#~hatter

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Bambi and Hatter, random encounter, time period of your choice.

It was on the second day of Woodstock that Bambi met him, running into him in amidst a cluster of trees just after The Who had finished their set. The man smiled enigmatically at him, before holding out his hand; in it rested two, round pills. Maybe it was the atmosphere, maybe it was the adrenaline high he was experiencing after listening to the best music he'd ever heard in his life, but Bambi scooped them up and downed them in one go - the last thing he heard coherently was the voice of the Hatter saying, "Down the rabbit hole you go."

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heaven's looking glass.

His skin was fire to the ice of her hands, a bright spark at the end of many dark years. Soft, warm, comfortingly familiar, she clung to it as a child would their blanket, the way she had seen their children do so many times as they grew up. They were older now, older and beautiful and not quite mature, but perfect in every way in the eyes of their mother. Christmas dinners were always interesting in their household, but in the silence of the white room, there was no raucous laughter or illuminating smiles or the permanent, comforting whistle of a freshly-boiled pot of tea. There was just the peace and quiet and the touch of her husband's hand.

"It feels like it's been so long," she murmured, squeezing it tightly. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, a smile twitching at the corners of his mouth.

"For you, maybe. For me, it's been hardly a turn of the moon in Januervy. Everything goes so backwards these days, it's enough to make you mad,"

"It's a good thing you're used to the taste of insanity. Weren't you lonely?" Her head tilted to the side, curiosity in every one of her features and the potential for heartache shining in her eyes. The thought of him being alone, after all that had gone before, would have caused her pain like nothing else.

"Of course not," he dismissed, waving the question away like smoke from a hookah. "Quite a smiffle of people are waiting for us, Miss Alice. Mr. Months has discovered the wonders of spoons, though he did get into quite a kerfuffle over the beneflictions of a fork under a spoon, and let's not mention make of the knives, but dear Babbity has been there to attempt and keep the order in hand and under the table. Once he was two days slow, but now he's two days fast, so perhaps you could help wind him and make him proper again."

"We're all coming together again. It's been so long it hardly feels real. Has it changed much?"

"Why don't you see for yourself?"

He squeezed her hand, prompting the blonde to move toward the open door of the room. Something shone through it, a yellow light that smelled of tea and honey and true happiness. It was lazy Sunday mornings and nights spent wrapped in Hatter's arms. It was Wonderland. It was home.

A white sheet was drawn up over a pale face, old and wrinkled and smiling contentedly as the heart monitor emitted nothing but a steady beep, all traces of life gone from the cold body. The children would be informed; a funeral held with bouquets of daisies and forget-me-nots on a disturbingly bright summer day; and she would be left to lie beside her husband, deceased three years before her. All that, however, was to come later - in that moment, the ghostly lovers moved on to their tea party, putting one foot in front of the other until they reached their old friends, at peace in the eternal golden afternoon.

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#7-9 random characters

            Mistletoe – DIRP girls (I didn’t even have a specific girl in mind for who he’s talking to. this is the last one btw! :D.)

Bambi was utterly bewildered and not to mention slightly terrified by the number of girls, even complete strangers, who’d approached him that day. Shy as he was, he could only stutter and half-heartedly bat at them with his hands as they drew close to leave a peck on his lips, before leaving him with nothing more than a “Merry Christmas!” After the fourth one in the last hour, he decided to get to the bottom of it. “W-why didya kiss me? I don’t even know you!”

The girl’s smile faltered. “You have mistletoe tied to your antlers… did you forget?”

Bambi looked up, cross-eyed, at the berries dangling off the tip of his plastic reindeer antlers worn in the spirit of the holiday. “…And?”

“When two people gather under mistletoe, they’re meant to kiss. I-I thought that that was why you had it hanging off there.”

Bambi’s entire face coloured. They thought he was asking for kisses?!

         Pumpkin – I’m just going to be lazy here and say look at the first Alice one, because I honestly can’t think of another, somewhat entertaining way to write about Halloween decorating. Sorry!

         Leaves – Hatter

(oh my god this was so hard to think of an idea for. They haven’t even met yet, but I just couldn’t think of anyone Bambi would need to “clear the air” with.)

Hatter stared at the scrawny-looking boy before him, unimpressed. This was a Bambi? He didn’t seem very interesting, clad in the same shade of brown all along the length of his body. Not nearly as wonderful as Hatter’s colourful outfits and hats.

Bambi shifted, uncomfortable under the other man’s scrutinising gaze. He felt like he was being turned upside down and inside out. He gave an awkward cough, before flapping his hand forward in the hopes that the other man wouldn’t leave it hanging. “S-so you’re Hatter. Alice talks a lot about you, you know. It’s nice to finally meet you in person.”

To Bambi’s immense relief, Hatter’s face broke into a grin, and he bounded forward to grasp Bambi’s arm with both hands and shake it vigorously. “Absolutely splendiferous to meet you, Bambi. Any friend of my dear Alice is a friend of mine! How doth this day find you?”

Bambi smiled back, while internally groaning. Oh boy, another person who spoke with dizzying levels of crazy.

       Trick – Gaston feat. Surprise

Gaston was quickly beginning to regret staying for so long at the gym. The night had come faster than he’d expected, and it was now difficult to see the way to his house. The wind had started to pick up around an hour ago, and was now howling its way through the trees.

A curious whispering had started up somewhere behind him at the beginning of his walk, and he had turned multiple times, only to see nothing there. The whispering was quickly accompanied by different sets of footsteps, and Gaston suddenly had the urge to walk a little faster.

He flinched as a dog began to bay somewhere in the distance, before chuckling and running a hand through his hair. Whatever beasts were out there would be no match for him. He was the one monsters needed to fear.

“RAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” “BANG!”

Inhuman shrieks sounded from right behind him, and Gaston gave a shrill scream before spinning on his heel. He was met with the sight of the members of the island’s club against hunting. Bambi and Boo giggled and high-fived each other. The source of the loud noise was quickly apparent from the streamers on the ground and the party popper in Giselle’s hand, who stood a few feet away. She gave a look of concern. “We didn’t scare you too much, did we? I’m sorry, that was rather mean.”

Bambi looked at him with a triumphant grin. “We just wanted to show you what it feels like to be hunted. Not a fun feelin’, is it?”

Gaston just gaped at them.

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