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a bit from chapter 5, in which Alex totally handles confrontation with a dangerous werewolf in an A+ manner

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The Sun fell out of the sky and I picked it up and gave it to you.

I made Adventure Time Ben and I…

ADVENTURE TIME WITH ATREYU AND BENJI

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Theme Generator - Post-apocalypse. Relationship/Treasure Hunt 

Author Note: Wow this turned out a lot longer than I meant. Hope you guys like it anyway.

“Fear is a sickness.” Bonavieu said.

Well if that’s so, Winter thought, then I am sick. Sick, and I don’t care! 

But he said nothing. Instead he followed along obediently, carefully stepping through the water that was almost up to his knees. The place was flooded with filthy water and by the looks of it, it’d been that way for quite some time. The buildings and bridges around them were covered in green; moss and plants, ivy dangling from windowpanes. Winter didn’t think it looked a thing like somewhere anyone would hide a treasure… But still he said nothing. He was cold and hungry and tired. The Sun was setting before them, the dying light making it difficult to see. Winter could hardly tell where Bon was. The light reflecting off his golden nose hoop, shining like a guiding star, and the sound of his boots splashing through the water was the only thing that gave Winter any hint as to where his companion was. 

“Fuck!” The sound of Bon’s splashing suddenly stopped, causing Winter to stop as well and look up, frowning. 

“What?”

“I don’t know what we’re supposed to be looking for!” Bon exclaimed, throwing his hands up into the air. Winter wanted them to give up the search. It was only treasure, and what good would it do them here, in the Green Man’s Apocalypse? But instead he sighed, wiping his damp hands on his shirt which, thankfully, was still dry.

“Damn Witch.” Bon grumbled under his breath. He turned around again, took a step forward… And disappeared. There was a great and sudden splash and Bonavieu was gone, shooting straight downward. 

“Bon!” Without thinking, Winter rushed forward and, just as Bon had, plummeted downward into dirty water. He screamed, too surprised to care that he was no longer surrounded by water, but falling down what appeared to be a dark tunnel. He shrieked and shrieked until, with a splash, he hit water once more, and sank.

Winter was jerked upward quite suddenly and when he wiped the water from his eyes, he saw Bon staring at him rather grumpily. “The… F-f-fuck?” Winter stuttered, shivering. He looked around. They were in a large, cavernous and dark area, standing in a pool of luminous pale blue water. He was shivering and Bon was squeezing water out of his dreads with one hand, the other shoved into his pocket. 

“Wh-Where are we?”

“I see you managed to find it after all.”

Winter looked up sharply at the voice. It was vaguely familiar and he didn’t have to see the woman, who stepped out from the shadows, to know who it was. She had several fat jeweled rings on her fingers, which Winter saw Bon eyeing, and she had the constant appearance of being wet. Her lips shone, her skin sparkled with water. 

“We did.” Bon answered, sounding for all the world like he’d meant to fall into a hole and end up there. 

“You seek a treasure that is not yours.” The woman said, coming forward. She moved as if her feet did not touch the ground at all and indeed they might not for Winter could not see them, hidden behind the veil of her dress. 

“You promised.” Bon’s voice had a note of ice, clearly suspicious that the Witch was going to back out of their deal.

The woman paused, lips quirking up, then stepped forward once more until she was at the edge of the glowing pool in which Winter and Bonavieu both stood.

“I did… I did. But it seems you have another treasure, non?”

Another treasure? Had he been hiding something? Winter turned, confused, to look at Bonavieu. He still had his hand in his pocket and he was managed to look both angry and afraid. Winter had never seen him look afraid.. It was the look of fear that scared him more than anything else had on their journey.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” said Bon. Winter knew it was a lie. So, apparently, did the Witch for she began to laugh, the sound like a hundred tinkling bells.

“I’m afraid you must make a choice.” said the Witch.

“The box…. Or,” her gaze slid to Winter and her smirk widened, “The boy.”

Alice in Wonderland Gender Swap series - The King of Hearts

“What are you doing in my garden?”

Aloysius jumped. The voice was deceptively soft. He hadn’t heard anyone coming, but when he turned around, there was a man standing just behind him. He was tall, dressed in red and black with his hands clasped behind his back and a thin smile on his lips.

Despite the smile, he looked - and sounded - dangerous. 

“I-I..” Aloysius stammered, taking a half-step backward. 

“Yes,” said the King, “you. What are you doing in my garden?” His tone was harder now, though not by much. It seemed a thin layer of false friendliness masked a murderous rage bubbling beneath the surface. 

“The White Rabbit!” Aloysius shouted wildly. “I… Followed her! And then I saw the garden and - it’s very beautiful.” He smiled. The King smiled back. Then he took a step forward, so that they were so close Aloysius could have reached out and touched him. He bent forward at the waist so that their faces were level, and his smile widened.

“I’m going to have your head cut off.”

Alice in Wonderland Gender Swap series - The Caterpillar

She was hidden by a cloud of smoke. Aloysius couldn’t see her, save the curled toes of her striped feet, but he could hear her humming a wordless melody through the haze of colours. 

Though he couldn’t see her, she must have seen him, for a moment later the humming ceased and she began to wave at the wall of smoke until it cleared enough to show him her face, splattered by vivid colour. Her eyes were hidden behind a pair of massive goggles.

“Who. Are. You?” 

As she spoke, tendrils of smoke drifted out from between her lips like lazy ghosts; pale pink, pale pale purple, and pale blue.

Alice in Wonderland gender swap series - The March Hare

When Aloysius sat down at the table, he couldn’t help but stare at the rabbit-headed woman sitting beside the Hatter. Of all the things he’d seen thus far, it had to be the strangest. 

“May I have some tea?” Aloysius asked, looking away from the Hare at last. It’d been such a long, confusing walk through the forest.. Tea really would hit the spot.

“There’s no room.” The Hare said just as the Hatter was lifting the tea pot. 

Aloysius looked around the table. Most of the seats were unoccupied, plates laden with foot set before them.

“There’s plenty of room!” He argued.

“Oh no there isn’t! No room!” Shouted the Hare. 

“Have you always been like that?” Aloysius asked, changing the subject.

“Like what? Oh, this?” The Hare threaded her fingers through the white fur on her face and Aloysius nodded. 

“The King did this to me.” She said bitterly. It didn’t exactly answer his question, but he was shocked none the less. What sort of King turned their subjects into animals? Or, in the Hare’s case, half animals. 

“Why would he do a thing like that!?”

“Mind your own business!” The sharp tone was back. Aloysius scowled. Such a temper on that one. Sensitive about her furry face, it seemed.

“Because,” When the Hatter spoke, her voice was cool and low. “She stole his tarts.” 

Aloysius looked up, eyes widening. The Hatter’s red lips were quirked into a barely there smirk. 

“Shut up!” shouted the Hare, glaring with her large black eyes.

Alice in Wonderland gender-swap series - The Chesire Cat

“If you’re wondering which way to go,” said a voice, “I think you ought to go to the left… Or perhaps the right. Both are good options, really. Equal opportunities.”

Aloysius jumped and spun around. There, hanging upside down in a tree, was the cat. It wasn’t the first time he’d seen her, with her gruesome smile ever present across her face. Still, the sight of her unnerved him. To top it off, she was as unhelpful as ever!

“I don’t suppose you might tell me something that makes sense for once?” He said irritably. 

She blinked her ghostly eyes at him. “Make sense? How do you make sense? It isn’t like baking a cake, you know.”

Aloysius glared at her, tutted, and began to turn away, pausing only when she spoke again.

“Sense is different for all of us. You might have said ‘can’t you make my kind of sense?’” She was disappearing as she spoke, the edges of her form dissipating like smoke. 

“Or perhaps you might have asked me to tell you something that you would understand.” She lifted her left hand and waved each finger at him, more of her disappearing as she did so, until just her eyes and mouth remained. She blinked one eye out of existence, then another, until all that was left was her horrific grin. Then, with a hum, that too was gone and Aloyisus was once more alone in the forest.

Good riddance, he thought. Blasted unhelpful Chesire.