Mr. Doormouse

nightmarejasmine:

Mr. Doormouse

Oscar stood still as giant fingers pressed against him, he knew better than to move suddenly of the very excitable woman before him. She was 5’6 and had brownish red hair, her skin was like milk chocolate and her eyes hazel.

She was an odd human, more than even Sam and Dean Winchester. Though she was even more, she called herself the Mad Hatter. She always wore a big brown top hat and a brown vest over a white collar shirt, she wore brown shorts with long knee high black socks. She would have a brown suit coat, but only when she would be his size. Yes…she can change her size.

She carried a tiny clock on a metal cord and always had a sewing kit, which was why he couldn’t move.

He was being suited, and so far it was cozy. She had created something like what younger humans wear, a onesie? It was light grey and she worked diligently on making a removable and adjustable light blue vest, “Almost done Oscar!”

Her fingers moved to his back and the hood that was attached covered his head and she worked with the top, Oscar contemplated what brought him to this.

(Flashback to hour earlier)

“Hey Oscar?” The Mad Hatter spoke after the comfortable silence the two sat in in Oscar’s room.

“Yes Hattie?”
“Does your kind celebrate Halloween?”

“What?” Oscar asked with a moment of confusion.

“Free Candy Day? The one day Satan would most likely take over the world?”

“No?” At that answer, she popped up and pulled him to the room closest to her stuff. She took full size and got to work.

(End of Flashback)

He huffed as she pulled away, “Done, wanna take a look mousey?” Oscar froze at the nickname and was going to question it until she brought out a mirror.

The onesie as he noticed was a light grey over all, the vest was light blue as he noticed earlier. He didn’t notice the long greyish thin tail coming from the onesie bottom, or the round ears on top of the hood.

The outfit itself wasn’t baggy or tight and it was comfortable to be in. Oscar’s eyes grew wide, “I’m a mouse!”

A chuckle rumbled the ground below him, “Best costume to go out in and not get you caught silly.”

Oscar froze, “C-Caught?”

The Mad Hatter nodded and brought out her brown coat and a sack, “Time to have your first Halloween!”

She scooped up the shy borrower before he could say a word and took off for what may be his best night ever, and since it involves chocolate…it was.