1. Alice Madness Returns Bottles Chapter 1 2
2. Alice Madness Returns Levels
3. Alice Madness Returns Bottles Chapter 1 5
4. Alice Madness Returns Bottles Chapter 1 2

Jul 10, 2011 Bottles are similar to memories, but there isn't any dialogue after collecting them. All bottles look like a normal bottle with a note inside. There are 83 Bottles hidden throughout the game. Collecting all the silver bottles in a chapter unlocks concept art while collecting all the gold bottles unlocks character biographies. Chapter 1- 18 Bottles.

Reflections of Madness

Chapter 1: Lingering Pains

All that she heard was the annoying sound of the ticking grandfather clock, its pendulum moving back and forth in its neverending swinging. Boy, she wished she could tear that stupid pendulum off and toss out the window into the street below. Someone would likely get hit, but at least she would be free of that irritating thing.

Hold on. The ticking had slowed down. No, it was gone. Silence. Perhaps the doctor had stopped it and thrown the whole damn clock out of the window. All there was now was darkness.

That was until a key appeared. Attached to a chain. It swung back and forth like the pendulum for a moment until it came to a stop. She couldn't see anything apart from that key. Why did it look so familiar? Her thoughts left her as more keys appeared, all with their own unique designs. Whoever made them must be a master craftsman.

Pocketwatches dropped down from somewhere above, their clock hands spinning around in both directions. Their gears churning and spinning. Like they would fly right out and fly right through her brain. Beyond the gears was a room. A dark, dingy-lit room where she sat, facing her old friend. Or enemy. Or whatever side he was on. The blasted Hatter. Always mad about tea, and time, and asking daft questions about ravens and writing desks.

The familiar voice of her doctor spoke up from the darkness.

What do you see, Alice?

That blasted Hatter again. Trying to dupe me into drinking poison. Oh, great, now he's going to shove a saw through my legs. Lovely.

Come now, Alice. It's only a dream.

It's not a dream…it's a memory. And it makes me sick!

The vision faded into darkness, as several fish swam by. Wait, fish? Was she underwater? And if so, why were there cards swimming about? A new breed of fish?

Now focus. Wait, you're floating again. Weightless, like a cipher. Relax.

Relax? That would be a welcome activity. The only problem was that a million or so card guards were beating the hell out of one another on a bloody battlefield. The monstrous castle owned by that abomination towered behind them, exploding into flames and obliterating all those on the battlefield.

Fire…I'm in hell!

And there she was. That monstrous queen. Sitting on her throne, smirking at her with a horrible mouth and psychotic eyes of the deepest madness. The queen threw open her mouth. Darkness crept in, revealing a face. The Hatter's. He threw open his mouth too. Another face. Her own. Screaming silently in her own insanity. She had to escape. Get away from it. Those memories.

Forget it. Abandon that memory. It's unproductive. Go to Wonderland.

More darkness again. A single ray of what was likely moonlight shone in the darkness, as a figure entered pushing a wheelchair. The large-headed doll in the wheelchair kicked about like the child it was, whilst the bearded centaur pushed her in silence. That was until the doll burst into flames and exploded. A little girl emerged from the flames of the doll, clutching a one-eyed toy rabbit. It was herself again. As a child. Eight years old. Before her life ended.

I'm trapped in my past!

The flames. The flames that burnt her house to the ground. Took her family from her. Well, most of it anyway. She could see them. Roasting alive in the flames, but waving to her like it was a regular occurrence. The whole house vanished in the flames, as the hulking form of the dragon-like Jabberwock emerged, heading straight for her.

No, Alice. Discard that illusion. Forget it! Go to Wonderland.

I'd rather not, Doctor. My Wonderland is shattered. Its dead to me.

Your preference doesn't signify. Now, Alice, where are you?

The flames and monster vanished, as buckets of water poured into the darkness, creating a river lined with green trees. The sun shone down brightly. She found herself in a boat sailing downriver, accompanied by some familiar and not so familiar faces. One was the White Rabbit, dressed in his finest and for once not consulting his stupid pocketwatch. The other two were a mystery to her. One was an owl with very peculiar eyes, and the other was a cat. Not her cat though, but a feline all the same. And what kind of imbecile paints a boat in the colour of mushy peas.

I'm sailing with a friend. And some other acquaintances I do not know. Maybe I recall them from a poem I read, but…this place seems different. It has changed.

Change is good. It's the first chain in forgetting.

She looked on at the White Rabbit. He started shaking violently like he was freezing cold or something. That's when she noticed the blood coming out of his furry mouth.

Are you mad?

Mad? I certainly am not.

Rabbit? Are you alright?

The White Rabbit? What's he doing there?

She ignored the voice talking, fully concerned for the White Rabbit. His eyes bulged out of his head, ears twitching erratically. The owl and cat seemed oblivious to the rabbit's hysteria.

Is something wrong?

Something…wrong! Rather! Alice, what have you done!

Suddenly, the White Rabbit's head exploded, popping like a zit. A fountain of blood burst out of his body, flying everywhere and quickly drenching Alice and the oblivious owl and cat in red. The cat suddenly let out a shriek and turned to look at her…as his head caved in. Like his whole face had been vacuumed down his throat. He fell limb and tumbled off the boat into the now churning red-dyed water below. She screamed, turning her attention to the owl. His eyes warped random colours as his whole head melted off.

No, not that!

The White Rabbit's fountain of blood turned black, melting his body down into a pool of muck which flooded the boat. She leapt up in horror.

Don't struggle, Alice. Let whatever is occurring emerge.

She watched in horror as a tidal wave formed out of the river ahead, made out of strange black oily liquid and a swarm of doll faces, randomly doll limbs flailing around like they were trying to escape. The wave crashed over the boat and capsized it. She went under. Into the blood and oil. Limbs grasped at her. All she could was scream as her face was torn apart. A figure with maddened eyes appeared out of the darkness of the river, throwing out a hand as a massive steam hammer shot right through it, and smashed its way through her chest.

MY MIND IS IN RUIN!

Enough, Alice! Come back from the darkness. Listen for the chiming. Listen!

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Alice snapped open her eyes and had to squint from the bright light that filled her sockets. The vision focused, revealing the dull scenery of Doctor Bumby's office. The sky outside was the same grey and black, likely from the factories down the road. Another typical day in London. Alice looked about at her surroundings, taking it all the dull sights, including that annoying clock. Damn, she wanted to throw that stupid thing out of the window.

'There, Alice. Better now aren't we?' said the voice of her doctor.

Alice looked over to the desk where Doctor Bumby stood, a middle-aged man with a thick beard and a pair of circular spectacles balanced on his nose. He looked at her with his silvery eyes. Like the moon they were. She hated his eyes. So intrusive and staring. If she had the Vorpal Blade, she would've considered gauging them out.

'My head was torn apart and there's a steam hammer in my chest!' she snapped back, sitting up from the chair she sat in. She put a hand to her head, hoping to forget what she had just experience. This happened every session with Dr. Bumby, and it was getting her nowhere. How could Dr. Wilson be associated with a psychiatrist as useless as Bumby?

'Yes, well, the cost of forgetting is high,' replied Dr. Bumby, obviously unsympathetic to her suffering.

'My memories make me vomit, what can I—' spoke Alice, about to go into another rant.

'Remember other things,' said Dr. Bumby sharply, removing himself from the edge of his desk and walking past Alice to glance out of the window.

'I want to forget. Who would want to be imprisoned alone by their broken memories?' said Alice angrily.

'Don't fret, I'll set you free Alice,' replied Dr. Bumby. 'Memories are a curse more than a blessing.'

'So you've told me. Many times,' said Alice, already at the end of her tether.

'And again I'll say that the past must be paid for,' said Dr. Bumby, leaving the window and sitting on an armchair opposite Alice. She made contact briefly with his eyes, and then looked away from them in disgust. 'Now before our next session, go collect some pills from the high street chemist. Alright?'

Alice sat in silence for a moment. What a horrible decision. Suffer more from these dreaded memories or down some more disgusting pills. She swore after leaving Rutledge Asylum that she would never take medicine ever again. Nevertheless, one was better than the other in comparison.

'Very well, Doctor,' said Alice quietly, rising to her feet and heading for the door without giving her doctor a second glance.

Alice went to the door and opened it, finding a young boy around ten or eleven waiting outside. The boy Charlie grinned at Alice excitedly.

'My turn to forget Alice,' said Charlie, and with a grin he rushed into the room, hopping down on the seat Alice was on.

'Now, Charlie, your Pa was hung for murdering your Ma, who beat you,' said Dr. Bumby. 'Let's forget that terrible memory, shall we? The past is dead.'

Alice hovered in the doorway for a moment, glancing at Charlie. He was lucky. He wasn't in an asylum for ten years. Sighing to herself, Alice shut the door and walked off down the hallway of the Houndsitch Orphanage for Wayward Youth. She had been here for several months now, after making some tough decisions in her life after leaving the asylum.

She passed by the boy's bedroom. One of the boys, Ollie, called out of her as she passed.

'Alice, the loo smells foul!' he cried as Alice entered with a frown.

'Worse than your room?' she asked. Ollie poked his tongue out at her.

'Oi, you pinched my smalls!' cried another boy, Leonard, from across the room. He was looking under his bed.

'No, I didn't!' shouted back Ollie.

'Don't start a fight, just wear bloomers,' said Alice.

'He took them, Alice,' snapped Leonard. 'Frisk him!'

'Do I look like your nurse maid or something?' said Alice, and she stomped out of the room, leaving the two boys to settle their own argument. They did judging by the ruckus that followed.

Alice walked down the flight of stairs and headed for her room. She stumbled suddenly, seeing a toy train had been left in the middle of the floor. Grumbling to herself, Alice kicked the toy train aside and entered her room. Having her room in the orphanage was the only real highlight of her stay. Slipping onto her bed she looked up at a photo that hung on the wall. A family photo that had survived the fire. In it was her father, looking stern and proud, her mother in all her beauty. And her sisters of course, the eldest Lorina who was the only blonde in the family, and middle sister Lizzie, completely obsessed with looks but still Alice's best friend all the same. She missed them all terribly. Granted her sister Lorina was alive, having been with her fiancé at the time of the fire. But she came looking for Alice, and cared for her in the final days of her time in Rutledge Asylum. After that, things went a bit out of whack.

She was moved into Lorina's house on the outskirts of London, meeting her husband Raoul. While a nice gentleman, Alice wasn't entirely sure her new brother-in-law was entirely loyal to her sister. Most notably during a dinner party where she caught him behind the shrubbery kissing a mysterious woman. She remembered the incident well.

Alice rounded a large bush and came across her brother-in-law kissing a woman quite passionately.

'Raoul!' she asked.

Raoul jumped in shock, realising the situation he was in. Parting from the young woman, he waved her away. The woman fled but Alice had already memorised her face.

'Alice! I...uh…Millicent is an old friend…she's French,' said Raoul. 'They always greet people that way.'

'Yes, I'm sure the French kiss for that amount of time,' said Alice angrily, folding her arms.

'You won't tell your sister, will you?' Raoul asked innocently.

'I don't see why not,' replied Alice. 'Aren't you happy with your marriage?'

Raoul looked quite taken back by this.

'No, of course not. We're happily married. It's just, well…' said Raoul.

Alice approached Raoul, eyes blazing.

'Don't even think of going behind my sister's back,' threatened Alice. 'Or I'll come down on you so fast; you'll need a water tank every time you need visit the toilet.'

'Now, look—' began Raoul, but fell silent as Lorina rounded the corner, dressed in a beautiful dress.

'What are you two up to?' asked Lorina, oblivious to the tension. Alice and Raoul exchanged guilty expressions.

'Oh, we saw a white rabbit and came to investigate,' Alice lied. 'Right, Raoul?'

Raoul raised his brow at Alice in surprise, but nodded sheepishly.

'I see. Raoul, your abusing your guests, come and say hello to some people,' said Lorina, offering a hand to her husband.

'Yes, dear,' said Raoul, taking her hand and sharing a kiss with her.

Lorina and Raoul left, the latter turning to Alice to give a thankful glance.

And then came the memory which Alice made either the nicest or dumbest decision in her life. Walking into the drawing room, Alice caught Lorina and Raoul in a heated argument. It quickly became clear that her sister was with a child, but the problem was space. There would not be enough room for the whole family to stay in the house. And that's when Alice made her choice.

'I'll go.'

'What?' asked Lorina in surprise. 'But, Alice.'

'There won't be enough room if I'm here. Where would you chid sleep?' asked Alice. 'I'll move out for the sake of your child. I don't want to be a burden.'

'Alice…'

After that it all went downhill. Alice found out the bank had liquidised her inheritance, and while having some familiar connections within the vicinity of London, Alice ended up turning to Nurse Pris Witless, a former employee of Rutledge Asylum, for help. Next thing she knew, she was placed in the orphanage under the care of Dr. Bumby and undergoing his horrible sessions of hypnosis, suffering from her dreaded memories and flashes of mental horror.

Alice sat up from her bed, hearing a loud blaring noise from outside. Alice hopped off her bed and went to the window, looking out to the Victorian London buildings beyond. A large factory rose up in the distance, releasing black clouds of smoke into the grey sky. Alice recalled her mission to find the high street chemist.

She headed for the door but then noticed her appearance in a mirror. She looked dishevelled and downtrodden. Her beautiful hair had become short, only going just past her shoulders, are dirty and unkempt. She had managed to hold onto her necklace, the pendant now shaped like the Greek symbol for Omega. Her skin was pale, and huge bags rested under her faded emerald eyes, having not gained much sleep during her time in the orphanage. Her clothes were no better too, now wearing a grotty blue dress with a loose apron, coloured with faded blue and white. The dress had striped sleeves that covered most of her arms but the dress' short size left part of her forearms exposed. She more itchy socks, and the cheapest shoes Nurse Witless could get her. She had left her old dress at home after she moved out. What a bright idea that was.

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Alice made out way into the front room of the orphanage, where several of her fellow orphans played with a dollhouse. One girl had discarded parts of a doll across the floor and giggled as one of the boys tripped over and smacked his face hard on the wooden floor. Alice ignored them as she exited the orphanage, stepping out into the street of Victorian London. The foul stench of the industrial smoke filled her nostrils, causing Alice to grimace.

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'Another day, another dream perhaps,' she spoke to herself, looking up at the towering buildings.

Alice sighed to herself and made her out of the gates of the orphanage. The Houndsitch Orphanage was a very old building, under desperate repair and looked like it was on the verge of collapsing if one child inside took a run across one floor to the other. As Alice walked past the orphanage, she frowned at the oversized sign of the orphanage, particularly at Dr. Bumby's oversized title underneath. The doctor had quite the ego, which came as no surprise, judging by the large portrait of him hanging in the main room. Alice would have very much liked to have slashed the portrait and burn it in the fireplace. His hypnosis methods were useless in her eyes. He acted like he was the greatest doctor of medicine in the world. He only started up the orphanage ten years ago, and he acted like he ran a castle.

Walking down the streets of Victorian London was very sombre and depressing feeling. Children sat or even slept on the streets, unlucky compared to Alice, although she felt like them. Every corner you turned was either a prostitute or some dodgy salesman flashing stolen and broken goods at you. Armies of filthy factory workers walked to and from work on a daily basis, the Industrial Revolution are thrown London to the sharks, even though the factory owners claimed it was all in the name of progress. Alice avoided cab drivers at all costs, having repeatedly witnessed aristocrats being robbed of their possessions, their clothes, and one some occasions, their hair. It did not really improve Alice's mood when she passed by a violinist playing a depressing tune.

Alice passed by an alley way, but stopped, her attention caught by a small girl standing with her face to the wall. Alice managed to pick out the girl's mumbling, realising she was reciting some sort of nursery rhyme. But one she'd never heard before.

'The Sandman's coming in his train of cars, with moonbeam windows and with wheels of stars. So hush you little ones, you have no fear. The man in the moon is the engineer…'

This strange nursery rhyme sent chills up Alice's spine, but she drifted away from the alley and the peculiar girl. She entered Whitechapel Market, the biggest shopping district in the east end of London. Alice hated the market's smells, they made her feel nauseous. Particularly the Sam and Ella Butchers, where the butchers seemed to be more interesting in making gory messes out of the meat they sold rather than sorting them out properly. Across from the butchers was the Flaming Stallion pub, one of the few nice places in the area, people going there to drown their sorrows and usually end up having a merry old sing-along.

As she passed by the door of the pub, it was flung open and a scraggily white cat came flying out, landing on its feet.

'Stay out you darned cat, and if I ever catch you in here again you'll be strung up on the wall!' shouted a man from within the pub, slamming the door behind him.

The cat shook dirt off its fur and looked up to Alice as she knelt down to it, petting in on the head.

'Hello, puss, did you try to get a tab?' asked Alice. 'Don't be afraid.'

The cat meowed, pricking up its ears and looked off at something. The cat dashed off from Alice and disappeared down a dark backstreet. Alice watched it go. She felt the familiar sensation of curiosity spring up in her head, and she quickly found herself following the cat into an alley way.

'Following furry creatures into dark holes has become a habit,' said Alice to herself. 'I hope it is not a vice.'

Alice ventured into the alley, which was dark and oddly foggy. Likely thanks to the nearby factory which pumped out its choking fumes. Rounding a corner, Alice felt her chest tighten. The cat had disappeared. She was now alone in the foggy alley.

Walking down the alley, Alice looked high and low for the elusive white cat. She tensed up suddenly; under the suspicious she was being watched. No, scratch that. She was being followed. She could see nothing out of the corner of her eye, making her way into the widening alley until it came to a small yard. Alice braced herself and then spun around to confront her stalker. Her heart immediately dropped.

A figure dressed in black stood before her, flinching and moving unnaturally with sudden inhuman reflexes. In place of his head was a green-skinned reptile head, with eyes like the full moon, and an open mouth filled with rotting fangs. The head of the Jabberwock. Alice backed away, eyes widening in horror. She looked around her as more of these Jabberwock men literally materialised from the fog around her, all identical, and letting out horrible death rattles. They all surrounded Alice, forming a forever inclosing circle around her. A hand grabbed Alice by the shoulder, and she whizzed around to punch the one responsible.

However, as soon as she turned, the Jabberwock men were gone and in their place stood a squat, elderly woman with a hunched back and a large nose. This was Nurse Pris Witless, former nurse at Rutledge Asylum, always responsible for giving Alice her medicine. Alice hated that medicine. Nurse Witless recoiled in shock as Alice stopped herself from decking the old woman.

'Oh, my stars and garters, Alice Liddell,' cried Nurse Witless, breathing a sigh of relief. 'Squatting again, are we?'

Alice looked around her for any signs of the Jabberwock men. Nothing. Breathing a sigh of relief, Alice turned her attention to the elderly woman who stood before her.

'Nurse Witless…what luck,' said Alice, not entirely pleased to see her old nurse. 'Twice in as many months.'

'You look frazzled, deary,' said Nurse Witless, noting Alice's panicky eyes. 'Still not doing well?'

Although Alice did not entirely like Nurse Witless, with her babyish attitude towards her, her unpleasant smell which was like sticking one's head into a toilet filled with garlic and booze, and her obsession with drinking herself silly, she did believe she could confide in the old lady.

'No, not really…' sighed Alice, dropping her defensive barrier of moodiness. Nurse Witless nodded and took Alice by the arm, beginning to lead her out of the back alley.

'Well, come with me and have a look at me pigeons. Pretty birds, just like you,' said Nurse Witless.

'I don't hoot and flap about,' replied Alice sternly.

'Really? What about your last episode?' asked Nurse Witless flatly. Alice paused for a moment and rolled her eyes in irritation.

The two ventured out of the alley way back into the busy market streets. Nurse Witless glanced at Alice, who was looking about, looking for the troublesome white cat. Nurse Witless frowned with a mix of disappointment and slight compassion.

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Still a mess. No surprise.

Her kin roasted like chestnuts right before her eyes, poor lamb. After she failed to take her own life she wound up in Rutledge. Stuck there for ten years like a lifeless doll, occasionally screaming her head off. Sure she got out but look what good that did her.

Exiled herself from her sister's life, and now back in the madhouse with Dr. Bumby for company. The fool won't do any better. All these questions he keeps asking her about the fire and parts of her memory. Poor girl can't seem to recall what happened, keeps altering her tale.

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Don't I deserve some consideration? I got her place in Bumby's brat pack. Heck, I looked after her in Rutledge for crying out loud. Sure, she hated my medicine but I still cared for her. Besides, where would she have been without me! On the street selling her backside to any desperate scumbag who can't satisfy his wife.

I'm a good sort really and Alice likes me pigeons. However, money is a real pain in the old rear. The girl claimed the fire was her fault. I don't know if this is true or not, but the occasional donation from her keeps me silence in tact. Life's tough in this modern age, particularly for an old woman like me. Certain things have to be done in order to keep a living.

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Alice followed Nurse Witless up onto the roof of the grubby block of flats she lived in. A rather beautiful sunset shone over the rooftops and smoking chimneys of Victorian London, but that blasted factory churned out an endless jet of black smoke into the sky, blotting out the full beauty of the sunset.

Countless pigeons flocked and hovered about on the roof, most cooing and pecking at the bird seed Nurse Witless chucked aimlessly about. Alice noted the large amount of empty rum and brandy bottles about. Nurse Witless would be expecting another pay-up soon enough.

'Nurse Witless, do you plan to send me back to the asylum?' asked Alice. 'I know you'd go down to that level if I ran out of money.'

'I don't ask much from you, deary,' replied Nurse Witless, her back to Alice as she scattered more bird seed around. Pigeons flocked to it. 'I have a thirst you could photograph. I haven't had a drink for days and frankly I could tear your pretty head off!'

Alice blinked and stepped back as Nurse Witless dropped the bird seed she carried and keeled over. Her hunchback expanded and rose, until the cardigan she wore split apart as a pair of dragon wings sprouted out. Alice watched in shock as the elderly form of Nurse Witless shrivelled away and the ferocious form of the Jabberwock stood in her place, although he still wore the old bat's glasses. Alice screamed and backed away as the Jabberwock roared and came at her.

Alice threw up her hands, like she was wielding a knife. Then she realised there was nothing in her hands. She could only look on as the Jabberwock stomped right up to her, inches from her face. And then he spoke.

'Oh, Alice, you selfish, misbegotten and unnatural child,' he snarled. 'What have you done!'

And with that the floor beneath Alice's feet shattered and she tumbled down into darkness. She screamed as she somersaulted uncontrollably through the air, arms and legs flailing. Around her, she saw random but familiar objects fly by – table utensils, plates, tea cups, chairs, playing cards, croquet hammers and balls, a stuffed flamingo, pocketwatches and other objects. But then came odder objects – strange gears, machinery parts that looked like they belonged in a train, and doll heads. Endless doll heads.

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Fires burned around Alice as continued to tumble down the hole. Was she going to hit the ground soon? If she did would it be painful, and what awaited her at the bottom?

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Well the very fact that her dull, drained clothes had been disintegrating since she had been falling. She wore her old blue and white dress from her days in the asylum. Her striped stockings remained the same, but her rubbish shoes became stumpy black boots. Her short messy hair became longer and more colourful, reflecting her reddish-brown hair she had long ago. Her faded eyes became sparkling emerald green, and her 'Omega' necklace materialised around her neck. Then she knew. There was only one place she could go to make her look like this.

Wonderland.

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