Denying the dark beasts their future

So I knew the whole story of "Alice and Wonderland."  What kid didn't learn that story when they were little?  Still... it's just now occurred to me that I'm actually in the story.  We're not taking a random new world here... we're talking freaking Wonderland.  That Alice in the trial... probably the real thing... Same for the queen.  Sheesh.  I've fallen into a children's story book.  This is even more pathetic than I thought.

((Ken's a bit slow on the uptake... feel free to laugh at how dense he is.))

What's this?

(rip of paper off the door and ruffling as he holds it out to read it)

Oh shit... they do... uh... trials here?  That's not really possible right?  I mean, there's no way that they would... No, I wouldn't be that careless if I did anything... but this place can do some odd stuff.

((striked is mumbled but still intelligible if you try hard.))

(Heavy breathing, but it's in a steady rhythm, fills the room along with a few creaks from the floor boards as Ken does push-ups.]

Twenty... twenty one...

(More mumbling assumed to be more numbers as he continues.  A short time later there's a small thud as his knee dropped to the ground.  Footsteps follow as he paces the room.) 

I'm sick of this place already!  Dammit! 

(Ken throws a punch in his frustration, intending on only hitting air.  He's not paying attention of course and a loud thunk is heard as his fist connects with the bed post.)

Ow!  (More swear words come after the ow and some small thuds as Ken hops up and down holding  his knuckles in pain.) 

So I woke up this morning, looked in the mirror, and was see through.  Of course, in my shock, I  touched the mirror. Typcially when you touch something your hand doesn't go through it.    Yes, something is very wrong here.  Very wrong.  Strange.  And why am I now longer see through but... reflective?

((Ken will now be mimicking people's actions if he sees them...))

[laughter and a few sounds of it trying to be suppressed... but failing miserably]

I get a kick out of that instructor every day.  It's just comical!  Worth attending the dance class just to see "Madame Yzma" dance around like a lunatic that thinks she's the best thing since sliced bread.  Never gets old. 

Alright, I've only been here for what... a few weeks?  I'm bored.  What the hell do you people do here for fun?  Forget fun, some of you probably don't even know what that is.  Let's just stick with what do you do here.  Wish I had my motorcycle... that would solve this problem in an instant.  Wonder if I could get one here... or a soccer ball... that could work too.

[sheets shuffling as Ken sits up]

Ugh... my head still hurts. 

...

What the fuck!

This is not my room.  Alright, who's game is this?  Who the hell would decide it would be pleasant to kidnap me?!  Even Youji wouldn't be stupid enough to try a stunt like this right after a mission that bad.  Whoever it is that did this is going to regret ever being born.  I swear it.  I'll hunt you down and tear you to pieces so small that nobody will be able to piece together your body to identify you, bastard. 

[crash of a fist into the wall]

At least I have my weapons still.

((slashed is muttered under his breath))