Catalyst II: Wonderlands

The second piece of the Catalyst universe that examines the wider effects of Elise Schröder’s cult. The trauma is heavy in this one. Wonderlands centers around the duo Max and Hector, who meet by chance and through each other, harshly reconcile with their skewed views of the world, as well as accept their respective troubled pasts. Wonderlands’ timeline spans from 1984 to 1993. Keywords: trauma (again im sorry) of the religious variety, repression, physical trauma, neurodivergence, abuse, trust, gay men in love.

the story’s previous name, Nomeacuerdo, came from the Argentinean song “El país de Nomeacuerdo” by María Elena Wash, about memory loss and feeling directionless. however i wanted to keep the name more local to Max and Hector and more tied to their respective childhoods and perspectives (neither of them are Argentinean and the song doesn't hold much personal signifcance to me). So i've landed on the current title to align more with a general reference to childhood media, like Alice in Wonderland or Cri Cri (MEXICANNNNNN MEXICO NÚMERO UNOOOOOOO) that also contextualizes these sorts of disorienting, black-and-white worldviews Hector and Max have. More on that later.

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MANDATORY CREEPYPASTA DISCLAIMER

as much as i am tempted to bury it, this story began from a creepypasta fanfic and has since been adapted into its own original universe that I am trying not to associate, even slyly, with creepypasta unless with an inside joke or two. i'm sure you can guess who was who. this is its own thing now which is also why i'm currently abandoning the attempt to string all 4 of the (previously) creepypasta stories into Catalyst and instead settling with just the first two. it just doesnt make sense otherwise. i cover this in the main catalyst page. oki enjoy your stay :)

Spoiler-Free Synopsis

Vagrant meets hermit. M is a tall, traveling nobody rounding the rural US whose appearance, despite his best efforts, raises a few brows. Not that anybody's noticed, though. He's on a straight and narrow mission: to find his family, who he lost over ten years ago, scattered to the winds after a police raid in their home tore them apart. He treats it as a sort of pilgrimage, being good and honorable as best he can, not wishing ill will upon others or doing them harm. His mother and father are dead.

The house he lands at now is one he's seen before, in the paper—in fact, that's the very reason he finds and approaches it in the first place. A ghostly house, one nobody seems interested in touching—a murder scene. A young woman named Annabelle murdered her father and ran away, and after some time (it must be almost a decade at this point) the house still hasn't sold. This certainly is a strange house to be staying in, with such a grim history. People would notice if there was movement coming from it, as well; but he feels as if he has no choice but to visit. Annabelle and her disappearance are crucial to his mission.

But as he quickly discovers, someone is already living there.

It's just one man, and there's no way he's living there legally. He only sneaks out in the evening, when no one is looking, buys food and drink in bulk and returns. He's a hermit. He's a bit tall (not as tall as M, of course), a bit stocky, with an intimidating, curmudgeonly face that looks like it's seen quite a bit of violence. But M needs this. He tries to start up some casual conversation with this figure at the town's cheap grocery, coming on way too strong, especially about the house that he most definitely saw this guy coming out of, which the guy… clearly does not like.

When M sucks up his principles and covers an extra beer for him, though, the man seems to realize something. That this strange, thin, awkward man accosting him at the grocer was real. Unfortunately for M, this does not give him the in he needs: he's going to need to break in, and this other squatter is just going to have to deal with that.

Unfortunately for M again, though, he is not nearly as strong as this man, which makes it a bit awkward when he's caught in the house and thrown to the wall with his arms twisted behind his back.

"What did I tell you."

Hector, though afraid of ghosts and demons, is used to them in this house. But what he likes even less is the idea of this real, alive man living in his fortress.