Marcelle Hare's Story

Marcelle Hare's Story is a fanfic written by RoybelGirl surrounding her OC Marcelle Hare. There will be numerous chapters.

Characters
Marcelle Hare

Mars Hare

Periwinkle Pillar

Madeline Hatter

Kitty Cheshire

Lizzie Hearts

Alistair Wonderland

Bunny Blanc

Prologue - A Hare's Curse
Marcelle Hare woke up with the rising sun. She stretched out her tanned arms and yawned. The six year old child leapt out of bed and peeked up from her rabbithole home (a real rabbit hole, not the portal kind) and smiled at the warm Wonderland sunshine.

She approached her brothers bed and whispered, “Mars? Mars, wake up!” She hopped up and down in her excitement as she gently shook her twin brother.

Mars sat up. It was truly remarkable how much the two children of the March Hare looked alike. The same blue eyes, the same sand brown skin, the same freckles, the same messy dark red hair, and the same charming but childish smile. “What is it Marcy?” He asked sleepily. He wiped his eyes with his small freckled hands.

“It’s a perfectly wondrous day!” Marcelle squeaked, her jumps gradually growing higher and higher.

Mars grinned, the sleepiness in his face instantly gone. He knew exactly what Marcelle was thinking. At such a young age, the two children didn’t consider their twin telepathy to be unusual at all. “A perfect day for…”

“A race!” Marcelle finished. At her last jump her hare ears nearly brushed against the ceiling. “We’ll race from here to the Jubjub Forest.” She smiled. “Ready, set, go!” Both children became hare’s and took off running. The warm sunshine was beating on their backs in a most friendly matter and excitement was in the air.

Marcelle spotted the Jubjub Forest ahead. She eagerly picked up speed. As always, Marcelle wanted to win more than anything. Her brother was right behind her. She put all her strength into one last final leap, and she landed in the Jubjub forest just about two seconds before Mars.

Becoming a human, she laughed happily at her victory, her pigtails bouncing as she jumped for joy. “Ha! I win again, Mars!”

Mars smiled. “I’ll beat you next time!” He giggled. He paused. Suddenly his expression changed. It was a look of extreme confusion that quickly slipped into terror.

Recognizing horror on her best friend’s face, Marcelle leaned down to look at her brother. “What’s wrong Mars? Why aren’t you turning into a human?”

“I- I can’t become human! I’m stuck!” Mars said in a shrill whisper.

“You can’t? Why not?” Marcelle questioned, beginning to tap her right foot.

“I just can’t!” After a few moments Mars began to circle around his sister. It wasn’t long before he was running, a wild look in his deep blue eyes. “Help me! I can’t turn back. I can’t turn back! Help me, Marcy! Help me!”

“I can’t do anything!” Marcelle exclaimed, desperation sinking into her own words. Thump, thump, thump. Her foot was now drumming against the ground rather than tapping.

Mars stopped running, but he was still panting like a puppy. “I’m going home to see Daddy! Maybe he can help. Oh, but Marcy, what if he can’t?! What if he can’t?”

“Just go and see if he can!” Marcelle yelled, frustrated. Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump!

Mars’ ears flicked backward. He looked hurt. He was longing for comfort from his twin, but that seemed impossible at the moment. He turned a 180 and ran towards home.

Marcelle’s own ears drooped. The young six-year-old suddenly felt very tired. She plopped down in the grass with a heavy sigh. Suddenly her ears perked to attention. Something was moving in the bushes. Jumping to her feet, Marcelle leapt into the shrubbery.

There was a small shriek as Marcelle held someone against the soil. When Marcelle saw who she had pinned to the ground she couldn’t have been more shocked.

Chapter 1 - A Wondrous Rivalry
Marcelle Hare wrinkled her hare’s nose as she entered her dorm one afternoon. There was this disgusting stench of sweet scented smoke that seemed to follow her roommate, Periwinkle Pillar, everywhere.

“Ugh!” Marcelle exclaimed, throwing open a window in their dorm. She couldn’t believe she was rooming with another Wonderlandian. They were the only ones who could tell that Marcelle wasn’t really, well, mad. “Periwinkle! This place smells of that stuff you use,” Marcelle yelled as she threw open a window. She glared at her roommate, who was reading a thick, dusty novel.

Periwinkle raised her eyebrows ever so slowly. “A bunny in blue can’t stand blue?” She said in Riddlish.

Marcelle wanted to scream. She hated it when Periwinkle would talk in Riddlish. Periwinkle knew that Marcelle couldn’t understand the language of her home world. Marcelle was also pretty sure that Periwinkle had called her a bunny, which was infuriating all on its own. Sucking in her breath, Marcelle plopped onto her bed, flicking a dark strand of hair out her her face.

She honestly couldn’t stand that caterpillar. “Can you just, like, clean the place out or something?” The hare-girl said haughtily. “It’s disgusting!”

Periwinkle blinked. Marcelle thought she spotted the faintest of smiles curving one corner of Periwinkle’s mouth. “Clean it out, you say? How would you suggest I clean out a smell?”

Marcelle bit her lower lip, her eyes deep blue daggers. “Well, the first thing you can do is stop smoking in the first place.”

“I hardly ever do.”

“Right. Than maybe you can get some Febreeze or somethin’.” Marcelle’s nose twitched. “I’m going to leave. I can’t even stand my own dorm because of you- you caterpillar.”

This time Periwinkle actually did smile. “As you wish,” She said sarcastically in her chocolate smooth voice, stifling a laugh.

Marcelle stormed out of the room. In the halls she nearly ran into Lizzie Hearts.

“Great, another Wonderlandian. Just what I needed,” Marcelle muttered under her breath.

Lizzie took a single step backwards, wrinkling her petite nose in a disgusted soft of way. But Marcelle saw the smallest flicker of uncertainty and fear in her blue eyes of the future Queen of Hearts.

Marcelle straightened. “Your Majesty,” she said in a sarcastic tone. “Are you going to decapitate me for almost bumping into you? Like, say, your mother would?”

Lizzie pursed out her lips. “Don’t you mock me, hare.” Her voice had the smallest amount of trembling. Marcelle knew she had the upper hand. “One day I will properly deal with you when I am your queen.”

“Is that a threat, Ms. Hearts?”

Lizzie took another small step backward. “Perhaps, perhaps.”

Marcelle smiled.

“OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!”  Lizzie shouted before dashing into the safety of her dorm room.

Suddenly Marcelle spotted her. Madeline Hatter.

''Just my luck. Where in the kingdom are all of these other Wonderlandians coming from?'' Marcelle kept walking, getting closer and closer to Madeline. Madeline tried to smile at her, but one could easily tell how unsettled and disturbed she was at the sight of the March Hare’s daughter.

She was about to say a quiet greeting when Marcelle silently stuck out her foot. Madeline stumbled with an exclamation of surprise as she plopped against the carpet.

“Hmph.” Madeline mumbled as she got to her feet. “That was rather rude if you ask me, Marcelle,” she said, pouting.

“Rude, perhaps, but ever so fun.”

Madeline sighed. “Marcy- I mean Marcelle- At some point you’ve got to stop this… this… madness! Pun not intended.”

Marcelle blew out her breath. “You go around the school letting everyone think you’re mad. What’s the problem with me doing the same?”

Madeline stomped her foot, sending a small crack up the heel of one of her porcelain shoes. “That’s different, and you know it! I don’t try to make people think I’m mad, unlike you. You don’t understand how frustrating it can be for me.”

Marcelle shrugged. “If you excuse me, I must be on my way. It looked like you were also going somewhere as well.” Marcelle turned away from Madeline’s frustrated face and continued down the halls. It felt as if she passed all of the other Wonderlandians that attended Ever After High. Kitty smiled at her in a most agitated way, Alistair glared at her, and Bunny let out a startled squeak upon seeing her before turning into a bunny and rushing away. Marcelle even spotted Mars was pittering down the halls.

“Where are you going?” Marcelle asked her brother.

Mars came to a halt and smiled in an uncomfortable sort of way, obviously surprised to see her. “Oh, hi Marcy. I’m off to… to meet with friends.”

Mars was hiding something, Marcelle was sure of it. He was blocking his emotions and thoughts from Marcelle’s own mind, and that was suspicious enough as it was. Mars was usually a lot more open with his twin.

“Alright…” Marcelle said carefully, stepping towards the hare. “What friends, if I may ask?”

If hares could blush, than Mars was blushing. “Oh, well, you know… Maddie, Lizzie, Kitty, Alistair, Bunny…” His voice was very low.

“The other Wonderlandians?” Marcelle felt her brown, freckled cheeks grow warm.

Mars nodded. “Um, yes indeed! I had better get going, or else I’ll be as late at the White Rabbit,” he said before dashing away.

Marcelle narrowed her eyes. Transforming into a hare she followed Mars just in time to see him disappear into Lizzie Heart’s dorm. Marcelle crept up to the door and began to listen.

“There you are, Mars. We were beginning to wonder if you weren’t coming,” came Lizzie’s formal but welcoming voice.

“Well, Lizzie, you said it was important,” Mars replied. There was the soft rustle of feet and fur as he settled himself into a seat of some sort. “Still… I wasn’t positive because of the subject of this Wonderlandian meeting…” Lizzie said, trailing off. “I’m grateful that you did invite me, though. I can see why you would consider not inviting me in the first place,” Mars replied. “Well, either way I’m glad you came, Mars,” Madeline said cheerfully. Marcelle bit her lip. “I think we should get on with the meeting,” came the sound of Periwinkle’s voice. “I’m personally never in too much of a hurry, but today that happens to be untrue.” The sound of people shifting in their seats accompanied the sound of Lizzie clearing her throat. “Friends,” she said, sounding a tad frazzled. “Today I have called an official Wonderlandian Student Meeting to discuss the matter of… Marcelle.” Marcelle took in a sharp breath of air. What right did they have to talk about her? There was more shifting in seats. “Marcelle is beginning to become a problem… I think we can all agree to that,” Lizzie continued. “We need to discuss how to deal with her, or at least how to cope with her. Does anyone have any ideas? Anyone?” “Well…” Marcelle heard Bunny’s hesitant sugary-sweet whisper of a voice. “Go on, Bunny. What do you have to say?” Madeline asked. “I’m sure whatever idea you have is definitely worth hearing,” came Alistair’s voice. It was prodding and yet gentle and loving at the same time. For a moment Marcelle found herself wishing that someone would speak to her in that way. She quickly shook away the thought before it sank any further. “Well… okay,” Bunny said with a little sigh, sounding much for confident. “I was thinking that perhaps we should tell everyone that Marcelle isn’t as mad as everyone thinks she is. That way people wouldn’t be as scared of her and Marcelle would have no need to offend the wondrous madness of Wonderland.” Marcelle felt the blood pounding through her ears. She felt so stunned that she didn’t hear the exact words spoken next- all she knew was that they were praising Bunny for her “good idea.” When Marcelle had settled down the first thing she heard was Lizzie’s voice. “So all of us agree that this is the way to proceed? Acknowledging that Marcelle is only feigning madness?” There were several murmured, “Mmm-hmms.” “Wait.” Kitty’s mischievous voice was cold and clear. “She’s listening. She’s here.” Marcelle froze. She hadn’t even given a thought about Kitty and her powers. She could have sworn that her heart wasn’t beating in a small moment of silence that seemed to last an eternity. “Who’s here, Kitty?” Madeline asked finally asked. Kitty let out a low cat-growl. “Marcelle.” “What?” Lizzie said in surprise, sucking in a quick gust of air. “I’m honestly not surprised,” Perri yawned, sounded irritated.

“What do we do?” Madeline asked.

“How did she know about the meeting?” Alistair wondered aloud.

“Oh, she must be so angry with us right now,” Bunny whimpered.

“Guys, hush! Marcy has hare’s ears, she can still hear you!” Mars exclaimed. Marcelle was surprised that Mars had spoken at all. He was usually only a part of his own fantasies with this sort of thing. Quiet immediately followed.

Marcelle stood up to her full height. She took a step away from the door. Quickly becoming a hare she fled down the halls. The last bit of the conversation she heard came from Kitty.

“She fled. Let’s continue on with the meeting now, yes? Just make it quick, please. I’m getting bored.”

…

That night Marcelle lay in bed, not even trying to fall asleep. How were the other Wonderlandians planning to do to prove that she wasn’t mad? How far would they go in order to achieve their goal?

There was only one thing that Marcelle could do. Crank up the madness. Take it so far that students couldn’t possibly consider that she was faking it. Yes. That was what she would have to do. It was the only thing she could do.

And yet… for some reason Marcelle felt unusually troubled. Deciding that she didn’t care, Marcelle threw herself into a fitful sleep.

…

''Beep…! beep…! beep…!''

Morning came far too quickly. It seemed as if the sun had decided to take a jog rather than walk at it’s usual steady pace. With a small sound that was both a whimper and a groan Marcelle lifted herself up and let herself fall from her bed and onto the plush carpet.

The plush carpet that smelled of sweet smoke.

Gagging, Marcelle sprung to her feet. Why did Monday always catch her by surprise? Banging the palm of her hand against the snooze button on her alarm clock Marcelle sank into the chair of her often neglected vanity desk.

For a moment Marcelle was kept looking into her mirror. A simple face shape, tanned sand brown skin, and freckled cheeks. All normal. The normal came to a halt as soon as you looked into the eyes. Two sparkling sapphires each floating in a milk white sea framed by a forest of dark lashes. Then one would see the nose. A hare’s nose. An always twitched fuzzy thing right in the middle of her face. Then you saw the ears. Huge hare’s ears protruding from her mop of wild auburn hair.

It was the same appearance she maintained so many years ago, and yet it was different. So much different.

“You’ve always been such an odd-looking thing,” a voice snickered. “Remember when you adored your animal features? Now you hate them.”

“Kitty!” Marcelle growled, spinning around to face the grin floating in midair. “What are you doing in here?”

Kitty’s whole body phased into existence. She stood there examining her nails. The lavender-dressed girl giggled. “Oh, I let myself in.”

“What are you doing in here?” Marcelle repeated, ears pinned back and her left foot beginning to beat against the floor.

“I’m just here to send a message for you.” Kitty yawned, stretching. “What was it, again? Hmmm…”

Marcelle let out her breath. She had no intention of letting Kitty get to her.

“Ooh, I know.” Kitty’s expression suddenly become so serious that it sent a chill down Marcelle’s spine. “I’m here to give you a warning, hare. A warning to give up your offensive fake madness now or suffer otherwise.”

It was Marcelle’s turn to yawn. “Like I’d ever listen to a warning given from you. You’re nothing more than a pathetic kitten desperate to please her snooty mistress.”

Kitty snarled, looking ready to lounge at Marcelle right then and there, but she held herself back. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Kitty hissed, trembling in silent rage. Baring her teeth, Kitty phased away into thin air.

“Perhaps you should have listened to her.”

Marcelle groaned. “I wish you would stay out of my business, Periwinkle!”

Periwinkle raised an eyebrow. “I’m just saying that you’re digging your own grave. Not only are our fellow Wonderlandian’s teamed up against you, but now Kitty looks ready to murder you as soon as no one’s watching.”

“I don’t care about Kitty! Kitty wasn’t the one who ruined my brother’s life!” Marcelle yelled. Instantly she longed to take the words back.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard nothing. Nothing.

During this time Marcelle had been changing from her pajamas into her clothes. Throwing a checkered sweater over her “March Madness” t-shirt while adjusting her bowtie she quickly fled the room.

''Great. This day sure is going splendidly so far,'' Marcelle thought as she transformed into her hare form so she could get to the place where she met her brother in a faster fashion. Spotting Mars already waiting for her Marcelle became human again and scooped her brother into her arms.

“Good morning, Marcelle,” Mars said with a twitch of his nose.

Marcelle nodded. “‘Morning.”

Mars looked up at her pleadingly. “Can we please try to hurry to class? I don’t want to be late.”

Marcelle only smiled. “The mad daughter of the March Hare never hurries, nor is she late.”

Mars’ ears flicked back. “Oh, I know, but… maybe…”

“Maybe what, brother dear?” Marcelle sing-songed. Now that she was in sight of students she had to start her acting.

“Maybe… you can maybe… stop acting mad… and be normal?”

Marcelle nearly dropped her brother. So he was on same side as the others from Wonderland. This may or may not make things harder for Marcelle. She lifted up the hare so they were staring at each other face to face. “I’ll have you know that I’m only increasing my madness,” she replied stonily. Then she lowered him again and began skipping through the halls, laughing at nothing.

People moved away from her, frightened to come near. One poor student didn’t see her coming, and by the time she realized that she was there was when Marcelle stood only about a foot away. “Would you like some tea?” Marcelle giggled, shoving the teapot she always carried with her near the girl’s face.

“Um, I, um well, um…” the student said, clutching her books.

Meanwhile, Marcelle was letting tea pour onto the floor. “Well…? Would you like some tea? Yes or no?!”

“I- I- I-”

“She’s not really mad, you know. You’re not in any danger.”

Marcelle’s eyes flew to the person who had just spoken, Alistair Wonderland. Although on the inside she was raging, she only began giggling again as she pushed a cookie into Alistair’s mouth.

The girl glanced at Alistair with a look of fear and frustration. “She’s not insane? Yeah, right!” She made a run for it.

Alistair spat out the cookie. His usually warm blue eyes had become icy. “What’s wrong with you, Marcelle? Can’t you take a hint?”

Marcelle laughed. “People who are mad don’t tend to take hints.”

Alistair crossed his hands over his chest. “There’s another reason I’m here. The Headmaster has given me permission to be Mars’ guide throughout the school day.”

“What?” Marcelle heart beat quickened. “That couldn’t be done without Mars’ permission!”

“Even if he didn’t give permission I still would have been made to be his guide. Since you’re ‘mad’ you can’t be trusted to be in charge of your brother. However, Mars gave his approval anyway.”

Marcelle looked down at her younger twin. He looked incredibly guilty. “Did you? Did you give your approval to the change?” Marcelle whispered.

Mars only nodded as Alistair took him out of her arms. The lack of his warm fur and comfortable weight in her arms made Marcelle feel empty as Alistair disappeared into a classroom. She was ashamed to find tears gather in the corners of her eyes.

''How dare they take him from me. How dare Mars let them?!''

For the first time that year, Marcelle was late for class.

Chapter 2 - TBA
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