. Note: 50% of the time, there will be a sequel to my stories.
Your POV:
It was that morning Bentley presented to you what was possibly the coolest gift ever-your own binocucom. "Since you are one of us," He said. "You're gonna need it." You just smiled (really smiled) and accepted it. He said you're gonna need it for your mission. It's small and purple and fits your face fine.
You get up onto the rooftop, and examine your target. It's one of those crypts they've got around here. Bentley gives you your directions. "Alright Cerlie, there's your new objective. Sneak inside, and the smash the coffin of the evil wolf priestess."
You raise an eyebrow. "Bentley, isn't that disrespectful? I mean, she's dead. Does she really deserve that kind of treatment?"
"Weren't you listening? She was an EVIL wolf priestess." Alright, fair enough. "Once you smash the coffin, it'll free all of the ghosts trapped in there with her."
"Alright. No idea where you're going with us, but whatever you say Bentley." Yeah, after the whole water-tower-was-really-a-giant-attack-robot thing, you've learned to never doubt Bentley.
Getting into the crypt proved to actually be rather dangerous. There were giant, dangerous swinging blades and spikes that shot out whenever you got too close. When you finally reached the room where the coffin was, guards attacked. The Contessa must've really thought of everything, not that you're surprised. Fighting them off defiantly got a little messy, and you found yourself wishing Sly and Murray were here. By the time they're all knocked out, unconscious bodies are everywhere (not to mention all of the pots and other stuff that was on display are ruined), and you're exhausted. You're gonna pass out the moment you get back to the hideout.
You proceed with Bentley's instructions, and smash the coffin. This green smoke is released and you cover your mouth with your shirt, remembering Bentley's instruction to try and not inhale anything while you're in here. The spirits, blue, translucent animals that you can't identify, fly out of the coffin and out of the crypt.
"Nice work." Bentley says. "Now head outside, and I'll fill you in on phase two."
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You get up to higher ground-because it is not safe being on ground level when you're surrounded by guards and you're all alone-and you wait for Bentley's orders. "I've modified the imager in your binocucom to capture ghosts."
"Alright." You start. "So I just need to get a picture of them, and then what?"
"Then you just open the film compartment and send them down the chimney of Neyla's headquarters."
"Okay Bentley. I got this."
Turns out, it's actually a lot harder than you thought it would be. The ghosts are spread out all over the area, and it requires a lot of running (and once or twice, running from the vulture guards who are way too big for you to take on by yourself) and climbing. Not to mention, they keep hiding behind buildings, and you need a clean shot of them to get them into the camera.
Finally, after about an hour of running around, you have all of the ghosts on camera. You drop them down the chimney, and you stay hidden on the rooftop, watching them fly in and out of the building through the walls. You hear the door open and then you hear Neyla's voice. "So, the Contessa wants war, eh? Perhaps it's time I purchased a little air power. A few bombers should put that old chariatan in her place."
"Nice job, Cerlie." Bentley says. "Now head on back to the hideout, I imagine you're exhausted."
Looking at Neyla, you nodded. "Yeah. I am." Emotionally and physically.
Take my hand dollface,
Don't be afraid.
I only wanna decorate the walls with your brains.
One more time!
For the broken-hearted,
Two more times!
For my dearly departed.
Three-time whore!
Cupid's coming for you!
Go, go, go!
Karma's gonna get you!
I look at you, and what I see is how much I hate you when you breathe.
Lovely slits around your neck,
Started in love,
Ended in death.
Your pretty eyes are in a daze,
No expression on your face.
No screaming, no breathing, just you pleading.
Oh my God,
I think she's bleeding!
Yeah, chapter 19. I feel so proud of myself. Now, I need to go clean my room (because it is a total disaster area, God, it looks like my sister slept in here). Now I realize it's a short chapter (and I also realize that this is not my English class), but there is something important in this chapter; you just need to pay attention and figure out what this chapter symbolizes.
See you soon!
~Mimi