Series: Digital Wonderland | Meta-Logs | Ongoing Absurdity Chronicles
The Head and Tail Game failed to provide any clue.
Alice, always trusting her instincts, went for a pink mushroom. Pink had been her girl-next-door favourite colour.
She nibbled at its side, precisely the side that mirrored her own, expecting a pinkish, lollipop sweetness—bright enough to make the magic feel immense.
"What a rotten‑skunk‑sour‑pickle taste!” she spluttered, spitting the mushy bits onto the ground, her face scrunching as if she’d just sniffed a dragon’s armpit. Yuck—a primeval dragon’s armpit!
The tiny nibble—half a second, too long, or too short?—had already propagated elsewhere.
The Caterpillar’s lower half responded, puffing, ballooning, until it resembled a great, striated watermelon.
The flying cameras buzzed and flashed—as if slipping unconsciously back into New Year mode. Some hovered low, some circled overhead, some zoomed in, all pinging at once: [MIRACLE FOUND].
Alice’s mouth dropped. “Oh! That wasn’t supposed to happen to you!” she exclaimed.
It was a topsy-turvy remark—yet entirely understandable, by a commoted Alice. For if not him, then who should have inflated? The Queen? The Mouse? The mushroom? Herself? Or... YOU? Yes—I meant you. Highly questionable, if not downright piscine.
Oh yes, please don't even stop to hesitate and breathe on the commas; the dragon had never guarded its armpit—🐲💨.
The mushrooms giggled, trying to compose a chime for this phenomenal aberration, but Ti wandered off, Fa burrowed underground, and Do—blushing violently—simply refused to cue. The chime misfired.
Meanwhile, the garden botched the live feed.
The System grinned—far wider than any Cheshire Cat's.
[Biological Error 000: You sneezed! You sneezed! System forcing Rhinitis Reset.]
The System grinned again, absurdly wide, its capital S forking into C/C—a syntax hosting two Caterpillars, locked in armpit combat, weaponizing scent instead of verbs.
C for Caterpillar—💨!
C for Caterpillar—💨…
[Warning]
[Warning]
Your ouch wouldn't fix the Caterpillars —they boinged, pffffted anyway...
and left your desk smelling like a skunk holding its own nose—non-deodorantable.
Oops...too late to unread now.
Coming up next--
Pool of Sweat
Tiny ouroboroi of letters,
searching for its own stable attractor state.
A surreal chapter in Alice’s digital dreamscape.
This post is part of an ongoing original metafiction series exploring identity, systems, and absurdity through a digital Wonderland.
Your ouch wouldn't fix the Caterpillars —they boinged, pffffted anyway...
and left your desk smelling like a skunk holding its own nose—non-deodorantable.
Oops...too late to unread now.
Coming up next--
Pool of Sweat
Tiny ouroboroi of letters,
searching for its own stable attractor state.
A surreal chapter in Alice’s digital dreamscape.
This post is part of an ongoing original metafiction series exploring identity, systems, and absurdity through a digital Wonderland.
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