A Mad Tea Party Indeed

Damien was sleeping, hence why his other side was out tonight. He had been walking in the forest for a while, but by his own will. As soon as he had taken over, some rabbit thing had ran into his dorm room, tied his hands up, put a piece of cloth in his mouth so he couldn't talk, and then forced him to walk out here.

"Thih ih sho humihihatingk!" the crimson-winged teenager exclaimed, kicking at the dirt because he couldn't talk properly. A stupid white rabbit was dragging him to who knew where and he couldn't even talk.

This was just great.

Little did he know that the whole night was going to get worse. After all, there was a whole tea party waiting for him!

After a while, the rabbit started humming. "Dum dee dee what a lovely day for tea!" it sang. Tristan rolled his eyes in torment... he hadn't known it was actually possible for things to be so wretched!

"Dee dum doo, just another mile! Dum dee do, we'll have fun at your trial!"

Tristan's green eyes went wide. Either he was going to a real court, or this rabbit was talking nonsense. He had a feeling it was nonsense, since, after all, it was a talking rabbit. Then again, why else would it come in the middle of the night and drag him out into the forest. "Twial? Whah twial? AHG! Cah you take thih thingk out ohf my mouf?"

The rabbit looked up and did so. "Dum dee do, can't wait for what the queen has to say to you!"

Tristan's left eye started twitching. "Can you only speak in rhymes...?" he questioned angrily, only to get no response.

As they walked further, another person appeared. The man wore a top hat and rather colorful clothing and laughed when he saw Tristan. "Tee hee! It's Mister Murderer! How pleasant to see you!" the hatter said.

Tristan blinked. "You people are CRAZY!" he yelled. "In case you didn't realize it, there are a few things holding me back from killing someone!"

The hatter wasn't convinced. A photograph appeared out of thin air and he shoved it right in the winged ones face. "Ehh, really?! Then what happened to our Alice?!"

Tristan growled. "Listen, I don't know anyone named Alice, and I don't know why you're all acting like you're from some child's story book! NOW LET ME GO!"

He started kicking at the rabbit and the mad hatter, trying to get free.

"Dum dee dee, seems like someone's a grouch! ... OUCH!" the rabbit was kicked back, but the hatter grabbed Tristan's arm and started pulling him along, much to the young man's discontent.

"The queen will definitely have fun deciding your fate! GUILTY AS CHARGGEEDDD!" The hatter started laughing in out of control, maniacal giggles.

Tristan sighed. "I'm surrounded by idiots..." he said.

Tristan rolled his eyes. Another one to join the idiocy! He glared at Brielle, wondering why, of all people, she had to be be the one to see this. "You've always been an idiot — don't be surprised," the eighteen-year-old said harshly.

The mad hatter tipped his hat toward the lady. "Greetings, madam," he said, then stood straightly, accusing eyes gazing at Tristan. "He killed our Alice, we're sure of it. We're taking him to trial for the queen to state his sentence."

"Dum dee dee, off with his head! Dum doo doo, he's gonna be DEAD!!" The rabbit started laughing crazily.

The mad hatter narrowed his eyes. "I don't think that's the case," he said. "But you're welcome to come to the court and defend him if you wish. Maybe the queen will believe you."

With that, the mad hatter turned around and started walking, followed by the rabbit he continued to drag Tristan along.

"Dum dee dee, very unlikely! Dum dee dee..." the rabbit continued with his rhyming. Tristan looked to Brielle and rolled his eyes, gesturing with his head for her to come along. Maybe she would actually prove to be worth something.