Down the Rabbit Hole
Day thirteen since I really wanted to write this one over the others. I do have ideas for all of them, I just need to find the time to write them out. Wish me luck, children!
He was in a field of flowers. That was the first thing he noticed when he sat up. They came in bright, psychedelic colors that felt like they shouldâve hurt his eyes.
Barry glanced around and noted a forest, some mountains and a lake. They too seemed to be made of impossible colors. He wondered where he was.
He stood up and went to brush off his pants only to realize he wasnât wearing pants. He was wearing a deep red dress with golden checkers on it.
âWhat the hell?â Barry muttered. He played with the skirt of the dress watching it fall and fluff with the lace underneath it. It was long sleeved and had lace at the cuffs, collar and hem as well as a lace petticoat. The checkers were all over the dress in the most tacky color arrangement possible for a dress and Barry felt rather like a Christmas tree ornament. He noticed he also was wearing red tights of some kind but just plain black flats. Thank goodness for that, Barry thought, Iâd be dead in the water if I had to walk in heels.
Speaking of which, where did Barry need to go? He felt like he was waiting for something but he didnât know what.
He looked around again and noticed a small green trail through the wildflowers. Seeing no other option, Barry shrugged to himself and started to walk down the little green path. The path seemed to be made of what felt like gravel underfoot but the pebbles sparkled like gems. Barry racked his brain to try and remember if there was any sort of mineral was this kind of bright neon green.
After a few minutes of walking, Barry ended up at the edge of the forest. The trees towered above him in sickeningly loud purples and magentas. Each leaf looked to be made in a different shape than every other leaf. The trunks were covered in some sort of orange moss that looked incredibly soft.
Barry had just tentatively reached his hand out when a voice stopped him.
âI wouldnât do that if I were you.â It was silky and smug, like the voice knew something Barry didnât.
Barry looked around at the ground for the voiceâs body.
âLittle higher.â The voice sing songed and Barry looked up to catch a slight movement in the trees. As he continued to peer, he noticed the outline of a cat. The cat was the exact same colors as the trees in alternating stripes. It settled on the branch, itâs tail curling up around itâs paws.
âAnd whyâs that?â Barry asked, a frown furrowing his brow. The cat snickered and grinned the largest grin Barry had ever seen. It was almost unnerving how wide it stretched across itâs face.
âWhy, it would make you sane. You wouldnât want that, weâre all mad here, youâd be all alone if you were sane.â The cat licked itâs paw and began grooming behind itâs ears.
Barry crossed his arms over his chest. âWhat are you talking about? Iâm not crazy!â The cat simply looked at Barry.
âOh, Alice,â It purred, âYouâre just as mad as we are, trust me.â The cat slowly began to disappear before Barryâs eyes.
âWait!â Barry cried and stretched out a hand but all that remained of the cat was itâs great big grin. Barry huffed in annoyance.
âWell thatâs just great.â He muttered. âHow the hell am I supposed to figure out where I am now? Or how to get back to where I need to be?â Barry frowned and propped his fists on his hips. He surveyed the tree trunks covered in moss that wove through the electric blue underbrush. The small branches reminded Barry of the flower Babyâs Breath.
As he continued to look around, he caught sight of a pair of white ears extending above the bushes. They moved along jerkily and twitched every which way. Barry felt his gut tug at the sight of the ears and suddenly his legs were sprinting towards whatever was attached to those ears.
When Barry drew closer he heard the owner of the ears muttering. He finally burst through the last of the blue brush. He had several scrapes on his hands and tears in his dress. Sufficed to say, while the undergrowth looked like Babyâs Breath it was a lot more thorny.
When Barry looked down past the pair of white ears, he found a miniature version of Captain Cold wearing a three piece suit. He was barely taller that Barryâs knee and had a fluffy white tail to go with his tall bunny ears.
âIâm late.â He drawled, âIâm late for a very important date.â Captain Cold the bunny hopped right past Barry as if he werenât even there.
Barry gaped. âWhat the fuck?â He gasped out after a few minutes of staring at the receding tail of Captain Cold through the trees. Barry began to feel that tug in his gut again as Captain Cold was at the top of a hill and nearly out of sight. Somehow, Barry knew that Captain Cold was somehow linked to his way out of this nuthouse.
âWait!â He yelled for the second time that day and raced after the bunny.
When he reached the top of the hill, he didnât see Captain Cold anywhere. Barry let out a breath and rubbed his temple. Where the hell could he have gone? Barry wondered as he stared out over the plant life. There didnât seem to be any wildlife about at all actually. Barry frowned at that. Thatâs odd, he thought before mentally shrugging. Well, he couldnât have gotten far, Barry mused and began to walk again.
The trees seemed to fly by as Barry walked. The colors mixing in a dizzying blur. He paused for a moment and noticed that the trees had actually changed colors to a pale yellow and tangerine. It wasnât quite as jarring as the edge of the forest Barry had encountered but it was still incredibly strange to see something other than brown and green for trees.
There were also mushrooms in place of the thorny Babyâs Breath. They were short and squat. They came in a variety of dazzling colors and sickening patterns that Barry could barely look at before his eyes began to water.
Barry took a deep breath to try and stave off a headache from the brightly colored mushrooms. He coughed on something sickly sweet and glanced up sharply. He started when he saw the gigantic caterpillar sitting on more mushrooms. The caterpillar was holding a hookah and blowing out long breath of smoke. It had the most pleased expression Barry had ever seen on a caterpillar, although Barry had to admit heâd never seen a caterpillar large enough to study the facial expressions.
âHello?â He called. The caterpillar took another draw from the hookah. Barry called again, a little louder. The caterpillar simply breathed out. Barry coughed at the smoke blown in his direction.
âHello!â He yelled and the caterpillar slowly turned to face him. It blinked twice before responding.
âSalutations.â The word was drawn out extensively and Barry was almost worried heâd never hear the end of it.
âI donât suppose you say a rabbit come by here?â He asked. The caterpillar sighed out more smoke and closed its eyes.
âYes.â It murmured vacantly. Barry grit his teeth.
âGreat,â He bit out, âWhere did he go?â
The caterpillar took another draw and leaned back against the mushroom. âI donât know.â
Barry closed his eyes and counted to ten. âYou saw the rabbit but you donât know where he went?â He repeated. The caterpillar nodded absently.
âGreat.â Barry muttered.âWhat am I supposed to do then?â
âMushrooms.â The caterpillar sighed out. Barry frowned in confusion at the caterpillar.
âWhat?â
âThe mushrooms,â the caterpillar pointed vaguely at the fungi next to Barry, âThey can make you bigger or smaller.â
âIf I were bigger I could see Cold over the trees.â Barry mused. He turned to look at the mushrooms. âWhich ones make me bigger?â
The caterpillar hummed before he shook his head slowly. âI donât know.â
Barry huffed out a breath and bit his lip as he studied the mushrooms.
âWell, here goes nothing.â He plucked a burgundy fungus with blue paisley designs on it and took a bite. Almost immediately, Barry began to grow. He crested the tops of the trees in mere seconds and soon he was too tall to see anything within the forest.
Barry leaned over the trees and squinted. âDammit,â he said, âIâm too tall. I canât see anything.â He continued to look anyway in some vain hope that he might catch a glimpse of white ears. All he came across was a clearing.
The clearing appeared to have some sort of event set up as there was a table and chairs in the middle. The table was perfectly set with black lace upon a burnt orange table cloth and porcelain dishes. There was even a teapot.
Barry yawned audibly and he heard a small pop. He had the most peculiar sensation as he began to shrink again. He tumbled forward into the clearing and landed flat on his ass with an oof.
He sat there for a little bit, winded. When he did start to look around, he noticed three people had come to sit at the table. Or rather, three creatures. One looked human enough and was chattering away as he lifted his teacup. The other two looked like a mouse and a rabbit. Barry perked up immediately only to realize it wasnât Captain Cold.
He got up and walked over to the table.
âHello.â He said and smiled at the three of them. The man turned and gasped.
âOh Alice! Youâre just in time for tea! Come sit, come sit!â His hat tipped dangerously as he gestured wildly to Barry. Barry moved to sit next to the man.
âMy nameâs not Alice.â He disputed.
âIsnât it?â The man looked terribly confused at his statement. âThen what is it?â
Barry floundered. âI-I donât know.â The man nodded sagely.
âThen we shall call you Alice!â He grinned delightedly as the mouse and rabbit raised their glasses and cheered.
Barry looked askance at his three table mates. âI donât suppose youâve seen a white rabbit go past?â
The man giggled. âOh Alice! Youâre so funny. Wonât you have some tea and cakes? Iâm the Mad Hatter by the way.â The tea in his cup sloshed over the edge and landed on the black lace. It shrivelled up like a dead plant.
âNo thank you.â He replied. The Mad Hatter gasped as the mouse dropped his own cup and the rabbit fainted dead away.
âNo no no no no no. That wonât do, Alice. You have to leave if youâre not going to have tea.â The Mad Hatter began pushing at Barry. Barry fell out of his chair.
âHey!â He yelled. The Mad Hatter continued to push him until he reached the fringe of the trees.
âIf youâre not going to have tea, you canât be with us. Itâs tea time and we must have tea!â With that, the Mad Hatter turned and strode back to the table. Barry stood, dumbfounded.
âOh dear. Wouldnât to keep your mouth open like that, bugs will get in.â Barry turned to find the purple and pink cat sitting in the tree just in front of him.
âYou.â He said intelligently.
âYes, me. Have you found your rabbit yet, Alice?â The cat stretched leisurely out on the branch.
Barry shook his head. âMy nameâs not Alice.â
âPerhaps you should try the white road.â The cat gestured with one paw towards the forest, ignoring him.
âWhat path?â Barry asked as he peered into the darkness. As soon as he said something, the path appeared, glowing brighter than the sun.
Barry decided to just go with it this time and began to walk down the glowing white path. The trees had changed color again to luminescent green and white. They seemed to pulse softly as he walked along. Barry wondered at what sort of forest had such strange trees that changed so frequently. He imagined without the paths heâd encountered it would be difficult to find your way out if the trees continued to change so much.
Eventually Barry reached another clearing. He heard shouting as he broke through the last of the branches. Three men in red ran after a ball as it skipped over the grass and barely made it under a small red arch.
A shrill voice broke through the clearing and a woman with an impossibly high starched collar appeared. She berated the men for running after the ball, yelling obscenities that made Barry raise his eyebrows disbelievingly.
The three red men cowered in front of the slight woman until she turned away and marched to her ball. She swung the mallet Barry hadnât noticed earlier and hit the ball with incredible force. None of the men ran after it this time. The woman fumed again and yelled at them to go after it. The three men scrambled to comply, tripping over each other in their haste.
Barry stepped farther into the clearing and noticed the large amount of red men running around in a flurry fetching things only to be yelled at by the woman. They all seemed to be horribly afraid of her.
âOff with his head!â Barry whipped his head around at the screech. There was a solitary red man cowering in front of the woman. He was whimpering out pleas but she refused to listen as two of his comrades dragged him to a stump.
Just as the executioner raised his axe, Barry cried out. âWait!â
The woman looked up at him sharply. âWho are you to question my orders? I am the Queen of Hearts!â She shrilled out.
âWhy are you going to kill him? He only did what he was asked.â Barry queried. The Queen of Hearts turned purple.
âImpudence!â She screeched and pointed accusingly at Barry. âOff with his head!â
Several red men marched towards Barry with determined expressions. Barry backed away slowly. As he glanced between all the red men he noticed a white figure behind them. He focused on it and noticed it was the rabbit. Barry made a split decision to go after the rabbit. He ducked under the waiting arms of the red men and raced over to where Captain Cold was checking his pocket watch.
âHey!â He called and raised a hand to wave at the rabbit. Captain Cold looked up briefly before he began to hop away.
âIâm late. Iâm late for a very important date.â He said as he disappeared through the trees again.
âOh!â Barry stamped his foot in frustration. He was going to have to go after the rabbit back into the forest.
He glanced behind him to see the red men running as fast as their stubby legs could carry them. Barry dove into the trees and hoped this time heâd be able to find that stupid rabbit for longer than a few moments.
There was no sign of the actual rabbit under the deep canopy but there were small imprints in the soft earth. Barry jogged along after them. The prints led him over rocky terrain which suddenly turned into a desert and then again into a lake with lily pads that somehow kept the shape of the rabbitâs footprints. Barry jumped from lily pad to lily pad, wobbling slightly as they sloshed around on the surface of the lake. On the other side of the lake, Barry saw a small cottage. He sped up to reach the cottage and nearly fell into the water.
He jumped to the ground with a satisfying crunch before padding to the door of the small cottage. It looked to be about the right size for a rabbit. There was a carrot garden out back and that was what clinched it for Barry. He knocked on the door. Barry waited as he heard shuffling.
The door swung open and there stood the white rabbit.
âHello!â Barry couldnât help the immense amount of relief in his voice.
âWhat do you need, Alice?â Captain Cold asked, quirking an eyebrow. Barry sat back on his heels.
âOh. Um, I donât know. I just knew I had to look for you.â Barry mumbled. The rabbit sighed.
âI canât help you if you donât know what you want, Alice.â He began to close the door.
âWait!â Barry cried and stuck his hand in the doorjamb. Captain Cold glared at him, his ears twitching.
âGo away now, Alice. I have an important engagement.â He said and pushed Barryâs hand out of the way. The door shut with a slam.
Barry sat stunned. He felt tears begin to well in his eyes and he sniffed. Tears leaked out and streamed down his cheeks. He couldnât believe after all he did to try and find the rabbit, he had been turned out before he so much as got to ask why he had to follow the rabbit.
Barryâs tears splashed on the ground and didnât dissolve. Instead, they began to grow and grow until Barry was sitting in a puddle. As he cried, he began to shrink and soon the puddle of tears was an ocean. Barry tried to swim in it but he couldnât. There was some sort of current that was pulling him and slipped under. His breath bubbled out and Barry panicked. He felt himself begin to lose consciousness and his eyes closed of their own volition.
Barry woke with a start, breathing heavily from his dream. He looked blearily around and realized that he was in STAR Labs.
âBarry! Youâre awake!â Cisco was just coming into the cortex and he ran over.
Barry sat up and blinked as Cisco checked the equipment hooked up to him.
âWhat happened?â He asked. He tried to sit up but Cisco stopped him.
âWe dunno, man. You were fighting this meta and then suddenly you passed out. We had to come get you. Youâve been in a state of fitful REM. Or at least, thatâs what Caitlin says.â
Barry nodded slightly. He remembered that. âDid we catch the meta?â
Cisco shook his head. âNah, man, sorry. We kinda wanted to make sure you were okay.â
âItâs fine.â He started pulling at the IV in his arm. âI had the weirdest dream though.â
Cisco snorted. âIf your brain waves were any indication it was certainly something.â He helped unhook Barry from the rest of the machines.
âI dreamed that I was Alice in Wonderland. It was nuts.â He stood up slowly and walked over to grab his STAR Labs sweatshirt. âI met the Chesire cat and the Queen of Hearts and Captain Cold was there. He was the white rabbit.â
Cisco raised his eyebrows. âThat does sound nuts. You should probably stay here until Caitlin gives you the green light. You know how worried she gets.â The two shared a smile.
When Barry was officially discharged by Caitlin, he went straight home. He spent the evening watching a movie and eating several pizzas. He was hesitant to fall asleep again lest he have another dream reminiscent of LSD. He really didnât need to have anymore dreams of Captain Cold as a rabbit.
Luckily, Barry did indeed have a peaceful night without a single dream about Captain Cold as a rabbit. And if at Coldâs next heist Barry turned beet red and slipped on the floor not the ice, well clearly Cold had picked this particular store just because the floors had been recently waxed and not for any other reasons.
















