Peter and Alice lost in A Wnderland of A Split Personality[3]

Max turned out to be fine in the end. Just his brain melting.

"What are we going to do?" Asked Alice. "Your dog suposed to dead and the roads gone."

Peter looked at Alice, Alice looked at Peter.

"Peter, where are we?" Even though Alice had asked before and gotten a rough reply, she asked again.

"A fairytale." He said simply.
"Peter, I don't know if you noticed, but your dog has pink slimy goo coming out of his head. That's a fairytale to you?"
"Well, it's gone.. Bad."
"Like Snow White? It's going to get better?" Alice asked with little, but much, hope.

Peter just answered with a shrug, making Alices confidence shrink back into nothing.

Alice started to walk forward, but colided with the scenery in front of her. Alice reached in front of her and touched what seemed to be a backdrop. Alice tore through the paper and she could see her beautiful backyard.

"Peter! Look, we can get out!"

Peter rushed to Alices side.

"Go, go through!" He yelled with joy.

Alice put her right arm forward into reality.

"Ah!" Alice screamed as she hurriedly thrust her arm back into the 'fairytale.'

Alices arm was covered in cut and gashes, and she was bleeding a tremendous amout of sticky blood. Alices heart raced when she saw the bloods colour though.

It was black with deep green floating muck in it. Alice raised her head to Peter. He was no help, seeing as Peter was squeemish around blood.. of any sorts.

"Peter help me!"