“Bloody birds…Always ruinin’ things… Can’t ‘ave a peaceful day when they’re ‘round…”

robotichatter:

“But of course, I am merely here to extend an invitation to Bio regarding a tea party this eve. You sir are welcomed to come alongside him, but the Wonderland which I dawn from isn’t as delightful as your home.” Hatter arched a brow as if warning R.W in advanced of the danger which lied ahead.

“Oh yeh? Oi think I could handle m’self really, Oi’ve seen some pretty bad stuff ‘round here, don’ ye worry ‘bout that Mista Hatter, but I could send yer invitation ta him if ye’d like, he’s been pretty busy lately…”

He ran his hand through his straight reddish hair, minding the large spike that protruded.

(Source: therailwayworker)

robotichatter:

therailwayworker:

robotichatter started following therailwayworker

“Oy, ye look like Bio, but I know yer not him, because Bio’s hat is diff’rent…Now who’re ye? I haven’t seen ye around before? Newcomer?”

The man was already screwing a hammer attachment to his left hand, then leaned to the side once it clicked into place. He had an eyepatch on the left eye, and a large nail-like spike protruding from the right side of his head.

“Why I am the Hatter from Alice’s Wonderland. Basically I am Bio’s clone of the sorts, though I appear more screwed up then he does.” Hatter sighed merely stating the truth and nothing more. “The Question is however, who in the bloody hell are you?” he questioned haven’t seeing this man before when he came to visit.

“Oi’ve been wond’rin when I’d meet ye, but there’s no need fa th’ language,” he stood straight, then let his hammer adorned hand hang beside him as the other placed on his hip.

“Th’ names R.W, well, that’s shorten’d fa Railway Worker, R.W. is just easy ta remember… But it seems ye already know Bio, so there’s no need ta talk about him… I assum ye were on yer way ta meet him…”

“Oi knew Oi heard a familer voice from som’where… It seems th’ imagination is kickin’ in, an’ Underlind moight be back inta buisness…”

His robotic companion sat next to him, sipping tea.

“On the contrary, R.W., Underlind has always been in “buisness”, we just lacked the want or the capability to do anything…”

“Oy, shaddup, ya bucket o’ bolts, I wasn’t talkin’ ta ye!”

Then a small exchange of chuckles was made, it seemed something was going on in the real world.

domhnall gleeson

(Source: lauranoncrede)