Disclaimer: I don't own Alice in Wonderland. This sort of ties in with my story Through the Broken Looking Glass, but the ending doesn't. It's all based off a drawing I did of my version of the Hatter standing in his workshop. It's all told in his POV so enjoy and R and R both stories please.
I should have never believed her lies, but I did. I wanted to make Wonderland what I thought it should be, precise. The queen promised that she would do this, but she wanted me to create a new army for her. So with this in mind I created the Marionettes, from wood and clocks. I kept a few of the prototypes for myself to guard my shop and help me with my latest projects. This of course was just the beginning to what my ultimate sin would be. I began my transformation of Wonderland by changing the trees surrounding my home into towering grandfather clocks. My home, which once was filled with hats of all sorts, soon changed in to a workshop filled with cogs and springs. I was soon consumed with my obsession, but I still managed to enjoy tea with my friend, that is till my madness lashed out on them as well.
It was before things had gotten real bad, before the new Alice fell down the rabbit hole. I sat at my usually place at the head of the table, the March Hare and the Dormouse on either side of me chatting happily, or at least Hare was, Dormouse was asleep, waking up every now and then when Hare shouted loud enough. Neither knew I had that knife, till it was too late. I don't remember whom I attacked first; it is really all just a jumble to me. I saw the blood stain my cloths and the tablecloth; I heard the shattering of the tea sets, but it felt like I was somewhere else at the time. Afterwards, I moved their bodies to my workshop, and began what I thought was a positive transformation. I changed them into automatons, or at least I tried.
I had to repent for what I had done; I tried to do this by helping Alice through Wonderland. Oh, gods, how I loved her. I wanted to protect her from the Queen's wrath, but I couldn't even do that. Now, I'm alone with my creations, the Marionettes still loyal to me, and now I will join my friends. I clear of the workbench and lay on, and allow the puppets to do their task. It doesn't take long before my hearts beat is replaced by the ticking of a clock. They work quickly to finish the job before moving to my arm. When they finish, the Marionettes allow me to stand, first I look at my hand, it's now metal, with screws to join the joints but still move, I look further up my arm and see the metal extends to a few inches under my underarm, then satisfied with those results, with my good hand touch my back. I smile grimly as I feel the cogs moving, and the cool feel of the wires and springs. Now satisfied that all went well, I put my hat on, and head outside. There I take my place at the head of the table, with what's left of my friends and wait, for the day Wonderland is back to normal and they can see I've repented for my madness.
