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DAY 04: Through The Eyes of Madness (Harper/ Alice Madness Returns)

A new perspective of the truth though the unorthodox.

content warning. wowza. gaslighting, hypnotism, implied past noncon and prostitution, once again its... Pc has been with a number of people but Harper is the focus here. Reader is called some unsavory names regarding their sanity. dubcon, somewhat?

“Now, now.” The doctor sighed as you tried to ignore him. Always probing, always questioning, never letting you sleep or rest.”How can I help you if you won’t let yourself be helped? Maybe you want to stay sick, is that it?”

“Ignore him.” A flat, bored voice murmured. “This isn’t so fantastical, is it, little loon?”

“Stupid caterpillar.”

“What was that?” Harper looked up from his clipboard.

You didn’t say anything, just shut your eyes and hugged your torso tighter.

“If only you listened to me, y’know.” The voice grew snide. “You’d be saving the world, ten minutes at a time.”

“Shut up.” You whispered. “Shut up, shut up, shut up.”

Harper shook his head, and set his clipboard aside.

“Your mental state keeps getting worse, doesn’t it? I only wish to help you, yknow. I’ll be giving you new prescription pills, which you will take before dinner. Incidentally,” Harper’s voice grew chilly. “You will be having your meal in your room.”

You ground your teeth together as the doctor stood, checking the buckles of the jacket you were kept in before giving his door two knocks, the sign to have you led away to your room. Harper watched you shake as the guard precariously double checked your restraints, keeping out of biting range from you, obviously used to dealing with you.

“Easy as a kitten with me, and rabid as a dog with others.” He mused quietly to himself as you were led away finally, before noting the time on his notes.

You were the only one who had daily sessions with the doctor. The nurses would chastise you, for spurning his generous help when the other patients barely got one session a week. Grimacing as they plugged your nose to make you swallow down the pills, chalky on your tongue, before allowing you the gasp of air your lungs burned for.

“Not the first time either. Swallower or spitter? Pleaser or Quitter?” A warm voice laughed and as the nurses wiped their hands clean of spit, you felt your world quiver.

You didn’t know if… You were in a little cottage, on the edge of the estate, or sitting with a man, with ears and a tail and nefarious eyes and a warm smile. Sitting on a tree stump as you spat out the drink he pressed into your hand.

“Spitter? Quite the viper you are.” The cat smiled, blond hair curling against his face.

“What was that?”

“Makes you shrink, I think. Or grow.” The cat leaned back on the log, so far that he should have fallen over, but he didn’t. “Maybe it’s something of myself and I think it would look best smeared across your face.”

You crinkled your nose. The Cheshire Cat laughs, with his easy grin and offers you another round of cards.

“One more round of cards. I wanna see if you win my matches or I win your underwear.”

“I don’t think the pills are doing me any good.” You whispered hoarsely to the white rabbit and he checked his watch and twitched his tail.

“They help you remember, y’know. In their own way. And what you remember, then you can make a decision.” Hare wrinkled his nose and tucked his watch back into his jacket. “Can’t stay mad forever, little one.”

“I’m not mad!” You stomped your foot in anger. Childish, you could admit, but if everyone else was going to be, so could you.

The white hare just gave you an inscrutable smile and beckoned you closer, red staining the white fur of his tail and ears.

“Then hurry and prove it. Mad for a minute, mad for a millenia, mad for too long, and madness makes you march into the madhouse with me.” He whispered, quoting the Hatter you ran away from, who threw his tea cups at you as his compatriots laughed and clapped.

“Shut up!” You shouted again and turned sharply on your heel, not willing to believe any whispers from the White Hare’s mouth.

“Remember or not, you’re marked as mad! Stay and lay in our loony love for another other, not leave and lie and cry!”

Harper smiled at you, chin resting on the palm of his hand, content in just watching you at times. He made another mark in his notes and leaned back.

“You know, you are quite fascinating. Bouncing between believing you are sane and then going off into your own world. Honestly, wouldn’t you be happier right here, where you can be kept an eye on, safe and secure. I can’t actually let someone like you be let out on those streets, can I?”

“Your only use is on those streets.” The caterpillar sighed, running the pipe over his bottom lip, lounging carelessly on his pile of slowly quivering bodies, faceless and strangely bare, missing genitals and nipples and holes. “You are not much use otherwise.”

He exhaled into your face, making you cough and splutter, waving the smoke cloud away.

“But I was told you could help!” You glared at him, resting upon his mound, with chestnut hair delicately framing his handsome face.

“I can help.” The caterpillar pulled on his pipe, lazy eyes trained on your flushed face. “But are you desperate enough to take my help?”

You looked around, your Wonderland falling to pieces as you stood, arguing with him. Blood dripped from the clouds, the blue of the sky had long since gone grey and no one was as you remembered. The Queen had already ruined you, so why not…

“Fine.”

The Caterpillar smiled and motioned for you to step forward. You glanced at the slowly moving pile of bodies, shivering and supporting his weight before taking a deep breath. One step and you were already sinking, sinking into the squirming bodies, entrapped in their heat as your clothes dissolved.

It hurt.

“Why do you focus on your first meeting with Briar?” Harper asked and you were ripped from the daydream.

“What?”

“Briar.” Harper leaned back in his chair, somehow closer than he was before you zoned out. “He gave you fair employment, did he not?”

“He let us be abused.” You whispered.

“You were the one asking for it.” Harper smiled, patronisingly. “Your poor body, craving such touches but you need to have someone to blame for the way you turned out, hm? So, who do you blame, when you’re not blaming your employer, or the brothel you walked into willingly for money?”

“I didn’t!”

“You don’t?”

“I didn’t!”

“Liar!” The Queen stood up, cold eyes glaring into yours. “You took it!”

“I didn’t take anything!”

The Queen glared as he held a ruined pile of notes, the insides dripping out all gooey and disgusting.

“Liar!” He snarled again, before walking down the stairs from his throne, orphans scattering as he made his way down.

“They were mine to begin with!” You curled your hands into fists, stomping your foot. “I don’t owe you any fruit tarts.”

The skittering frog servants shuddered in terror as the Queen of Hearts finally was face to face with you, towering and hands dripping red from the fruit tarts and the beatings he would administer to his attendees.

“So, upon this morning, you cannot hand me what I am owed?”

You only stared up in defiance, chin jutting out as Robin held the money you gave him, horror etched on his face as he realised the situation he had put you in, by asking for help.

“Fine.” Bailey sneered, tucking your money into his pocket. “I shall hand you over to the knave.”

“Your caretaker looks after all of you.” Harper shook his head, as if disappointed. “Bailey is the most generous provider in the entire town. He looked after you when no one else did.”

“He didn’t.” You couldn’t help it, feeling your chin wobbly and tears beginning to drip down your face. “He makes us pay back our debts, or he won’t let us finally leave. He makes us resort to sex work-”

“Nonsense.” Harper murmured, running a hand over your knee before pulling you into his lap, wiping away the tears. “If any of the other orphans were led into that work, it was because of you. This is your guilt speaking. You cannot blame Bailey.”

Harper continued to wipe at your face, big clumsy hands gentle against your bruises. The Knave towered above you, exhaling slowly.

“Please, I need to get back home-”

The Knave shushed you, his gentle look dropping into an annoyed one.

“Eden, please, let me return to town for a bit-”

“I said no.” The Knave scowled, tightening his grip around your throat. “The Queen gave you to me. You’re mine now.”

You just shivered, feeling something thick drip out of you and onto the floorboards as Eden continued to look you over, pulling his zipper back down.

“We are safe here. No Queen coming to hurt you.” The Knave rumbled, annoyed you weren’t pleased with the safe haven he provided. For the first time since falling back into Wonderland, you wondered if you found someone who was willingly more in denial than you had been. No one was safe down here, everyone was mad.

“There is no man in the woods.” Harper whispered, shaking his head as his fingers skimmed over your thighs.

“He’ll come to get me.” You sniffed, his touch making the hair at the back of your neck stand up. “He doesn’t like when I’m away.”

Harper gave a soft chuckle, adjusting so his clothed cock jutted against the back of your thigh.

“If you’re entertaining such thoughts about leaving, I’m going to have to keep you locked up in your room again.”

“You can’t keep me in here!” You hit the door repeatedly of the strange room the Hatter had thrown you in, giggling. “Let me out!”

The key jiggled in the lock and the door was flung open, the Mad Hatter grinning down at you, a rat scrabbling to keep its tiny claws in his weathered jacket.

“We just wanted to make the tea party perfect for you!”

Without warning, the Hatter grabbed your waist and flung you over his shoulder, carrying you down, out of the strange shoe house, to the messily arranged tea party table on the withered grass.

Some tea cups lay shattered on the table, others simply chipped, strangely goopy little cakes clumsily arranged in piles and on shattered plates clumsily pushed back together. The mad hatter deposited you into a chair missing a leg, giggling as you tilted alarmingly. His greasy ginger hair clung to his face, his manic wide eyes boring into yours as he ruthlessly fucked into you, your finger nails scrabbling at the sewer bricks before he pulled away and flung himself into his chair, tossing aside ruined tea cups to find one to pour your steaming tea into.

You could only now notice your two other tea party companions, a shivering twitchy hare, more mousey than the White one, with longer ears, bitten and with tufts of fur missing. Next to you, a snoozing dormouse rested on an ancient camera, drooling while a tuft of grass was stuck in the corner of his mouth. His ears twitched, pieces of metal embedded in the soft fur.

“Hare!” The hatter smacked the table, causing the entire thing to shake and nearly collapse, startling the mouse awake and the March Hare fell out of his chair, his rabbit-y feet sticking up in the air as he squealed.

His deep green eyes desperately stared into yours, black hair sticking to his damp forehead as he jerked his cock next to you in class, deaf to Mister Doren’s lecture as cum dribbled from his cockhead, and the March Hare stumbled to his feet before planting his tailed rump back into his seat.

“No staring at the guests, its unfathomably fucking rude!” The Hatter shouted and the Hare kicked the table, collapsing it completely on one hand, while grabbing at his ears, pretending to not be able to hear him.

The mouse blinked, sleepy, and looked at you, lost in all the indignant shouting and bickering, cool eyes surveying you over his camera, the hay sticking to your form, as Niki ordered you to spread your legs more for the camera, Remy watching close, eyes brimming with lust, and just picked up a piece of crumbly cake off the grass, cramming it into his mouth.

“Sleepy bastard. Bitty and bitey and boring.” Hatter finally stopped beating manners into the Hare, dangling him from his torn ears before dropping him onto the collapsed table, making the smaller boy yelp in pain and clutch his ass, where shards of shattered china had stabbed him.

The hatter fussed over the blearily blinking dormouse, who just tucked his chin on his folded up knees before giving up trying to get comfortable and grabbing your thighs, tugging them apart hastily, a flush covering the doctor’s neck.

“It seems you truly are too sick to be allowed back out.” Harper murmured, pawing over the plain underwear the asylum gifted its patients, fingertips already trying to press into your hole. “You need the proper therapy to make you comfortable, then we can work on reversing these strange lies you cling to, to negate your own agency in your poor choices.”

You finally stopped falling into the strange daze you slipped into every few seconds from the pills, dread rushing to your stomach.

“N-No, stop!”

Harper froze up momentarily before sighing and pinning you down to the cold floor, wrestling pills out of his pocket to force down your throat, thin fingers pinching your nose as his other hand curled into your mouth.

“Normally,” The doctor panted, fingers shoving the pills to the back of your throat before pulling them out and clamping your mouth shut. “I’d be quite lovely to you. Let you take your time. But you, you tease, have made my patience run thin.”

You could feel the pills slowly going down, slow and heavy in your gullet, and tears began to spring to your eyes, only to be wiped away by a bloodied handkerchief, the White Rabbit cooing at you.

“Nasty fall there, little loony loon. What would your parents say about going down a rabbit hole, hm? Quite impossible.”

You let him dab the tears of pain away, his own floppy ears accidentally tickling your chin as he turned, tucking the handkerchief away.

“I think you ripped your clothes falling too.” The Rabbit blinked at your white garments before fiddling with the buttons.

“What are you-”

“Well, you can’t very well walk around in ruined clothes.”

“But I can’t very well walk around naked!”

The Rabbit smiled, smiled wide as you blinked slowly up at him. Harper continued to pull your asylum clothes off, bearing your flesh to the world as his breathing grew heavier.

“Stay in your little Wonderland a bit more, just for me. Stay in your head and you can stay here, pretty thing, and I can keep you close.”

“But my parents will be wondering where I am.” You let the Rabbit push you down, the withered, white grass gone, your knees hitting blood spattered brick.

“You don’t have any parents, little loon.” The White Rabbit smiled lovingly at you, now pulling the socks off your feet, thumbs running over your ankles. “But you would like someone to worry about you, no? Someone to worry and wonder about you, hm? Stay and see how many rabbit holes you’d climb down with me.”

The Rabbit turned your bare form over on your stomach, pawing at you as you shivered, as if trying to keep you warm with his touch. His nose pressed against the back of your neck, whiskers tickling you as his hair danced across your skin, Harper rubbing his cheek against yours with his eyes closed. Your knees already felt sore from being on the cool tile for this long, his fingers running across your bare skin greedily.

“I’ll treat you so nicely, wouldn’t you like that? Stay with Doctor Harper, the only one to ever care for you, hm?”

You were too dazed to answer, just melt into his probing touches, your hips lifted to meet his thrusts, bare skin slapping wetly against yours. You could only whine and whimper as The White Rabbit used his strong legs to hump into your weak form, whispering little ideas to you.

“Easy as a kitten with me,” He panted lowly, only to chuckle darkly in your ear as you arched your hair, his throbbing cock hitting a sensitive spot deep inside of you. “Rabid as a dog with others… And as horny as a rabbit when madder than a hare!”

You slowly dragged your watery eyes up, only to come face to face with a looking glass, propped up so you could watch your first link to Wonderland ruin you in the reflection, his bunny cock leaking as he pulled out to drop to his knees, nuzzling his face closer to your intimate area, licking along your hole.

His rough tongue pressed into you slowly, Harper tasting his own cum deep inside of you, fisting his cock back to full hardness, quite dizzy himself.

“This is all you need,” He murmured hoarsely, in between hot licks. “You can make it through the day, when your favourite doctor gives you some love, hm?”

“Y-Yes.” You murmured, head swimming and the room spinning, the little pills doing their job.

“What was that, my dear?”

“Y-Yes!” You whimpered, watching The White Rabbit stand to his full height, white liquid running down his lips, hard cock jutting against his stomach. His fuzzy ears flick happily as he lies back over your back, warm chest against your bare skin.

“Stay down here with me.” The White Rabbit whispered, cockhead clumsily dragging over your bare thighs, trailing precum. “Not all who are mad, have to be lonely, and I’ve been waiting too long for you.”

You met his eyes in the reflection of the looking glass and realised that you had been wrong.

Little Loony you weren’t the first one down here, and you won’t be the last. A strange blond haired boy also fell down here, but he burned his patient clothes and donned a doctor’s jacket, and began playing with brains and emotions and tugging at strings and unravelling people and now he lay on top of you, naked, and waiting for his companion to stay with him in Wonderland.

Madness could be shared, maybe.

That’s the thought that had Harper smiling at your still form, snoozing at his patient couch with cum dripping out of your holes and streaked across your face. He sat, still naked from your shared love making, and finished up his notes on you, to send off in the morning.

You sighed in your sleep, eyelids flickering with your fantastical dreams and Harper smiled warmly, even as his cock began to gain interest again.

So, to start the rest of his life, with his weird, fantastical, mad companion, he added his signature to his late sentence on your file.

Doctor Harper recommends not to release this patient back into the public for their own safety. Indefinitely.

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