As they approached the Mad Hatter's table, set beneath a canopy of twisted trees, the horror of this Wonderland truly began to dawn. The Hatter, a skeletal figure with wild, matted hair and vacant eyes, poured tea from a cracked and stained teapot into mismatched, chipped cups. The March Hare, a twitching, feverish creature, gnawed on a bone. "Welcome, Alice," the Hatter rasped, his voice barely a whisper. "Welcome to my madness." Alexa beamed. "I love madness!" Bray Wyatt placed a hand on her shoulder, his grip surprisingly gentle. "Then you've come to the right place, little Alice. For here, in Wonderland, the only limit is your imagination... and the darkness in your heart."
The tea party was a descent into madness, a grotesque ballet of broken minds and shattered realities. But for Alexa Bliss, and perhaps even for Bray Wyatt, it was just the beginning. Their twisted Wonderland adventure was only just unfolding, a nightmarish fairytale written in shadows and fueled by fear. And they were the authors, ready to pen the next terrifying chapter. The buzzards would be circling for a long time to come.
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The flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows across the checkered floor of the Firefly Fun House. Bray Wyatt, his face obscured by the eerie glow, chuckled softly. "Alexa, my dear, tonight...we embark on a journey." Alexa Bliss, perched on Huskus the Pig Boy's oversized lap, tilted her head, her eyes sparkling with a dangerous curiosity. "A journey? Where to, Bray?" He unfurled a tattered map, its edges singed and stained. "A land of wonder, a realm of madness...a place called Wonderland." Alexa's giggle echoed through the Fun House.
"Wonderland? But that's just a story!" "Isn't everything?" Bray whispered, his voice laced with a chilling truth. He produced a small, antique-looking bottle filled with a swirling, iridescent liquid. "Drink, my child. Trust in the Eater of Worlds. This will be your looking glass." Hesitantly, Alexa took the bottle, the liquid glowing in her hands. She glanced at Bray, a sliver of doubt flickering in her eyes.
But the playful, yet menacing gleam in his made her decision. She uncorked the bottle and swallowed the concoction in one gulp. The world swam. Colors exploded in her vision, the familiar faces of Mercy the Buzzard, Ramblin' Rabbit, and Huskus the Pig Boy melting into grotesque, swirling caricatures. She felt herself shrinking, the furniture of the Fun House towering above her like grotesque skyscrapers. Then, darkness.
