Here is a one-shot that bit me when I was watching the movie. It might seem a bit strange, but it is sort-of following the Jabberwocky poem. Yes, technically there is an OC…but he is un-named.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything…maybe the un-named son…but Lewis Carroll was the genius behind the story! Don't own the poem either.


'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

He gripped the sword tightly within his hand. He stood half-hidden by a Tumtum tree, bright blue Veyes darting around, and waited and watched. Watching for his enemy, or the enemy of the blade in his grasp.

He peered around some more, sun casting its rays down. The words of his father rand in his head.

'Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch.'

The Jabberwocky. Enemy to the vorpal sword. Enemy to his mother.

A breeze flociked by, playing with his short, golden-ginger hair. He stood there waiting, and then his foe arrived.

The grim beast with eyes of flame had survived its death. His mother, as well as his father, had been surprised. His mother had taken the sword in hand quickly, but was stopped by the Queen. She had told his moth er that it would not be her to stop the beast. His mother, as well as his father, asked who would be the wielder this times. The Queen said that he, their son, would be. His mother had first refused it, worried about his life. It took his father to calm her and convince her to let him go, which they finally did.

He stood ready, waiting for the beast to get into position. Once the Jabberwocky had, he rushed it, allowing the vorpal blade to fight its deathly foe. The Jabberwocky fought back, tailing swinging to take his legs out from under him. But he would not go down. He swung the blade, several time more.

Once slice, two slice! And then, the blade hit its mark.

It sliced, snicker-snack, through the beast's neck. Its body hit the forest floor. Soon, he turned and left it there dead.

Proudly he walked back to his mother and father. Both were smiling, as well ass the Queen and the rest of the court, at his return. He stopped before them, proudly smiling.

"Welcome back…and congratulations, my son" he mother, who had slain the beast before, congratulated. He nodded.

Then his father exclaimed, "And hast thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms, by beamish boy! O forfaier day! Colloh! Callay!" The son was enveloped in his father's arms, smiling. His mother was smiling as well, including the cheering crowds. And so, on the fair Forfaier Day, the Jabberwocky was slain once more.

And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! and through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.


Well, this was just a random plot bunny that bit me and demanded it. Not really going to continue (don't know how I would anyway…).
Hope you enjoyed it…hope no one has done this before.

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