Emily and Sierra and their Many Worlds of Terror

The two girls had been slowly falling in the air for what felt like an hour now. Accompanying them on the way down were random objects, which seemed like they were destined to almost hit them in their heads and knock them out.

“When are we supposed to land?” Sierra pondered at the older girl with confusion laced in her voice.

“Oh, I don’t know, how about I look at my imaginary watch?” Emily uttered sarcastically, peering down at her wrist where there was nothing actually there. “Oh, it looks like about five min—“

She hit the ground with a huge thud, Sierra dropping right beside her.

“Ouch!” the other girl moaned loudly as she stood up. She returned to her normal self much quicker than Emily, who was still laying sprawled out on the ground below them. Looking around she noticed someone was missing from the equation. “Where did that rabbit go?”

Suddenly a flash of white appeared in the corner of Emily’s, who had finally picked herself up, vision. “That way,” she yelled at the top of her lungs pointing towards a brown door with a golden knob. “He went through the door that just magically appeared!”

The two girls scattered towards the strange door in front of them. However, once they get to it, the door appeared to be too small for either of them to go through.

“Um,” Sierra exhaled, being the first of the friends to break the disappointed silence that hung in the air. “We’re definitely too big to fit. Oh, and it’s probably locked anyway.”

Emily was about to agree until she turned around and spotted a table with a key and a random bottle on top of it that had a label which read “Drink Me”. She walked over to the table and picked the little bottle up. “Hey Sisi, I think we should drink this and there’s what I’m guessing is the key to the door right beside it!”

Sierra looked tentatively at the bottle in Emily’s hand, then shrugged. “Well… okay! As long as it isn’t labeled poison!” She grabbed the bottle and key from her friend’s hand and drank a little.

“Well, it doesn’t say it’s poison,” the eldest of the two said and took the last swig for herself.

The duo instantly started shrinking in size. Sierra ran over to the door with the key in hand and unlocked it. She slowly turned the knob and revealed the world that was behind it.

Emily peered over her friend’s shoulder. “Oh… this place has some pretty flowers!” she exclaimed excitedly. The flowers were more like trees to them, seeing as they were shrunken versions of themselves.

“I guess…” Sierra said slowly. “Actually, this place seems a little bit off to me.”

Emily looked the place over again and shrugged. “It’s probably because we’re so small; things are bound to appear different!”

“That could be true,” the youngest replied, then remembered a certain ball of white fluff. “Let’s find that damn rabbit now! I want to steal his watch.”

The two girls giggled and began searching for the pesky lagomorph. Instead of finding the rabbit, though, there was dinner table centered in the middle of the forest of flowers. On top of it were many cups of tea.

“TEA!!” Sierra said excitedly and ran over. She was a diehard fan of tea. Actually both of the girls were. They had their own club strictly devoted to the drink.

Emily walked over to the table and grabbed a cup to herself that was located nearest to a corner of the table. “I haven’t had any of this stuff in soooo long.” That was actually an exaggeration, she had just had it with her and Sierra’s dinner that night.

Suddenly a cup spiraled wickedly fast towards them. “DUCK IN COVER!” Sierra screamed, shielding herself with a saucer and scrambling under the table. Emily merely jumped out of the way.

“There is no room here!” the March Hare screamed matter-of-factly.

“LIAR!” Sierra screamed back at him. “There are plenty of empty seats, see?” She sat down at an empty seat near to where she was standing. Emily agreed and sat down at one across from her friend.

“Of course there is!” the hare exclaimed. “Now would you like some wine with your tea?”

“Eww, no! Who drinks wine with tea?” Sierra questioned with a disgusted look on her face.

The March Hare began laughing hysterically. “It doesn’t matter anyway, there is none!”

The older girl was now outraged. “So he lied again,” she fumed.
“He keeps LYING,” Sierra screamed. “Why don’t you just mean what you say?” The girl picked up a cup and threw it at the hare.

Out of nowhere, The Mad Hatter appeared, sipping on a cup of tea himself. “Why don’t YOU mean what you say?” he pondered.

Emily raised an eyebrow. “Doesn’t that mean the same thing?”
“I don’t think so?” Sierra questioned, feeling overwhelmingly confused. “Anyway, I do say what I mean and mean what I say!”

“What do you mean, exactly?” The hatter questioned Sierra.

“Meaning what you say and saying what you mean sounds the same to me I mean!” Emily whispered. She was exasperated at this point. “And she means what she says,” she said, defending her friend. Then she got a blank look on her face. “But… what are you saying?”

Sierra blinked. “That I mean what I say and that I say what I mean. That's what I mean and that’s what I'm saying.”

Emily snapped her fingers. “Oh okay! I get what you’re saying.”

The Mad Hatter scratched his chin in wonder for a while. “So, if you mean what you say then you two should tell me this...why is a raven like a writing desk?”

The two girls looked at each other and then back at the hatter with blankness sketched upon their faces. “I have no idea… do you Sierra?” Emily asked her friend.

Sierra shook her head. “Why is a raven like a writing desk?”

The Mad Hatter threw his hands on his head. “Such a shame! I have no idea myself; that’s why I was asking!”

“Why would you ask us that,” Emily asked, furrowing her eyebrows.

“I thought you would know!” The Mad Hatter replied. “Oh, I have an idea!” He opened the lid to the sugar bowl that was in the middle of the table and revealed a little sleeping mouse. Let’s ask the dormouse. “

“But he’s fast asleep!” Emily shouted with concern in her voice for the rodent.

“Then we shall wake him.” The Hatter said. “Right Hare?”

“Of course,” March concurred, while walking over to the mouse. He pinched the mouse awake, causing the little thing to jump up in surprise.”

“How cute,” Emily squealed as she had an awe moment.

“I know,” Sierra said, reaching over the table to touch it.

“MOVE DOWN!” The Mad Hatter shouted before Sierra got a chance to pet the mouse. “I need a clean cup!” He then proceeded to push Sierra out of the way and took her place in the chair.

“But your cup isn’t even empty! Plus, I didn’t even get to drink mine!” Emily shouted, but moved down nevertheless. “You’re very rude, Hatter.”

“Well, I did say that I wanted a clean cup, didn’t I?”

Sierra shook her head at him in disbelief. “You didn’t even get a clean cup! You got my cup!”

The March Hare just took his new seat and handed Sierra a cup. “Oh well, have some more tea.”

Sierra leaned over to her friend and whispered, “I think they put something in the tea.”

“OF COURSE WE PUT SOMETHING IN THE TEA.” Hatter shouted as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “If we put nothing in the tea then it wouldn’t be tea… it would be nothing!”

“Well nothing is something,” Emily stated. “But that something isn’t tea! So did you put something besides tea into the tea?”

The Mad Hatter was dumbstruck. “…Have some more tea!”

There was silence for a long while before another voice could be heard coming towards the table. “I’m late, I’m late!”

The ball of fur jumped up and landed on Sierra’s face. Then just as quickly as it did so, it jumped away.

“IT’S THE RABBIT!” Emily screamed.