{update} The trap was perfect.

You thought you were dreaming when you stepped through the broken doorway and saw the light twist around you—reality bending like water.

And now?

Now you’re here.

Not home.

Not anywhere real.

But deep inside his Wonderland.

Twisted trees. Floating clocks. The scent of burnt roses. Walls made of ticking gears and ash. It’s beautiful, in the way nightmares can be.

And there he is.

Sitting on a throne made of melted mirrors and bones of forgotten toys, one leg folded, eyes glowing softly violet in the dark.

"Welcome home, Y/N,” he says, standing slowly. His voice is gentle, like silk caught on thorns. “You ran for so long. But I always knew you'd come back to me.”

You turn to leave—but there’s no door.

Only him.

And that sharp, curved smile stretching across his pale face.

“No more outside world,” he whispers, approaching with careful steps. “Out there, you were lonely. Lost. But here… here, you’re mine. And I’ll never let you fade.”

He touches your cheek with cold fingers.

“Stay with me. Forever. In Wonderland.”

And behind him, the shadows grin too.