Little Red ran into the woods with a hunter on her heels She stopped in a flower field of poppies blood red as her cape a field meant to ensnare her there eternally asleep by the time the hunter appeared but the wolf stumbled upon her and though aloof, no monster, saved her so they ran and they ran until realizing both were lost and Red had forgotten to leave a trail of crumbs They wandered until they found grandmother's house a candy cottage, sickly sweet the scent carried by the hunter himself But they're tired so they go in anyway unsurprisingly trapped, must fight their way out, push the demons back to the fire where they belong Except then Red's sent to the tower to think about what she's done because you can't push grandmother into an oven Her hair isn't long enough to climb so now they're stuck, one inside, one outside The wolf will trade his soul for magic beans and grow a stalk to climb, to reach but Red's already tried her hand at jumping she calculated for the tree that the hunter chopped down right as she pushed off Doomed to fall, Still the wolf reaches out to catch so they both come tumbling down cracking her princess crown They will fall, they will fall through the ground, into the rabbit hole and they will land in a land of pure imagination unknown
It will be almost dark there, under the weeping willow where they now stand Red will hold out the shattered pieces of her crown 'What have I done?' She will ask He will look away 'I shouldn't have come here.' They stand in battered armor, gleaming in the last shreds of light 'I'm sorry I made you fight' Red sighs, the wolf shrugs 'A deal's a deal' 'Of course' she nods
So what was her end of the deal?
sort of a response to Wordfreak (Backlash), sort of just twisted fairy tales