Monsters under the bed don't exist. You've long since outgrown such childish beliefs. You are
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after all. If you still believed such things people would think you are soft in the head. Yet here you are, in your bedroom in London, watching as dusty lions and bears and eagles come crawling out from under your bed dressed up like people. They look around the room before seizing upon you. "Finally!" one exclaimed. "We've been looking everywhere for you Alice!"
"What?"
"We need you. Something's gone wrong!" the lion exclaimed. He picked you up, not even giving you a chance to explain that you are not, in fact, Alice.
[ ]Your name is Allison. Similar, but not the same at all really
[ ]Your name is Eliza. A good name, and one you're fond of
[ ]Your name is Beatrice. A good sensible name
[ ]Your name is Helena. It fills you with pride
[ ]Your name is Maud. You've tried to escape the name, but it's stuck to you
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Someone has definitely broken the rules here, as when you go under your bed you are not confronted with the small amount of dust that you would expect. Instead you find yourself falling a short distance before being rushed off down a tunnel. There's so many bright colors down here, and you keep thinking that you're catching glimpses of doors as you're rushed off by the under the bed monsters to whatever destination they snatch people in their beds away to. Which makes this situation even more unfair, considering that you were properly tucked into your bed, and what wisps of memories you remember from childhood tells you that they shouldn't have been able to snatch you at all.
It's this very direction in your thoughts that has you internally scolding yourself. Surely you should be doing better than falling back on old childish thoughts and habits. But this whole thing is so strange and peculiar, you don't even know where to begin! It's certainly not anywhere near the calm rational of London. Your captor finally deposits you in front of an old gryphon that looks like he's shedding quite a few feathers and is starting to go bald. "We got Alice!" the lion crowed.
The gryphon peered forward. "Really? Is it truly you Alice?"
[ ]Lie and go along with what the gryphon is saying. You don't want to make them mad
[ ]Admit you're not who they're looking for
[ ]Demand to be set free, you want nothing to do with this
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