Chapter Text
Ah… My dear beloved
A lovely and noble flower of evil
Truly, you are the most beautiful of all
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who is the…
We are the ones of the distortion
Of so few of a millenia
And petty is the heart of thy
My children of the Deep Dark Wood
For thou a new era amongst thy
Of two houses met in one
One of soul,
The other of fire,
One of the hearth
The other of callous skin
For these two houses
Well bring a blot
One so cold
No magic can conquer
And may the benevolent
God of all that is righteous
And one of my heart
Bestow upon thee a blessing
Amongst this blessing
Do not fear the tide
Oh, travellers of beyond
And may thy spark
Be full
And may thy warmth thaw this dark blue sea
These pricked thorns
The scorch of the sun and of the sand
And may you never see the ugliness
Of which lies within
And if thy heart runs cold
May this carriage carry your body
In to a ground
Where only thy may see
The World above
So hear thee cries
And heed thee warning
For nothing as twisted
May be as fair
May you never fear the silence
Of the world that calls to thee
Oh, great traveller
Look into thine mirror
And tell me
What is thy heart’s desire?
For those guided by the dark mirror
As long as your heart desires,
Take the hand that appears in the mirror
For me.
For them.
For you.
We are ALL
running out of
Time
No matter what,
Never let go of our hand.
For thou may never return
From what lies beyond the mirror
May God Blessed you
And may light bring
You
Home
Amen y Amen
And
“Ready?”
“As I’ll ever be…”
“We don’t have much of a choice.”
“Then let’s go…”
Dreams
By: Kitt, Vivi, Rex
Prologue:
Welcome to A Villains’ World
Chapter 1:
Wonderful
(Evangeline’s Pov)
You would think since it’s a Tuesday, the week would pick up, right? Most say the second or third day of the week is when time starts flying past, but today, oddly enough, wasn’t like that at all. I wondered why, probably because I was doomscrolling on my phone, 2 hours and 20 minutes past my normal sleeping schedule, because 10:30 is so unreasonable.
I grumble as I push my small plushies, my turtle plushie (I call my son) Torti, Jax, and my huge elephant I have dubbed Gerald, aside as I slide off my bed. My eyes were burning, my body hot, and my back aching. “Ah, great, starting off Tuesday with a great start.” I thought as I stumbled out of the room I shared with my Abuela. I walked past the door and entered the room right by the front door. I have to squint to make sure I don’t bump into my cousin’s high shelf or the bedpost as I walk over to the small desk. “This is so tiring. It feels like I’m on a repetitive loop or in a scene of Groundhog Day. At least, I get to see Veve and Olive. Hmm… thinking of it, I probably should start thinking about what happens next for The Memoir of Mirth Kindle… or should it be retitled as La La Despair? Ugh, I’ll decide when I get to 1st period. Wait, what was due today? No, no, nothing's due today, TOMORROW is when my notes for AP Environmental are due, as well as those stupid FRQs too. Those are so annoying!” I thought as I finished getting dressed, throughout my distracted thought process. I went over to the small desk again to get my Chromebook and put it in my backpack.
I slung it over my shoulder and dumped it onto the couch next to my little sister, who was distracted on her phone. Probably watching some Alastor edit. I walked into the kitchen, then into the hallway to my parents' room. My mom is nowhere to be found. Most likely starting up the car so it can warm up and start up. I do my hair, being careful to be silent since my dad sleeps on the bed. I put my hair up in a bun and put on my hair claw. Once I am finished, I brush my teeth, wash my face, and then go into my abuela’s room and retrieve my earbuds and my phone. “Put them in the pocket or else you forget about them.” I thought as I put them both into my back pocket. I stare at my bed, looking at Torti and sigh. “Vente, bebé. Ir a la escuela.” I muttered as I picked up the soft green shelled creature into my arms and kissed the top of his head. As I exit the room, I hear my mom yell, “Hurry up! We’re gonna be late!” My mom yelled from outside. I roll my eyes. “It’s 6:30 am, school doesn’t open till 7:50. We are mostly in a parking lot for at least an hour and 20.” I thought as I went and got my backpack and walked out the door to the cold air. This was going to be a long drive to school
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On the drive to school, I was once again doomscrolling on my phone, watching some storytime video about a guy named Marcus leaving his girlfriend because he found she only wanted him when she was losing him. How do people even come up with this stuff? Is it real or fake? God knows, but it’s good entertainment nonetheless. “So, have you thought about what you want to do for your birthday?” My mother asked, and I paused. Did I know what I wanted to do? Not really, haven’t given much thought to it now that I think back on it. I shrugged, “Dunno. I guess go to San Antonio, go out to eat at Olive Garden or Texas Roadhouse. Go to the mall as well. Whatever you want to do since your birthday is around the same week as mine.” I’m not sure what I wanted. Either way, nothing fun happens, just an occasional routine.
My mom hums. “I want to go to Chama Gaúcha,” She says with a smile. I nod, not really interested. “Sure, we can go there too. As long as we get Tiramisu, I’m fine with whatever,” I say with a shrug. I look at my phone, seeing an announcement for Twisted Wonderland come out. My eyes widened in shock, “New silhouettes and for RSA?! I wonder if Victoria knows,” I thought to myself as I tapped my screen twice. A thought came into my head. An unusual one. It had occurred to me in varying forms, each one a different universe never meant to be put down; what if…
What if Victoria , Olivia, and I were in Twisted Wonderland?
Now that’s an idea made to be put down on paper. At least a little passion project to keep me from getting bored. I could collaborate with them on this idea. I won’t let this die in my head. This will be a story. I will finish it, and maybe just possibly. I can finish it instead of putting it to the side.
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I rush through the crowds of people in the halls trying to get to the library. “Move people! Why is there always damn traffic in the halls! People are brushing against my shoulder! I HATE THIS!” I thought as I squeezed through another wave of people to pass the bulldog statue to get to the open hall in the 100 wing. I try my best to politely pass people, not caring who is kissing their teeth in annoyance as I block their path as I drift out of the crowd and jog my way to the 200 wing. “Fucking finally…” I muttered as I walked along the wall to my 5th period class: AP Environmental Science.
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As I walked down the clearing hall, I entered the vacant classroom. I look around to the plants on the back shelf to the room, the screen at the front, the lab tables to the back, and the teacher’s desk in the far right corner. I walked over to my desk and gently slipped my backpack off my shoulder and walked to the back, heading for the fish tank. I lean over to look inside the makeshift enclosure, my eyes scanning over the dirt and rocks, as well as the small sprouts growing in the middle of the tank. Finally, I spotted the blue and pink lizard, Geicko the Gecko. He was breathing slowly, you can barely tell. I smile softly. “Hey little guy… Good afternoon… you’ve been well?” I asked softly as I watched him. He blinks at me and I smile. “That’s good…” I muttered as I walked back to my desk to sit down. After a few seconds, I saw Mrs. M walked in with an upbeat smile, sparkling eyes, and bouncy hair. “Good morning, Evangeline. How’s the story coming along? Any new chapters?” She asked me and I smiled. Mrs. M was an amazing teacher: smart, funny, and you can tell she loved her job and interacting with other students. “It’s been going strong so far, I just finished chapter 16. I'm going to proofread everything before continuing.” I said as I opened my computer and logged in. “That’s good. Mir is still in the games?” She asked me and I nodded. “Yeah, he is, but the even chapters give the action a break before moving back into the main story.” I said as I opened my google docs to The Memoir of Mirth Kindle. Mrs. M hums. “That’s good. Give the reader a little break before the action continues. What are the even chapters?” She asked me. “I use poems for the even chapters. To either express what happens in the next chapter, a character’s turmoil, or lore for the world.” I said as I scrolled all the way up to the prologue and looked it over. “Really? That’s impressive. That’s an interesting way to keep the audience engaged.” She said looking over at my screen. I nodded as my fingers flew across the keyboard, adjusting and correcting what I could. Soon more students piled in, I looked up and saw Olivia walk in and I smiled. She smiles back. “Hey, Eve.“ She said to me and I waved as she sat beside me and by the door. A few more minutes pass by and a girl with red peekaboo hair with her hands in her pockets walks to her seat and takes off her bag. “Hey, Victoria .“ Olivia waved. “Hey.” Victoria waved back and reached down into her bag and got out those god forsaken Fugglers. It was the black with 3 eyes with a black batman necklace and a rolled up paper blunt. Why does she bring them? Because they look funny and cute, even if a little unsettling. I pulled out Torti and placed him beside my computer as I type, knowing damn well Victoria is on the doc watching the story being written live (I SEE YOU Victoria !). “Yes, I am. Fucking keep writing!” She demanded and I typed out that exact sentence while I held back a laugh. “I swear if you write the exact thing I said onto here. You’re not gonna write the whole period, right?” She said and I smiled evilly, but I digress. I keep on typing until Mrs. M called for our attention for today’s lesson.
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After the lesson, I was still typing like the story wizard I am as Olivia was typing the fight that happened in the morning in the chat. My eyes look back to the chat, then to my google doc. “It won’t fit.” She said and I glanced up and I stared for a hot second. Victoria , this fun absolute kind soul of a 16 year old girl, had a black crayon in a pencil sharpener. What the actual fuck. Never a dull day within the APES class. She was holding back a laugh and put my face in my hands trying to have a giggle fit as Olivia continued to tell us about the fight.
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V, Olive, and I were walking home. They were in front of me while I was behind them scrolling on my phone. V was once again explaining the lore of Twisted Wonderland to our 18 year old friend. “It’s Disney Harry Potter but gayer.” She said in a matter of fact tone. “So most are twinks and the others are twunks?“ She asked and V nodded. “Yes, Riddle is definitely a twinkasaurus.” V said with a nod as if that statement was fact (which it was, but I digress). I looked up at them in disbelief and I couldn’t help, but laugh. Not because it was accurate, but it was funny and unexpected.
We continued walking down the sidewalk, V is still explaining the lore of Twisted Wonderland to a very confused Olive, but they’re slowly starting to grasp it. That means the Twisted Wonderland propaganda is spreading which is a good thing. We stopped by a stoplight. V was spamming the walk bottom. Olive and I just stared at her. “Victoria , it’s about to turn red. Why are you doing that?“ Olive asked, watching as Victoria aggressively spammed the button. “It’lll make it go faster! C’mon! Turn red already!” V said as the spamming got even more aggressive. “I don’t think that’s how it works.” I said, my brows furrowed in concern looking at the stoplight then at V. “I’lll make it work goddamnit!” V said, slamming her palm into it and as if like magic, the light turned red. “Haha! Finally!” V cheered excitedly and ran off into the street. “V , don’t run off without looking!“ Olive called out as she followed after her. I looked at them and held Torti closer. I look both ways before following after. “Olivia! V! Wait up!” I called out to them. I looked to the left and right; making sure no cars were coming as I did my best to catch up to them.