Chapter 1
Frisk woke up quite frightened as the thunder roared outside her room. She sat up right like shot and looked around the room. She hugged her little plushie tighter as she swinged her little feet to the side of the bed. Frisk looked around the room and saw her door a bit open and could hear a few set of voices. She jumped off the bed and silently made her way to the door and out of her bedroom. She got closer and closer to her father's lounge and looked through the door-way at all the men sitting around smoking cigars and drinking. They were laughing and rolling dices on his fancy table as her father was trying to catch heir attention. Suddenly one of the men pointed at her. Her father looked at her and his eyes softened. The men all seemed to soften as well at the sight of the little girl hiding behind the door-frame. She had short hair and a white night-gown. Her father excused himself as he got up from his fancy chair at the table and came closer to her.
"Frisk...do you have trouble with the storm..?" Frisk nodded as another thunder shook the house and she hugged her father's legs.
"Come on my brave little adventurer...let me get you back in bed, ok?" Frisk nodded as he hoisted her up and the two walked back to her room. He turned the lights on and tucked her in her bed. He kissed her forehead and Frisk pulled his sleeve as she pointed at her plushie. He chuckled and kissed the plushie as well.
"Daddy..? Do you think...i may be mad?" She asked with a whispered voice. Her father raised a brow.
"Why would you say that, Frisk?" Frisk looked around like someone would listen and she said.
"I've been having weird dreams...with the sea and the world! And with a fairytale paradise! It had Hatters and cats and cards!! Chess pieces coming to life and even a huge dragon!!" Her father laughed.
"Your imagination never ceases to amaze me Frisk..." He put a hand on her forehead as he knelt down.
"You'd make a fine explorer one day...I promise you I WILL give you the 'Wonder' when you get older...And don't worry about being mad because.."
'All the best people are!'
Frisk hated this type of parties. Well, in all honesty, she didn't really know where they were going in the first place. She didn't pay attention at what her mother said to her...actually, she bearly paid attention to her mother in general. But here she was, dragged along from her beautiful reading session to..god knows what party with girls who only have their heads in the gutter and with guys searching to marry to some rich girl and then have a son to inherit their 'profitable business'. Why couldn't love be like in books? Just like the one she was reading now!! Romeo and Juliet! Such a beautiful work! Bet most of the girls at that party could bearly read the title before saying..'I watched the play'. She loved to read the pieces before watching the play and try to see the differences in them. It was quite fun! Her mother, however? She only wanted to marry Frisk off to some rich dude that will make her cook and clean or just stand there and look pretty. Oh how she wanted to just go and explore!! To not have to wear these...puffy dresses and stupid bows.
"Frisk..? FRISK!!" Her mother yelled from the other side of the carriage. She snapped back to reality as she closed her book. Her mother scoffed.
"Look at yourself!! You looke like a mess!! Where the hell is your corset?!" Frisk shrugged.
"it's itchy..i didn't want to wear it.." Her mother leaned closer and started arranging the bow in her hair. She already had short hair, cut up to her chin. She had bangs that would sometimes her in her eyes. Her auburn hair was shinning in the light as she examined the world passing by out the window with her golden eyes. She had freckles and a plain blue dress with only a few layers. It was low cut but it gave her enough freedom, not to mention it wasn't uncomftarble. Frisk hated showing her curves with a corset. It was suffocating and stupid!! Her mother narrowed her eyes as she felt something else. Frisk hid the smirk creeping on her lips as her mother frowned.
"No stockings?!" She said as she pulled her dress up. She snorted.
"You are not properly dressed!!" Frisk scoffed.
"Who's to say what is proper and what isn't huh?? what if we all agreed that proper was wearing a bee hive on your head? would you wear it?" Her mother slapped her. She looked out the window.
"Frisk!!" She rested her head in her palm.
"To me the corset is like a bee hive..." Her mother was now furious.
"Please!! Just once stop acting so..STRANGE!! You sound like you're out of your mind!!" The carriage stopped and her mother exited first. They were in a nice garden that she immediately recognized from her childhood and from her mother's words. It finally hit her:
"We're at this party at the Jones's mansion?!" Her mother gave her a stern look.
"Hush now!! The host is here!" Frisk followed behind her mother in silence. Her mother loved dresses that made you look like you were carrying the whole circus under your skirt. It was a dark blue and she had a small hat with a veil to top it off. heh..top...top-hat....Her mothers heels were crunching the pebles underneath as her heeled boots were as well. The Jones misses and Jones mister were both wiating for them as their son? Well..he was trying to talk to some girl who wasn't receaving it very well...in the least...
"Ah! The Smiths! so glad you could make it!! We were worried you weren't coming for a second! Frisk, dear please go! My son has been waiting to dance with you!!" Frisk's eyes widened. Why him of all people.
"Come on, move along now!" Her mother said through gritted teeth. She rolled her eyes as she did a small bow and went up to the sad man who was still trying to talk to that girl. She was blonde with blue eyes...she had the curves alright and not to mention her dress was so pink with so many bows it kinda hurt her eyes. Her hair was curled so much she looked like she had tubes instead of hair and there was Mark...trying to get a good catch.
"You do realize it's well past 4, Miss Jones? With everything i've been rushed through--" Her mother smiled at the lady of the house.
"i am so sorr--" The lady scoffed.
"Oh nevermind.." She left going towards all the people dancing. Everyone was dressed in white or white-ish colors. She stood out like a red rose in a field of white ones.
"Don't mind my wife...she has been planning this for over 20 years.." Said Mr. Jones as he smiled.
"i see.." Her mother said looking at the sea of dancing people.
"my condolances...i think of your husband often. He was truly a man of vision...A dreamer..And i do hope you don't think i've taken advantage of all of this--"
"Not at all!!" Her mother said, looking shocked at the man. He gave her an understanding nod.
"I am actually pleased that you've purchased my husband's company!" Her mother said trying to hide the excitement of getting rid of her father's company. Witch..
"I was a fool for not investing in this mad venture when i had the chance.." Her mother smiled.
"Charles thought so too.." The two joined arms as they stepped towards the party.
"yeah, i don't recommend him. He still pees in his sleep." Frisk said shamelessly shrugging while butting into the conversation between the lady's son and that blonde girl.. The girl looked horrified and left. Mark turned towards her and gave her that ugly-fake-snobby buckertooth smile he had. Ew...
"Ah...Miss Smith!! What a..pleasure...hehe" Frisk nodded in a 'same' type of manner. Mark immediately looked at the orchestra playing and waved his hands. They immediately changed the song to a slow waltz. Ew...again...
"Would you like to dance with me? Miss Smit--" Frisk put up her hand.
"Call me Frisk please and.." She looked at her mom. She was totally giving her the stinky eye. She sighed as she let her hand fall into his outstretched one and he pulled her to dance. The two bowed to each other, then bowed to the couple in front of them. When Mark took her hand he scrunched up his nose in disgust.
"What type of glove even is that...??" Frisk smirked. She had fingerless gloves. She loved to make people uncomftarble...sometimes she didn't even need to try.
"Hey Mark..? Don't you get tired of dancing this..?" Mark looked at her like she was crazy.
"Not at all. I find it very fun." Yeah right...like you know what fun even is..She then looked around and thought..what if the girls would wear suits and the guys would wear dresses? She giggled.
"What it's so amusing..Frisk?" She looked at him and smiled.
"I had a vision of the ladies in suits and all the men in dresses! How fun would that be?" Mark looked disgusted.
"It would be best to keep your visions to yourself..how about that? When in doubt? Remain silent..." Frisk rolled her eyes at him. No fun...She looked around and didn't notice she bumped into someone. Mark immediately apologized.
"Pardon her, sir. Miss Smith is quite..Distracted!" Mark pulled her aside.
"Where is that head of yours today?!" Frisk scoffed.
"I was wondering what it would be like if i could fly! Just like a bird!" Mark looked confused.
"Why would you think such strange impossible thoughts??" Frisk norrowed her eyes.
"Why wouldn't i? My father believed in 6 impossible things before breakfast!!" She smiled thinking of her father. Mark? He was unimpressed. He looked behind him at his mother. He looked..uncomftarble. He pulled her aside next to some trees and smiled at her. For the first time in like..forever??
"Frisk. Meet me in the pavilion in precisely ten minutes." Mark left and two girls came behind her. They looked...giddy and happy?
"We have a secret to tell you!" Frisk crossed her arms.
"If you're telling me it's not really much of a secret anymore, now is it?" The two girls looked dumbfound before they looked guilty.
"Perhpas we shouldn't...no we agreed we should.." The first one said.
"If we tell her...she won't be surprised...will you act surprised??" Frisk shrugged.
"not if you tell me...but now you brought it up you have to!" Frisk said frowning at them. What were they even talking about??
"No we don't...and in fact..we won't!!" Were those the two sisters that always swim naked in the Jones's pond? They must have been. Oh this will be fun.
"Wonder if your mother knows that you two swim naked in the Jones's pond..." The two girls froze.
"You wouldn't dare.." Frisk smirked mischeviously.
"Oh you bet i would! Actualy that's her right there..." Frisk pointed towards the woman in the corner. The two girls gasped and one blurted out:
"Mark is going to ask for your hand!" She could feel her blood run cold at that. MarK?! Her hand?! Suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder. Pulling her away.
"You ruined the surprise!! UGH!! I could strangle them!! So much effort for keeping it a secret.." It was her friend, Margret.
"Everyone...knows..?" Frisk asked. She could feel herself wanting to hyperventilate. Was it getting hotter??
"Of course!! This is your engagement party!! This is why everyone is here!! When Mark will ask for your hand in the pavilion--" Frisk stepped away from Margret. Her friend was beautiful. Dirty blonde hair pulled into a bun behind her head. A white dress with silk touches, fluffy looking like a tent of course... just like the others...but she couldn't deny her green eyes and smile were warm and she looked stunning. Plus...she had more curves than Frisk...Margret was like a bigger sister for Frisk. She was already married.
"But...i..i don't want to..i don't think i want to..i.." Oh god...oh god oh god her mother was marrying her off to some rich family...and that family was The Jones!! How...how could she do such a thing?!
"Who would you marry then? How can you find better than a Lord?" Frisk scrunched her nose up in disgust. That man disgusting! The title didn't matter she wanted someone to truly love! To have fun with! To understand her...She wanted true love just like in her book. She pulled out her book and ran her fingers over the cover.
"Marry young, Frisk...you are pretty but it won't last forever...Dont want to end up like Auntie over there.." Frisk looked over her shoulders at a old lonely woman. Yeah she remembered how she was still waiting for that 'Prince' to come for her. It will never happen.
"You don't want to be a burden to your mother right?" Frisk froze. Her mother..she loved that vile woman more than she loved herself...she couldn't be more of a burden than she already was...
"Don't worry..you'll marry Mark and you will have all the money and a perfect life. You will be happy just like me with Louise. It's already decided!" Frisk scrucnhed up her nose. Why was everyone deciding for her. She just wanted to write her own story...To be happy...
"Frisk! Shall we go for a walk in my garden?" Asked Misses Jones from the side of the garden's maze... Well not really a maze since it wasn't compliacted just a few green walls. The two walked.
"You know what i've always dreaded..?" The woman said as they came upon the white roses in her garden.
"The climb of the aristocracy?" Frisk asked hopefull. She did, at least...
"Ugly grand-children.." Frisk frowned but forced a smile on her face.
"But you are lovely! You are bount to produce-- IMBECILES!!" Frisk stopped as the woman shouted.
"The gardeners planted white roses when i specificaly asked for red." Frisk tilted her head. Why was it a bad thing. It suited the garden way better than the red ones. It was just a color.
"You could always paint the roses red." Frisk said, not really think. It came kind of naturally to her. The lady of the house looked stunned at her remark.
"What an odd thing to say..Now we were talking about my son. He has an extremly delicate digestion." Suddenly the roses moved. A white tail coming out of them and vanishing as quick as it appeared.
"Did you see that?!" Frisk asked in surprise. A cat and a rabbit? What were the two doing here?? Wait..a cat? Did her cat friend she have at home that would always pop up to cheer her up come all the way here? That was impossible yet..she felt that it was the truth.
"See what?" Frisk pointed at the roses.
"A rabbit and a cat!" The woman next to her looked shocked.
"Ugh! Nasty things...i will enjoy to unleash the dogs on them.." Frisk backed away in surprise. The poor animals! She wouldn't dare...unless..she would. She seemed just as cold blooded as her mother. No surprise in that.
"Now if you don't pay attention to all his nee-" Frisk saw the movement again.
"There they were again!!"
"were what??"
"THE RABBIT AND THE CAT!!" The woman frowned and slappe Frisk. She shut up.
"Don't shout at me you insolent--...Now pay attention...Mark was right...you are easily distracted!" The woman said as she dragged Frisk along in her garden to tell her about Mark who sounded like a child needing a nanny instead of a man needing a wife...Pampering your child like that...Frisk remembered how she made her own toys and would often read and take care of herself. How was this woman expecting to teach her son anything by just giving him everything on a damn silver platter?? Awful parenting if you ask her.
"Now what was i saying?" The woman asked.
"Mark is..." But she saw the movement again and she was sure that was HER cat and...a rabbit in a waistcoat...?? Frisk looked at the woman and apologized as she bolted towards where the two ran off to. She ended up at her aunts table. The two were nowhere to be seen.
"Auntie..i think i'm going mad!! I keep seeing a rabbit in a waistcoat!" The woman scoffed at Frisk as she started speaking with a horse voice. It was clear as day the woman smoked A LOT.
"Can't be bothered now..I am waiting for my Fiancee." Frisk norrowed her eyes as she looked around. No one was paying attention to her aunt..and everyone was totally staying away. The woman was now fanning herself with a fancy paper-fan.
"You have a fiancee..." Frisk said as she followed more movement with her eyes.
"Yes. A prince...but to marry me he has to give up his throne..tragic, isn't it?" Frisk frowned.
"Very..." And she bolted where the movement was going avoiding people the best she could. She was fast and agile. Her father has thought her well. She lost them but found..Louis and..the girl Mark was trying to talk to...they were...making out.
"Louis..?" The two pushed away from each-other.
"Frisk!! We were just...talking..she's a friend.." The girl left as Louis came closer. Frisk backed away. Disgusting..and Margert loved this guy? As if..
"Oh you won't mention this to..Margret..right..?" He asked. Frisk looked down.
"I don't know..i am...confused. A lot is happening--"
"Think about Margret, Frisk...you don't want to ruin her marriage..do you~?" He said as he reached to put a hand on her cheek. She backed away and almost wanted to punch the guy. What an asshole!! He was just going to hit on her like that?! After he was caught cheating by his wife's best friend?! That a new kind of low...
"Me?! But i'm not the one who's sneaking behind her ba--" Someone put a hand on her shoulder and she turned around only to find Mark. Why were people alwys scaring her like that?! And where did he even come from?! She felt like she was going insane. This party was getting worse and worse...Now everyone was gathered around...Mark and Frisk were standing in the pavilion as everyone was watching. Her mother was front row...Mark was abou to kneel when he snapped his fingers. Someone brought him a satin pillow..so he wouldn't dirty his suit. Such a jerk...Momma's little boy. Music started playing as a painter set himself next to the pavilion to paint them. Mark outstretched his hands and Frisk took them...filled with disgust. She was pretty sure he didn't wash those...
"Mark.." He looked confused.
"what?!" he whispered. Frisk pointed at his shoulder.
"There a tiny lizard on your shoulder." Mark looked digust and was about to hurt it.
"Wait don't hurt it!!" She gently picked it up and set it on the barches in the bush next to the pavelion.
"There you go, little one.." Frisk said with a smile. She turned back to Mark and took his hands again. She hated it. They were sweaty...
"Frisk Smith...Will you be my wife?" Frisk could feel her head going miles per hour. Everyone was expectin gher to say yes. Heck he was expecting her to say yes. But why should she? To make others happy? Will this make her happy? She looked at the sea of people and at the smiling Mark on one knee. She didn't know what to do. She just wanted the earth to swallow her up in a hole...Her mother frowned. She was taking a long time and her mother wnated the money more than anything. It's the reason she married her father in the first place. Money seemed to be like a problem solver...but money can't get you everything in life..And the perfect exmaple for that was Mark kneeling in front of her. This will be difficult.
"Well...everyone expects me to...and...you're a Lord." Frisk started saying what she was thinking right on the spot. Mark's smile flattered a bit.
"My face won't last..i don't want to be a burden all my life and..i don't want to end up like.." Frisk looked at her aunt. Auntie was shocked. Her mother's eyes softened. Frisk knew already she was a burden..she knew she was pretty much useless except to her good looks..she was just a tool and a toy...a manequin.
"But..all of this is happening to quickly i.." She said as she retracted her hand. She couldn't do it. She couldn't say yes. The words wouldn't come out. It was just..wrong. Every last reason she had to do it felt...WRONG! She walked on the pavilion a bit, looking at the people. Everyone was watching her. She could hear them whispering 'What is she doing?' 'Is she mad?' 'What a disgrace' 'Poor Miss Smith..having her as a child' 'Only for her pretty looks..'.
"I think i...I need a moment.." She said as she saw the cat and the rabbit both looking at her. The rabbit pulled out a watch as the cat snarled at it and started running towards it. It was indeed her cat friend. She ran out of the pavilion and into the garden levaing everyone confused, worried and angry for not accepting right on the spot. She ran through the branches, the flowers, she ran from her problems, she ran from her worries, her thoughts and most importantly..She ran for answears. Suddenly she arrived at a giant tree, up on the hill behind the Jones's mansion. Next to it stood her cat looking down on a rabbit hole.
"Kitty..? How did you get all the way over here..?" The cat rubbed against her feet as she gently scratched it's ears. She could feel the tears filling her eyes as everything that was happening hit her. She had to marry that jerk and she had nowhere to run. Her cat with white fur and silver fur around it's neck like a lion's mane tried to make her feel better. It's red eyes flickered with sadness as she watched her cry. They licked her tears and booped her nose with their own little pink nose. She smiled.
"Aren't you a good friend..." She wiped her tears and then noticed there was a giant rabbit hole right next to them. She looked down into it. It was dark and she couldn't see the bottom...however something felt familiar about it. The dirt under arms gave in as she went thumbling down inside of it. The light and the image of kitten were getting further and further and she could swear her cat morphed into something almost human like until she heard a voice.
"Don't worry sweetheart, nothing will happen to you...just let yourself fall deeper and deeper...And enjoy the ride. Welcome back."
And she was falling down. Down into Wonderland. Deeper into her madness.
This is Wonderland