WHAT TIME IS IT?!

Story time, that's what it is. So my little readers, do you remember where we last left off, hm? Oh yes, someone has entered the hole... Okay, it's not as bad as it sounds. Anyway, we last left Alfred F. Jones descending down the rabbit hole in the forest while searching for his beloved _____. Now this is the part where I tell you if he lived or dies (Mwahahahahaha~).

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"---aaaAAAAAHHHH!!!" he screamed, but stopped with an 'ooomf' as his body made contact with solid ground. After taking a moment to recover from his fall, Alfred picked himself up and dusted off his clothes (again; hygiene is very important kids). His blue eyes scanned his surroundings and found that the rabbit hole was made with more than just dirt and rocks (it was candy). No. The floor was made out of checkered-pattern linoleum, there were doors that were not attached or could have possibly led to anything/where particular, and a hallway that seems to twist as it goes further (like those twisted bagel thingies mmmm~).

"Whoa.... Where the hell am I?" Alfred asked out loud. He began to walk down the hallway slowly, taking a good look around. Passing by a mirror, Alfred's reflection was upside-down. "WHOA!" And like any other person, he swayed back and forth to see if the reflection would change. "THAT'S SO COOL!!! NAHAHAHAHA!!!!" he laughed obnoxiously. While he was doing that, his reflection walked away (you read right).

_____ would love this place Alfred thought (no she wouldn't). I should probably get out of this place if I want to find her. And so he continued walking. You would think that he would walk back from where he came, but where was the fun in that. You have to go forward to go back (Alfy-logic).

As he walked in further, everything was starting to get smaller. Or was he getting bigger? Any who, things were getting a bit tight. So tight, that Alfred had to get on his hands and knees and start crawling.

"What is with this place? Man, I should really lay off the Big Macs (Words with no promise in them, I'm sure)." Just when things couldn't get any tighter, he came... um, to a small wooden door (I couldn't help myself). Alfred grabbed the tiny knob and gave it a twist, but it wouldn't budge. "Com' on. Open you stupid door." But alas, it wouldn't open.

Alfred looked around to see if he could find a key and noticed a table covered in a silky purple table cloth and a box on top of it. "Was that there before?" he asked, not recalling seeing the table and box in the first place. He opened the box and found an unopened bottle inside. The tag on it read, "Eat Me" on it. Alfred though it was strange. Don't you normally drink out of bottles?

Defying the bottles command, Alfred took the elixir, sniffed it to make sure it was not poison, and took a sip. However, he started to gag and began spitting whatever he had put into his mouth. "AH YUCK! Definitely NOT cola!"

While he was spitting raspberries, Alfred was beginning to shrink and now was just a little bigger than the door. "Cool! I can almost get through. Maybe just a little more..." Alfred dipped his tongue in the bottle, trying not to recoil too much from its foul taste. What he didn't expect was that he shrunk down too fast and was too small to even hold the bottle anymore. Instead, the bottle spilled over and the liquid inside washed Alfred away, underneath the door.

Being the small size that he was, the spill created an ocean of epic proportions (haha see what I did there). Alfred nearly drowned. But he didn't (so don't panic). He washed up onto a random shore where he laid there for a little while. Once he regained consciousness, he picked him self up and took a look at his surroundings.

"What. The. Hell." Alfred was standing on a beach surrounded by nothing other than the ocean, gloomy skies, and a forest up ahead. Well, no other way than forward, right? Right! So Alfred moved toward the odd forest, only to be consumed more or less by shadows and patches of light. There was nothing to be afraid of. He was the Hero, of course, and the Hero wasn't afraid of anything. Especially not viscous, flesh-eating, gruesome-looking.... fluffy monsters. NO! THE HERO IS AFRAID OF NOTHING.

"I'm not afraid. I'm not afraid. I'm not afraid. I'm not.... AAAAAHHHHH!!!!!" He heard some leaves rustling in the trees and bushes and obviously freaked out (didn't see that coming either, did ya?). Alfred took cover in a hollow log, shaking like he would when watching a horror film. Sooner or later, he had to come out of hiding. Alfred peeked his head out and scanned the area. He didn't see anything in particular, except a... curl? Bouncing behind that bushes? Oh wait, there were 2 of them.

"W-w-whose out t-there?" Alfred half shouted. Then 2 figures leaped out from there hiding place and stood right in front of Alfred's hideout. "AAAAHHHH!!!!" (Oh geez...)