Down the Rabbit Hole (pt. 4)
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(*squints at Jack* You are truly evil, sir.)
From inside the teapot, Amy can hear them talking.
Anti pours himself a cup of tea and settles into the chair at the other end of the long table, opposite Wilford. He kicks his feet up on a plate of cake, black boots ruining the pastry. “The King sent me out just a few hours ago. Apparently, there’s some girl wandering the wood. Ya wouldn’t happen ta know about that, would ya?”
Wilford smirks. “Speaking of the king, here’s a little song we used to sing in his honor. All together now!” The three begin singing, “Twinkle, twinkle little bat…”
Anti rolls his eyes and smashes the teacup in his hands against the table. “Enough nonsense! I know ya’ve got her hidden away somewhere. Yer always hiding the king’s victims.” Anti glitches over to where Wilford sits, drawing his sword and pressing the tip of it to Wilford’s throat. “Where is she?”
“I wouldn’t know,” Wilford says, wiggling his mustache up at Anti. “People are so easily misplaced, you know. One can often even lose themselves, if they aren’t careful.”
“Watch yer mouth,” Anti lets the tip of his blade nick Wilford’s skin before putting the sword away. “I can always have the Googles search yer house.”
The four men still on horseback watch with careful, glowing eyes. Their faces hold no signs of empathy, though Wilford knows for a fact that they resent being put under Anti’s command. But times have changed. Things are upside down, and Wilford tips his hat to the glitch. “You’ll find, dear sir, that I have nothing in the least to hide.”
Anti flicks his hand at the Googles, and the four of them dismount before tearing into Wilford’s house. The pink Ego doesn’t even turn to watch them. He simply blinks up at Anti and offers him a plate of little, blueberry muffins. Anti takes one and pops it into his mouth before knocking the rest of the treats onto the ground and getting back on his horse. “Careful who ya trust, Wilfy. Ya’ve made yer mistakes before, after all.”
“You just watch that head of yours. One of these days the King will make sure you lose it.” Wilford’s eyes dare Anti to say anymore, and the glitch bares his teeth at Wilford once more before riding back into the wood.
Wilford slips Host the teapot with Amy inside. “Take her and run. Bim and I can hold them off.”
Host bites his lip, taking the teapot gently and hugging it to his chest. “But…”
“No but’s, Hosty,” Bim says with a grin. “We can handle ourselves.”
The Host nods slowly and gets up, tucking the teapot under his arm before running in the opposite direction that Anti left in. The Googles notice him, even from inside the house, and they attempt to pursue him. But they come face to face with Bim and Wilford, both grinning insanely.
“Get out of our way,” Blue says firmly. “You do not wish to incur our wrath.”
“Oh, I really think we do,” Wilford says with a laugh.
Bim nods and rolls his shoulders. “I’m told I’m quite good at incurring such powerful emotions.” He winks at the Googles before the plants around their feet grow up and wrap around them, encasing them in a cocoon of wildflowers and grass.
Wilford watches as they struggle against the plants, slowly breaking out of their grasp. He pulls out a bottle from the pocket of his coat and removes the stopper with an oddly shaped wand attached. With a gentle blow, pink bubbles appear and float closer to the emerging droids. When the bubbles pop however, they bring with them tiny explosions of light and sound, disorienting the Googles as Bim disappears and reappears behind them.
He levitates the table off the ground, raising his hands above his hand, and brings it down on the four of them with one giant crash! When the dust and pink glitter settles, Wilford and Bim watch as the droids pick their way out of the rubble, eyes flashing in anger, and race forward.
Two of them seize Wilford and two seize Bim, wrestling them to the ground and pinning them there. Blue digs the heel of his boot into Bim’s back until he turns to smoke and disappears. Wilford writhes underneath the hold of Red and Green, but it’s no use. He’s trapped.
Host narrates breathlessly as he runs. He’s escaped, but at what cost?