Different Dimensions

"What? Will you come with me or what? Do you want to be homeless or not?" Narcissa looked at us. This girl has potential.

"I'm going with you, Issa." Hatter smiled as he went beside her.

"How about you boys? Iracebeth of Crims is going to have a huge price above your head." She sounded so concerned. "And I would do anything to save you boys because you're both Ways.You'd be the way to kill the trio."

"W-We're coming." Mikey stuttered as we both walked, Narcissa and Hatter walking in front of us. She said this is where Marmoreal used to be. Well, this is sad because I thought it would be better than this, than a fresh-from-war looking place, wrecked walls, and you could barely see a flower. The trees had no leaves-- in a bad way, everything has withered. I also do think Narcissa's friend had died long ago.

"Are you sure he's still here? How can he live in this place?" I asked, going in the middle of Hatter and her.

"Of course he's here! We're very near to him, and this isn't the exact place where he does live but he's near." Narcissa smiled. And then so we enter a very leafy path--sagging branches were all over as she clears the way, and then there appears a huge door. "We're here! Hello, Flowerdoor. I'm Narcissa Whiterose, your owner's friend."

"Password." The door immediately popped it's eyes, nose and mouth. Why does Wonderland had to be this weird?

"Doggies." She said sternly.

"Access granted, Ms. Whiterose." The door opened itself, revealing a huge cottage garden. Flowers, more flowers, and flowers, and flowers. We walked up to the door as Narcissa rung the doorbell.

"Yoohoo, anyone home?" She said, and some kind of dude just opened the door. He's small and has dark hair, looks punk-y which is pretty ironic because why would a punk dude live in a cottage garden where it's just so full of flowers? "Frankie! It's been so long since I saw you!"

"I thought you're in jail? What are you doing here? Oh, and hello... Hatter. Pretty nice seeing you. You guys are friends--" She cut off the punk dude who I believe the name is Frank.

"That's it. We escaped Iracebitch of Crims." She smiled. "And we're homeless. And we need a home."

"You're welcome here. I know the Hatter but.. who are these boys?" Frank asked.

"You seriously don't know these boys?" Narcissa rolled her eyes. "Mikey Way, Gerard Way? The sons of the people who sent Alice home and opened the portal in between Wonderland and Earth?"

"Oh.. yes. The Way boys! I don't know their appearances, alright Issa? Well, Way boys, I'm Frank Iero. You must be Gerard." Frank smiled as he pointed to me. I nod my head. "And you're Mikey."

Mikey nods his head in agreement as well.

"No time for chitchats. Let's go in." Hatter said.
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It's night, and I'm just having a decent sleep which I totally need this day, because sure as hell this day has been pretty long. I've been transported to Wonderland, I've been beat up, I've been thrown in a cell, I've been taken by the Red Queen, I've been walking through Marmoreal and now currently staying in a cottage garden. I've been through a pretty shitty day.

"Hot sunflowers?" I heard a voice barge in through the door. He was tall, and has curly afro-ish hair. He was carrying a tray and four mugs on it with hot lines of smokes elevating just above it. "Hello, the Ways. I'm Ray Toro; Frank's friend."

He smiled very sweetly. He raises the tray as he snapped his fingers causing a table to just pop up as he placed the tray on it. "I will be in the kitchen if you need anything." He said as he left.

"What the fuck are hot sunflowers?" I asked, raising up my mug.

"Well.. I think it's like hot chocolate. And I heard it's delicious. I saw a couple of guards back in Red Bitch's castle drink them while we're in the cell." Mikey said.

"These are so goddamn delicious! Ray makes the best hot sunflowers in the whole Wonderland." Narcissa said, totally being delighted by the taste of it.

"Beautifully made with love." Hatter complimented.

That's when I decided to take a sip of it-- even though it's weird. Who would drink sunflowers? But honestly, it's very good. It's delicious, to be honest. It's like, proof of God's existence. And now this night is what exactly I needed-- to rest and just sleep.

We're gathered in one room filled with mattresses and a little center table in the middle for the trays. Once were done, I volunteered to bring the dishes to Ray who I believe is in the kitchen. So I step out of the room, carrying the tray in the grip of my hands and went to the kitchen.

"Ray? Here's the dishes." I tried to sound polite.

"Oh. Thank you." He took the tray from me and washed the dishes. I was about to go back to the room and sleep but he said something. "I knew your parents. They were a lovely couple."

"What?" I was confused as any shitstick would be. "Can you-- can you tell me more?"

He smiled and shook his head. "You should get some sleep." He said before he snapped his fingers. By the time I heard the sound, I feel myself weakened, my eyesight black but I can still hear something.

"Immaginare."

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