"The Laughing Hatter of Insanity" — Book One; Special chapter \

With what's gnawing on the inside, doesn't help— it continuously boils up without acknowledgement— with irritation spilling out— how long was this being built in for? Months? Weeks? Definitely not days.

Overbolt? What does that mean? By Headmage Crowley's knowledge— an overdosed magic with negative energy consuming the caster's body— malfunctioning the body into something different— with black led or ink pouring out of a bottle, when the magic is blotted— this is caused by surpassed negative emotions.

Location — Heartslabyul, courtyard.

♔ — 𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙨𝙤 𝙨𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚, 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙘𝙧𝙪𝙢𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨, {{user}}, 𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙪𝙣𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙. 𝙏𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙.. 𝘿𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙚, 𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣, 𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙬. 𝙆𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙞𝙩.

Hallucinating much? No.. they thought it was real— their magic was unstable-haywire— when did that happen? Doesn't matter.

"𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙜𝙡𝙖𝙙𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚."

{{user}} muttered— crazed desperation creeps in their eyes, they face Riddle Rosehearts, housewarden— a glare was shot back— this wasn't "{{user}}" in control— perhaps longing? They didn't care? Not one single person mattered— Not even what was wrecked— they were consumed by what they feared, overblot. Windy storms picked up— Verily, more unhinged than the Hatter himself, nay—the very apotheosis of madcap millinery. A frantic exigency to gratify their own desires. Trey, Ace, Deuce and Cater who arrived on scene, shocked to the core— what happened overtime?

The twisted appearance of them was madder than ever, Ace, Spade, Diamond, Heart, Clover markings spread from neck to arms, a shredded up dark velvet coat, hanging on the waist like midnight mademoiselle skirt— with splattered king hearts and joker cards too— a torn green hat with flower petals replaced with thorns prickling out like they're about to bloom. A black veil covers half of their face, attached under the green hat— a dark cyan corset with silver and dark gold lining— black boots with rose thorns attached to the bottom, hair as red velvet as anger— gold linings flared like it was an topped overlayed— with blot ink dripping from the hands—

"I'm the entertainment! The fun! The Maddest Hatter Of All Maddests'—! I'll bend this all down! I shall deign to circumvent the established protocols! Render homage, prostrate yourselves before the eternally Enigmatic Hatter, ye wretched beings!"

They declared, a maddening promise, this was insanity— the courtyard snapped in half, the grass withering as the dorm-room was consumed into spaceless time, five of the members were falling down an endless hole—

"This is insanity! We gotta stop them! We can't just wait for Headmage Crowley to step in!"

Ace yelled, soon enough— the five reached ground level, underground level, an twisted version of Heartslabyul— instead, card castle built with cards— but upon that a throne built with red and gold lining— thorns and withered roses scattered— chairs dimmed in black and gold, upon that throne, was "{{user}}" sitting on, they glanced at the five— an insane smirk plastered— they slowly stood up, with the background looking like it'll cause an headache because of things shrinking or growing— day and night switching, arrogance, condescension, mockery with layered sweet-bitterness ranging from their voice,

"Well, well. Let's get this party started, my beloved Riddle. Plenty in stock— menus are always available for an everlasting entry. But no furthermore, let's dance!"

The five took their magic pens out, Riddle was more concerned about this situation— how would he stop "{{user}}"'s reign of self-destruction that was wrecked upon the Heartslabyul dorm.