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Alice in wonderland, suggested by ~.Crow.~ Via forums

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Stitch
Male
Mischievous,imaginative,Fun and Crazy

Stitch was born in a forest, he did have a mother but she cared not for him. She stayed with him the least she could, but long enough that he didn't die. By the two months mark she was gone and he wasn't going to remember her. Unfortunately he found was found by... a feral dog and he was torn to pieces. The feral dog decided to bring him back out of the forest but unfortunately dropped him when he spotted some humans running towards him. He dashed back into the little patch of woods , and never looked back. The humans running towards him were a doctor and his daughter. The girl ran towards him and scooped him up "Daddy is he dead?" , her father nodded "I'm afraid he is very close to death if not already dead", the girl cried and got up "but you can fix him, you fixed Gus. "Gus was their dog who had died recently of old age, but when he was a puppy he had wandered away and come back all cut up with many broken bones.
"Please Daddy try!" she told him. The doctor of course couldn't say no when it came to him little girl so he brought her to his lab, tears streaming down her face and put him on an operation table. He began to examine him and determined that with some work he might be able to bring him back. He sew him back up and, even though he missed a few parts such as the end of his tail, he was functioning. The little girl hugged her dad really hard "Thank you daddy!", he smiled "you're welcome Alice, now let's put him in the Gus' bed to rest for a while". They brought the little cat upstairs and Alice put him in Gus' old bed. After a few days the little kitten woke up, and now being a few months old he could almost walk, so he began wondering in the bedroom. "Stitch! " the little girl squealed "you're awake!" she hopped off her bed and sat next to him grinning widely. "Hi! I'm Alice" She saw all the scars on his little body and her imagination filled the gaps in with some blue. "You're so pretty! let's go to the kitchen, get you some food" She got up and he followed her. They went through some routine feeding and stuff and Stitch got his face all messy, which made Alice laugh. When she tried to clean him he would refuse and get dirtier as if to make her laugh, on purpose....he couldn't have could he? after all he was just a pup and he couldn't understand any of this could he? Well he did.
As the years went by, they played together and they became great friends.After the third year begun, Alice thought her imagination was playing tricks on her, but it was not. Stutch had begun fading, at first it was suddle but then it wasn't so much. To notice him you had to squint and focus on him for a while which made him great to play tricks on his dad with, but Alice couldn't help but wonder where he was going. As the clock struck midnight on the last day of the third year Stitch vanished. Alice was devastated and wanted to cry, but soon after he popped up with a grin and said "You may have noticed that I'm not all here myself". She hugged him tight, her arms going through him at first. "Oops, sorry darling i have to concentrate to be solid.Try again" she tried and this time she actually hugged him. "You're back!" she screamed happily "let's go tell dad!" the two ran downstairs and Alice ran to her dad "Daddy! Stitch's back!" she told him excitedly, pointing at him. She didn't get the reaction she thought she would , he just looked confused and told her "well it may feel like this at first, but you have to let go Alice, he's gone." , Alice refused to believe him and ran upstairs. She just acted as if he wasn't gone, which to he he wasn't. "Stitch! let's play hide and seek! was always being yelled around the house "or Stitch let's prank my dad" or "Stitch! Food's ready". Her dad really did try to understand but it was all for naught, she was schizophrenic. He took her to a hospital ward and they put her in a normal room. Eventually she did get into the routine life around here, and she uderstood that Stitch was only to be kept for herself.
One night, she forgot to go to dinner so the nurse went to pick her up and she saw her talking to the imaginary cat. She decided to ignoreit and brought her to the cafeteria. One of the new volunteers decided to sit next to her "Hi" the guy said. Alice just ket singing to herself *this song*, the boy's smile quickly faded. "Are you mad?" he looked at her her, his eyes wide. Alice finally turned to him with the widest grin "We're all mad here". He quickly got up and got the nurse. The nurse tried to communicated with her but to no avail. She would just keep singing the song and if she answered it would be with the widest grin, so they brought her back to her room. She had put a knife in her gown but no one else knew that, and that night in an attempt to be like the Cheshire cat who had been with since she put the knife in her mouth. Felling the cold of the blade against the side og her mouth, she began dragging it up and did it to both sides. She let out a shaky breath and called Stitch one last time, when he didn't appear she assumed he had left her forever. So she just cried and passed out. Little did she know that Stitch had never left her , he had just pressed the emergency button which sent ten nurses rushing in. They all gasped and tended to her wounds quickly. They sowed them up and gave her painkillers before putting her in the schizo room. The didn't put a straitjacket on her as she was still asleep.
When she opened her eyes Stitch was nevxt to her, she cried in joy "Stitch!", and she hugged him. "What has happened to you , my darling?" he asked worriedly. She began sobbing "they treat me like I'm crazy , and when they treat you like you're crazy you start acting like it ". He looked at her wounds and touched them , sparks flew and they became scars "it's okay darling I've fixed them for you" he smiled "now, would you like to sing?". Alice smiled "of course!" and they launched themselves into the song.
The nurses watching th emonitors were confused by what they saw. Could you guess it? The cat wasn't in her mind after all, or was it? They could all be seeing things. But they couldn't be all mad here now , could they?

His name is Stitch, because he had to get all sown up by Alice's dad. His coloring reminded me of wounds, so.... yup! I'm so normal. Oh well, we're all mad here anyways //grins widely//

[koegami]

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[Exoclipse]

ends in 24 hours

[hypnowave]

It's dark in here.

But that's all I can say. Other than that, well... I'll just say that I
need a lantern in here. Anything with light, actually. I can feel
something creeping up my spine — something like a long, woolen
caterpillar, died and come back to life. And then it's gone again.
Vanished, turned into dust.
It's unpleasant.

Everything's unpleasant.

Taking a deep breath isn't easy when you're already gasping for air,
especially when everything around you radiates danger. A mellow,
bleak tune wraps me up, just like a chrysalis. It's holding me tightly,
that melody, squeezing my lungs, making it even harder for me to
catch my breath. I'm certain that I'll black out eventually. After all,
just a glance at this revolting place and you can tell.

The ground is littered with broken stepping stones, as though they were once graves, stepped upon and crushed under the weight of the darkness around me. The bushes, those cursed bushes, I swear they were gripping for my feet. The trees, they do not want me to leave. They tighten their tall branches above me, an ashen tunnel hardly showing me the way.

Fallen leaves cover the earth beneath me, but they didn't look old. In fact, they looked poisoned. Reeking of doom. And yet, that's the air I want to breathe in, and have breathed in for who knows how long.

I'm suffocating. But I can't tell how long it'll be before I get faint.

My heart is fluttering. This forest is killing me, slowly, and my lungs are screaming for air. Or maybe it's just me and my thoughts, because they haven't been so clear lately. But how could all this be an illusion?



I've been through quite a lot of things. I've fallen down a rabbit hole, been told I was 'The One,' and by very strange creatures at that. What else happens, I've been wounded by what they call the 'Bandersnatch.' Now I'm injured, broken and battered, in this nightmare of a grove.

Looking up again, I realize something. The trees have parted a little
— I can barely see it, but it's there. I see the sky,
but it's not the sky as I remember it. Through the opening, I notice how... dead the
sky was. It looked sick. Toxins pulsed through sinews of dark blue,
coursing through clouds, dripping tiny, tainted raindrops on the tree branches.

Finally, I catch sight of the moon. What's it like? It's... clean.
Compared to everything else I've seen, it's clean. But then the
crescent turns, twin eyes blinking, and I realized that it wasn't the
moon.



It was a sinister smile.

Something — maybe the bushes, maybe the melody — pulls me back.
The branches enclose, and I'm back in this shroud of shadows. Vines
— vines just as dark and corrupted as the other plants — circled
around me. It was easy imagining a plague here.

Those eyes appeared again; this time with no smile. Everything
around me dimmed, faded; all I was able to state at was those eyes.
Those eyes were... strange, to say. As if they had witnessed the
worst, experienced things nearly as bad, and never thought they'd
live to see another sunrise... assuming there even was a sun here,
which I was hardly sure of anymore.

And then invisible lips lifted, curled back, revealing pointed teeth.
Slowly, it begins in the middle, slightly below the eyes, gleaming in
the meager light of the dying mushrooms sticking to the sickly trees.
Then the corners of the smile appear; they almost touch the eyes.
A truly menacing smile.



I'm being held back from the face. The death-desire song broke into
a thousand uncertain whispers, and I descended. The vines retreated,
and the trees broke apart, wooden arms unwinding like two lovers
never destined to be together. Sad, but beautiful. The ailing air lifted,
leaving a strange wonder behind.

The air stirs, and wisps take form, spinning around the face. It
solidifies into fur, whiskers, pointed ears, and I see him; a head, still
cloaked in mystery, one that barely resembled that of any animal's.
Then the rest of its body materialized: a charcoal-gray mane, a
bushy tail, and seemingly boneless limbs. Pallid green stripes ran
across its pelt, which looked like an anti-gravity furcoat supported
by a mushroom cloud.

"Why, hello," an obviously male voice says, resonating from his
throat. My mood lifts, if only slightly, at the sound of another person;
a person that was hopefully more sane than the others. He certainly
doesn't look sane, however. His limbs float as if he'd never walked
on them, as if they were only there so that he would look more normal.
A profound madness showed in his eyes; a controlled but still
wild insanity, chained but not truly tamed. He lowered himself to
level ground and stated at me with his beady yellow eyes.



You know what it feels like when your throat goes dry? I've just
remembered what it feels like, because now I can't speak. I'm
opening my mouth but no words are coming out. Instead, the
creature says, "I am the Cheshire. And you don't look well,"
he murmurs, taking note of my wound. He calmly taps it with a
gentle paw. "You're hurt. But that isn't it. You're lost, aren't you?"

I nod.

He nods back. "Only a few find the way, some don't recognize it
when they do — some... don't ever want to." He looks back at me.
"But that hardly matters, true? We're all mad here."

[Exoclipse]

end's in three hours

[koegami]

bumping

[Exoclipse]

It's dark in here.

But that's all I can say. Other than that, well... I'll just say that I
need a lantern in here. Anything with light, actually. I can feel
something creeping up my spine — something like a long, woolen
caterpillar, died and come back to life. And then it's gone again.
Vanished, turned into dust.
It's unpleasant.

Everything's unpleasant.

Taking a deep breath isn't easy when you're already gasping for air,
especially when everything around you radiates danger. A mellow,
bleak tune wraps me up, just like a chrysalis. It's holding me tightly,
that melody, squeezing my lungs, making it even harder for me to
catch my breath. I'm certain that I'll black out eventually. After all,
just a glance at this revolting place and you can tell.

The ground is littered with broken stepping stones, as though they were once graves, stepped upon and crushed under the weight of the darkness around me. The bushes, those cursed bushes, I swear they were gripping for my feet. The trees, they do not want me to leave. They tighten their tall branches above me, an ashen tunnel hardly showing me the way.

Fallen leaves cover the earth beneath me, but they didn't look old. In fact, they looked poisoned. Reeking of doom. And yet, that's the air I want to breathe in, and have breathed in for who knows how long.

I'm suffocating. But I can't tell how long it'll be before I get faint.

My heart is fluttering. This forest is killing me, slowly, and my lungs are screaming for air. Or maybe it's just me and my thoughts, because they haven't been so clear lately. But how could all this be an illusion?



I've been through quite a lot of things. I've fallen down a rabbit hole, been told I was 'The One,' and by very strange creatures at that. What else happens, I've been wounded by what they call the 'Bandersnatch.' Now I'm injured, broken and battered, in this nightmare of a grove.

Looking up again, I realize something. The trees have parted a little
— I can barely see it, but it's there. I see the sky,
but it's not the sky as I remember it. Through the opening, I notice how... dead the
sky was. It looked sick. Toxins pulsed through sinews of dark blue,
coursing through clouds, dripping tiny, tainted raindrops on the tree branches.

Finally, I catch sight of the moon. What's it like? It's... clean.
Compared to everything else I've seen, it's clean. But then the
crescent turns, twin eyes blinking, and I realized that it wasn't the
moon.



It was a sinister smile.

Something — maybe the bushes, maybe the melody — pulls me back.
The branches enclose, and I'm back in this shroud of shadows. Vines
— vines just as dark and corrupted as the other plants — circled
around me. It was easy imagining a plague here.

Those eyes appeared again; this time with no smile. Everything
around me dimmed, faded; all I was able to state at was those eyes.
Those eyes were... strange, to say. As if they had witnessed the
worst, experienced things nearly as bad, and never thought they'd
live to see another sunrise... assuming there even was a sun here,
which I was hardly sure of anymore.

And then invisible lips lifted, curled back, revealing pointed teeth.
Slowly, it begins in the middle, slightly below the eyes, gleaming in
the meager light of the dying mushrooms sticking to the sickly trees.
Then the corners of the smile appear; they almost touch the eyes.
A truly menacing smile.



I'm being held back from the face. The death-desire song broke into
a thousand uncertain whispers, and I descended. The vines retreated,
and the trees broke apart, wooden arms unwinding like two lovers
never destined to be together. Sad, but beautiful. The ailing air lifted,
leaving a strange wonder behind.

The air stirs, and wisps take form, spinning around the face. It
solidifies into fur, whiskers, pointed ears, and I see him; a head, still
cloaked in mystery, one that barely resembled that of any animal's.
Then the rest of its body materialized: a charcoal-gray mane, a
bushy tail, and seemingly boneless limbs. Pallid green stripes ran
across its pelt, which looked like an anti-gravity furcoat supported
by a mushroom cloud.

"Why, hello," an obviously male voice says, resonating from his
throat. My mood lifts, if only slightly, at the sound of another person;
a person that was hopefully more sane than the others. He certainly
doesn't look sane, however. His limbs float as if he'd never walked
on them, as if they were only there so that he would look more normal.
A profound madness showed in his eyes; a controlled but still
wild insanity, chained but not truly tamed. He lowered himself to
level ground and stated at me with his beady yellow eyes.



You know what it feels like when your throat goes dry? I've just
remembered what it feels like, because now I can't speak. I'm
opening my mouth but no words are coming out. Instead, the
creature says, "I am the Cheshire. And you don't look well,"
he murmurs, taking note of my wound. He calmly taps it with a
gentle paw. "You're hurt. But that isn't it. You're lost, aren't you?"

I nod.

He nods back. "Only a few find the way, some don't recognize it
when they do — some... don't ever want to." He looks back at me.
"But that hardly matters, true? We're all mad here."

Congratulations, avindr;! i loved your story, and i liked how you put all the information in with it.

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^ thank you! c:
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