Alice A. Magic (the middle “A” also stands for “Alice”) is a cryptid reportedly seen waddling around some urban areas who has baffled what few experts cared enough to research him. Reports describe him as a feminine humanoid male towering at a whopping several inches tall. Despite the many biological discrepancies, he claims to be a “bunny” who “hatched from an egg”.

Alice is known to dress in doll clothes due to a lack of outfits made for his size, but it remains a mystery why he also goes out of his way to stylize his hair and put on make-up.

Alice is by no means as weak as his stature suggests; he is, in fact, much weaker, to the point where one might call it a Darwinian marvel that he’s still alive and breathing. On good days, he finds himself being harassed by local butterflies and ladybugs. Most days, however, are not good days- for you see, despite his physiological inferiority to virtually everything, Alice remains an optimistic, pure-hearted soul who wants nothing more than to be accepted by regular humans, who he is fascinated by and attracted to. Unfortunately for Alice, his luck is even less impressive than his strength and his intelligence, and humans who discover him tend to treat him as a funny speaking toy to abuse at best and an impromptu surgical frog at worst.

Alice is exceedingly easy to terrorize and abuse, and will do his best to run away when faced with danger, or, failing that, cry a lot. He can, however, be very easily mindbroken into becoming a sniveling masochistic mess who will try to stay with the human tormenting him at the moment out of senseless desire, or alternatively be drained of all hope and joy and turn into a mindless husk with no energy to even attempt to run. Even at the most expert of hands, however, he cannot be broken into being sadistic or evil. A certain obscure urban legend does hint at the existence of an entity visually similar to Alice, except gigantic and overwhelmingly malicious, referred to by some as "Alice Alter", but few can bring themselves to entertain the notion of such an absurd creature existing.

His tears reportedly taste like vanilla. Intrigued by this bit of trivia, a group of hobbyists once captured him and sampled his tears, only to find that they actually taste like strawberries. A 3rd group supposedly captured him as well in order to settle the debate once and for all, only to find that his face was by that point too stained with human saliva to really pick up on the taste of his tears. “Anyway, his crying was getting loud, so I threw him into an open manhole”, one of the participating schoolgirls mused. “It was pretty funny.”