I miss writing stuff so here's me writing about myself (or anyone but I made it to it's in my perspective) getting themselves into Twisted Wonderland MC's shoes! (Good luck if you did lmao)
Eyelids are heavy but I remained calm and push through the pain of having to not sleep for the day.
Another all-nighter, yet again. I'm getting to the point where I'm mentally breaking down yet my silent cries are unheard of. If only there was a way to get the hell out of here.
By the time I finished, I went straight to bed as my body began shutting down on itself the moment I reached my bed. The sun has slept as the night sky rises. It was silent.
The silent and dark night enveloped my sight as I fall deep into my sleep. There wasn't a single moment of noise to be heard.
Just as I was having a good time sleeping, I heard a voice. A peculiar one in fact, calling out to me, asking which hand would I reach out to.
Hand? By now, I was already tired to deal with this shit but I thought long and hard until I reached out towards a single hand that I specifically choose, even if it means not knowing who it was.
Things began envelope deeper into this sleep. 'Am I really dreaming?' I asked myself this question deep and hard. 'Am I insane already?' was the next.
Certainly, there wasn't an answer but all I heard was the galloping noises of a horse and what sounds like the horse pulling a carriage.
Nothing else ever happened until I could hear someone talking but their voice was muffled. All I could only make out was the word 'eating' the something came after that.
Not long before something was rattling in front of me and before I knew it, there was this cat like being in front of me. By the time someone spoke, I was already awake but my eyes were blinded by the bright lights of the outside.
The cat then shouts about eating me and it didn't took me a whole while to figure out in what kind of strange predicament I am in.
The surprise of the cat sudden eating me was enough to startled me but I stayed calm and kicked the cat away before running for my life.
I know what this cat is capable of but it's not the right move to pull a smartass move yet. I'll save it for when I'm playing therapy simulator.
I dashed out of the coffin room (that's what I described it, don't judge me) and around me were familiar hallways, familiar darkish dΓ©cor. I know where I am, I could even feel it.
I stopped running by the time I realized that I was in Night Raven College. I could feel my whole body freeze but I had to be rational about this situation.
I count back the steps I took of how Twisted Wonderland was supposed to start like and behind me was none other than Grim, the annoying cat (I find Grim annoying but sometimes I do love a good chaos maker 3000) that would be my familiar shouting at me to stop.
With my almost lack of knowledge in remembering how Twisted Wonderland started, I just follow whatever happens until I meet Mr. Crowley, the man who would made me suffer as the only goddamn therapist for these students I'm bound to meet.
How the hell did I even got here?
