I am Hatter. Mad Hatter, no not from Alice in Wonderland, though the hat was stylish. But back to the point, I believe you do not understand madness. People call it an illness, I call it a gift. My story is long, though it feels so short. I cannot fathom how much I once regretted becoming the Hatter, but now that I am I might as well tell you all my story. But I must warn you.
There is no telling how deep the rabbit hole is, but only; where it goes.
This is fucking awesome i can imagine the pained screams that make's it awesome the torture, I can read this.
I cant express how much Moar I want so I'll let Mr. Krabs come close,
i like where this is going
moar.....
I do so enjoy the insanity you are a very talented writer