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“Can you two do nothing right?” The doctor snapped, growing impatient with the ever pressing fact that they were completely useless.

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“Nothing right,” the smaller of the duo echoed, voice barely more than a rumble in his chest.  He shot his brother a look when the man remained quiet and spoke again as if accusing him of being the only one to constantly fuck plans up.  “What the good doctor said, brother…”  

The younger’s brows pulled together when his sibling scolded him.  “He meant you too, brother,” he hissed, shoving the other roughly and nearly sending him to the floor.  When he regained his composure, the shorter man cleared his throat, made a mental note to get Barnabus back for the shove, and turned his attention again to the doctor.  “Past’s in the past, innit?”  From what he could tell, there was no need to get on their case every time they messed something up.  He grabbed their set of keys from his brother and dangled them in front of the doctor’s face, allowing them to swing from his outstretched index finger.  “Just forget about it,” he sneered.  

[suicidal-alice-liddell]

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[cassieisnotapie]

“How much voltage? And how many amps?”

“No more than she deserves.”

“Well, then…enough to wipe her memory clean. Demolish the past! Including the time I touched her…um…”

“Oh yeah, enough to make those bits disappear…”

[nursiesfavouritelunatic]

She had it all figured out.  Well maybe not all of it, but most of it.  Wonderland may have been destroyed, but one thing had stayed the same: the Cheshire Cat.  When she was brought back to Rutledge, the she had many hallucinations of the cat walking around and talking to her, one of the statements being that she could bring people into Wonderland with her.

“How could I do that?”  She told him, “It’s been destroyed, there’s no way to bring it back.”

“Aah, but you can, and you must.”  He had told her, “Bring back Wonderland, and you bring back yourself.  And with your new Wonderland, comes new possibilities.”

So that’s what had done.  Two months after their conversation, Alice had managed to slowly rebuild each part of Wonderland.  Completion of the Vale of Tears was nowhere near finished, but it was started, and that was good enough for her, and the cat as well.  A week before, she had seen him in her Wonderland, and he had told her, she could officially bring people in, before shortly disappearing…

Today - 

Alice was quiet, though being able to talk in Wonderland, she wasn’t sure about the possibility of it happening in the real world.  She was going to try it…try and bring people into her Wonderland.  It was going to be those vile, disgusting monsters, that had hurt and destroyed her in the past.

She held a soft grin at the memory of her stabbing the smaller of the two, it slowly disappearing as she thought of the aftermath of her turning it to herself.

There was spouts of bickering outside her cell door, and she knew it was them.  Arlington and Barnabus, or as she thought of them, Shortstack and Bulldog.

She closed her eyes, before the smaller hoisted her up by her straps.  When she opened her eyes, it seemed like she knew what to do.

Staring straight into Arlington’s eyes, she thought of Wonderland, she thought of taking him there, she thought of herself there with him…

And She Was Gone…

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While Alice may have been used to the trip to Wonderland, the orderlies were far from it.  Release from their frozen states meant an uncomfortably quick fall from a height that looked beyond deadly and the duo became a mess of flailing limbs and swears as the ground rushed up to meet them.  The younger sibling instinctively reached out in an attempt to grab onto his brother, effectively surprising both of them.  All those years of fights, broken bones, and near constant arguing paled in the face of certain death, it seemed.

An unfortunately timed swing of the leg from Arlington brought his shin into the other’s face and sent the two hurtling away from each other, dazing the younger.  So much for a last, meaningful family moment.  Barnabus’ eyes shut tightly - a combination of shock from being kicked in the face and not wanting to watch the land below get any closer.  

After a far longer drop than expected, Barnabus felt himself hit the ground, though the impact wasn’t what he thought it would be.  Instead of crashing into the dirt, the man was gently set down on his feet as if Wonderland itself had spared him a horrific fate.  He swallowed hard and opened his eyes, half expecting to see his brother standing beside him.  No such luck.  Well at least he wasn’t dead?  A forceful snort of an exhalation later, the ground below and Barnabus himself now splattered with the blood from his likely broken nose, the orderly shifted, turning to scan the area for his sibling.

A pained wheeze led the man several metres away to where the other had fallen.  Unlike his younger brother, Arlington hadn’t landed so successfully and instead lay on the ground, squirming and kicking his feet as he gasped for air, each violent breath sending a searing agony through his chest that followed each cracked rip to the tip.  Curled fingers grasped and clawed at the dirt.  He wanted to focus on something else - anything other than the pain that coursed through him, a wildfire engulfing his bones like kindling.

Barnabus didn’t often get angry or upset seeing his brother in pain - he was usually the one that caused it, after all - and this time was no different.  He wasn’t angry.  He was furious.  He didn’t know where Alice had gone, but he knew she had caused this.  And he knew she had hell to pay for it.

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The relative quiet of the morning - dreary enough outside, but far, far worse in - was broken by heavy footfalls and the loud clanging of keys.  A pause, during which the younger sibling flung the keys he held at the other, preceded a hissed curse and a glare from his brother, who managed to snatch them from the air before being struck.  “Watch your back,” he snapped, eyes narrowing.

“How ‘bout I watch yours,” the taller responded.  His brother rolled his eyes, prompting the soft-spoken man to continue. “’s’off ‘round here.”  Of course it was.  Something was always off around Rutledge.  Ignoring what he fully believed to be unfounded ramblings, also common, the elder of the duo flipped through the keys for the correct one, unlocking the door before them once found.  If the pair’s arguing and the creaky clunk of the rusty lock being opened didn’t alert the room’s inhabitant to the presence of her tormenters, the sickly sweet “good morning, Miss Liddell,” from the shorter, portly orderly certainly would.

Leaving his brother, still mumbling to himself, in the hallway, he pulled open the heavy door and strode into the cell.  The air did seem heavier here, but he shrugged it off.  It was merely humid and Barnabus was spouting bullshit again.  As usual.

“Cowering in the corner this morning, are we?”  The man could barely keep the smile off his face.  Perhaps this was fear he could feel in the air.  Perhaps this was utter terror.  And he liked it.  Reaching the girl, he wrapped his hand about the leather strap on the front of her straitjacket, hoisting her to her feet.  “Up an’ at ‘em, Miss Liddell,” he purred, locking eyes with her.  Unlike every other morning, however, something was different.  The man felt himself freeze up as his gaze met the girl’s.  It was involuntary and, no matter how much he mentally urged himself to move, he couldn’t.  He was stuck.

Realising his brother was no longer with him in the hall, the youngest peered into Alice’s room.  Nobody was supposed to be in there alone with her - not after Arlington himself had been stabbed.  He was about to jokingly scold his sibling, though before he could, the other had frozen up entirely.  Barnabus waited a moment, unsure if this was some sort of intimidation tactic he’d not thought of.  When Arlington didn’t move after what felt like far too long, the taller slowly treaded to his companion’s side.  “Arlington?”  No answer.  A soft huff escaping him, Barnabus reached down and grabbed his sibling’s face, turning his head so he could stare him down in a similar manner done to Alice.  

Immediately after forcibly moving his brother, Barnabus too locked up.  Something was very, very wrong.  He didn’t recall any time he had previously looked deeply into the other’s eyes like this, but he was fairly sure Arlington had regular human eyes.  Or at least…He used to.  The man’s entire eye was now blanketed with a pure white, which grabbed the orderly’s attention and refused to let go.  A mere moment of uncontrollable staring into the vibrant white later, everything started to go black.

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Alice: Madness Returns - Rutledge Asylum

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Trepanning:  A surgical intervention in which a hole is drilled or scraped into the human skull.

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Trephination set

Wood, leather, brass, metal, textile; Sirhenry, Paris, 1771-1830

Trephines are the surgical devices used for trephination, or trepanning. The basic practices and tools have remained largely unchanged for centuries. Among the trephines themselves, with their cylindrical blades, are a large brace to hold the trephines during drilling, two rugines to remove connective tissue from bones, two lenticulars to depress brain material during surgery and a brush to remove fine fragments of bone. The styling of the instruments and their box reflects a long tradition of producing surgical and scientific instruments as finely crafted, gentlemanly possessions.

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[thenewalice06-deactivated201608]

Jesus christ I said fuck you not fuck me keep it in your pants

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“Electroshock wiped those mem’ries clear, did it?  It’d do it a second time too, I bet.”

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trephiination started following you

fuck you two in particular

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“S’posing I recall correctly, it weren’t us getting fucked last time, were it?”