User blog:RedNSFW/Jabberwock : What Would You Do? - PrinceLolipop

This is my third answer for a WWYD, any feedback is appreciated. Hope you'll like it :)





''You are traveling through a forest in Wonderland when you hear the sound of something  huge flying your way. Upon looking up you are surprised to find a cheshire cat holding a MASSIVE plush bear - at least three times your height - flying past you, though it abruptly turns around and drops the bear right on top of you. You hear a loud crash as the earth beneath you shakes, and upon scrambling out from underneath the plush bear you're startled when a pair of massive claws - belonging to a gigantic jabberwocky in its true form - casually picking up the stuffed bear as she grumbles to herself. "Come on Mr. Snuggles, let's forget that mean old kitty cat and get back to the cave. You'll be late to the tea party at this . . ."''

''She just spotted you, and to your surprise she shrinks down into a teenage Jabberwock with a huge  blush on its face. "I . . . uh . . . i-it's not my teddy bear - I mean, obviously it's not, it'd be ridiculous for a uh, a teenager to have a teddy bear, it's uh, actually uh . . . m-my little sister's!"''

What Do You Do?





I'm not going to judge her for this, she can live however she wants. Except now I'm nervous at the way she's looking at me. She's probably waiting for me to say something, maybe even something mean. But I have the feeling that the whole situation could degenerate if I even start talking to her.



I turn around and look for the exit once again like the three last times I've done so, when I hear behind me the Jabberwock yelling : « HEY ! Why would you be so rude ! » I stop. I sigh. I don't know if I should answer her or keep walking. The latter option might lead to her rushing to me to get some explainations, which could happen in a not-that-peaceful way, hence this might not be a good idea.



I choose to anwer her question : « What do you want me to do ? To mock you because you still have a teddy bear ? I don't really care about it, and I have better things to do. Have a good day. » I start walking again, and I hear her dashing, and she grabs my arm ; well, in the end the result is the same as the other scenario's expected outcome.



« You still haven't done the Jabberwock test, have you ? » she asks. I turn my head to talk to her and try to convince her to let me go.

« Err, no, sorry, I'm not really interested in staying for your test, I'm looking for the exit right now. If you could please kindly tell me where it is though…

<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">- The test ? It's right here !

<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">- Gah… You misunderstood this on purpose, didn't you ?

<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">- Misunderstood what ? she says smiling.

<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">- The teddy bear part ? »

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<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">She starts looking like she's pouting. I try to keep moving, but I'm held into place by her strong grip- damn, I'll never be able to break free of it as long as she doesn't want to let me go. Then a bad, maybe mean trick comes up to my mind. What if I told her her teddy bear was being dragged away AGAIN ? That might work if she releases me in surprise ; well, I guess I only have to try it out. I already feel sorry for playing with her feelings…

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<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">« Your teddy bear's getting carried away by the Cheshire Cat you were chasing earlier !

<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">- WHAT ?! » She releases my arm, turns around and dashes to check on her teddy, while I do the same in the opposite direction. In a split-second, I hear her flapping her wings and drifting. Well, I guess I'm lost now, am I not ?

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<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">She jumps towards me, catches me on the fly wrapping her arms around me, flips in mid-air and crashes on her back on the ground. She's panting ; either the effort she's made was really intense, or… I don't want to think about it, but I'll probably need to admit it real soon.

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<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">« Are you alright ? Also maybe you should let me go off you, I'm sure I'm weighing you down.

<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">- No, it's fine » she says, holding me even tighter than before.

<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">« Errr… I've fooled you, did I complete your test ? Can I go home now ?

<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">- Yes, you've passed my test, but for other reasons… Now I'll see if you can cuddle me better than Mr. Snuggles… »

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<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">One hour later, she's become my wife, and I'm attending the tea party she was so eager to participate to. The tea out there sure tastes really good, but it seems to have unexpected effects (or not)… I'm still not sure how I'll handle everyday life in Wonderland, but one thing's for sure, she will always be there for me.