Emmy In Wonderland

Table of Contents

Chapter 1: Stupid Ideas

Chapter 2: Cheshire

Chapter 3: The Beginning

Chapter 4: A Certain Hatter

Chapter 5: Egos Can Be Dangerous Things

Chapter One: Stupid Ideas

"I make the good girls go bad!" I sang as I jumped around my room, sending tremors through the foundation of the apartment building my family was housed in. Of course the song ended, much to my dismay and Kiss 95.1 went to a six minute long commercial break that left me twiddling my thumbs, staring hopelessly out the window, thinking of what to do. That was until I saw a very peculiar thing. A pure white rabbit in a suit decorated with red hearts, holding a pocket watch, hopping along the snow covered courtyard between apartments.

"What the crap?" I blurted as I reached for my red jacket and matching scarf. "Mom, I'm going outside!" I yelled as I ran past my scatter-brained mother who was hurriedly folding clothes, so she wouldn't burn the chicken she had cooking in the toaster oven. She merely nodded as I opened the door to the outside world, which I rarely ever visited. If you saw my pale skin you would think I was a dead person, especially with my shoulder length brown hair, large brown eyes, and the dark circles beneath them. "Shit!" I hissed as a cold wind hit me in the face.

"Watch it, Emmy." My mother warned, her brown eyes hard and cold at the use of my language.

"Okay. Mother!" I snarled as I started back out to the courtyard. Hoping that the rabbit's tracks would still be visible, since the snow was falling fast, I started to run. Of course, I eventually figured out that was a bad idea, since I quickly tripped over a hidden tree root. "Aaarrrgh!" I yelled in anger, since I needed to find that stupid little bunny. I rolled over, since I was on my face before and saw the snow heading at me from all directions. It was really beautiful, to say the least. I giggled and started to make a snow angel. "Hehe! Snow angel! Snow angel!" I sang, until a pretty good sized piece of snow landed right on my eye. "Ack!" I screeched, frantically rubbing my eyes to clear away any foreign entities. As I was doing this I turned onto my left side, and there was the rabbit's tracks. "Hooray!" I yelled, happily as I leaped to my feet. Even as a fourteen year old I have my moments of child-like insanity. I ran again to where the tracks ended. At an old, dead tree with a large hole at the base. "Huh. It must be its home. I wonder if it would mind my hand coming for a visit." I blabbered to myself. I do that quite a lot. I find it helps to think better. I stupidly stuck my hand in the hole, and when I did I found it didn't have an immediate bottom. "What?" I asked myself, sticking my hand in further. When I did that, I still didn't find a bottom. I decided on another stupid idea then. I stuck my full one hundred pound, oversized, huge head inside the hole, and even after that I leaned in even more. "Must be some big-!" I started, but I fell into the hole in the middle of my sentence! I screamed as I fell past various objects. Lamps, couches, stereos, you name it, it was there! I started to sing my favorite song to try to ease my fright. "Tik tok on the clock, but the party don't stop, no! Oh, oh, ah, oh! Oh, oh, ah, BED!!!" I screamed as I saw a rapidly approaching bed! "Stop! Don't hurt ME!!!!" I yelled as my body made contact with the bouncy mattress and was quickly flung off, and sent rapidly down the hole. I saw a floor and it was going to squish me! "Oh boy! I love you Johnny Depp!" I whimpered as I prepared for my death, but surprisingly I wasn't squished into jelly! The floor was quite soft and bouncy. Like jelly! I bounced over to a table and saw a bottle and a key sitting on top of it. I picked up the bottle "What's this?" I wondered aloud. I turned it around and I saw a note. Drink me, it said. I stared, flabbergasted at the insane bottle. "Drink me? I ain't drinking you!" I said; quite angrily as I slammed it back down on the table. I walked, hopelessly around the room, and I found a door. But, it was tiny door. One that even the tiniest mouse couldn't fit through if it was anorexic. "Oh great! Now what do I do?"

Chapter Two: Cheshire

I was pacing uneasily around the odd tiled room, listening to the thumps of the items above me, when I heard someone snigger behind me.

"Who, what, when, where, who?" I mumbled as I half jumped, half spun around. When, I looked around there was no one there. "What the heck?" I breathed. "What is this place haunted or something?" I asked myself, as I looked behind me.

"No. That was me. Are you blind?" A voice said, but this time it was in front of me. It was male, that's all I knew. I spun around once again and found myself face to face with one of the most gorgeous beings I had ever seen. He had tan skin and biceps that looked about as big as my head. Along with that he had white, white teeth and dark brown hair. His face was blank, other than the huge smile he had plastered on it. There were a few things that were odd about him. He had two cat ears and a tail. They were purple with grey stripes. His face had long since lost the smile and had long since gained a look of impatience. "Yo! Lady! Are you awake in there?" He asked, tapping my cheek. This most definitely snapped me back into reality, especially since it was unwanted contact from a complete stranger.

"AAH!!! Don't touch me! Who are you? And where am I?" I screeched, slapping his hand away from me. He cradled his hand against his chest as he looked up at me.

"Ow." He whimpered. Oh, for the love of cheese and crackers!

"Please! It didn't hurt and you didn't answer my questions!" I said lazily, as I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. He then mimicked me, and added an over exaggerated sigh. I'm gonna kill this kid…cat…thing!

"Fine. This little door is the entrance to Underland, and I'm the iconic Cheshire Cat, happy?" He snapped, as his ears flattened in annoyance and his tail twitched. "You can call me Cheshire or Cat or C.C, if you want." He added, suddenly seeming very friendly, as if he all of a sudden found me attractive.

"Are you bipolar or something?" I asked, stupidly saying what I thought I was thinking. He suddenly hissed, and his eyes narrowed.

"Why would you think that, little oyster?" He growled as he advanced towards me.

"Well, hell!" I mumbled, as I backed up until my back was on a wall and Cheshire was inches away from me. "What's an oyster?" I gulped as I attempted to become part of the wall. Epic Fail.

"Obviously." Cheshire snarled, actually beginning to sound like a cat. I gave him a quizzical look. How did he know that? "I can read minds and you said it." He answered, crossing his arms and backing up a bit. I was a little offended by what he did next. He looked me up and down, practically drooling on himself. I felt like I had on no clothes, like his gaze was going through my outfit and right down to the skin. I felt the need to change the subject.

"So…is there another way to get into Wonderland other than drinking that?" I asked, signaling to the insane "Drink Me" bottle. Cheshire looked back at the table, and grinned mischievously. Oh! Mother of PEARL! What is he THINKING?!

"Let me give you a piggy back ride and you'll find out." He answered, turning back to me, his arms behind him. I exploded.

"WHAT??????????!!!!!!!! Are you SERIOUS???????!!!!!!! I don't trust you enough to even let you look after my mother!!!!!!!" I screamed, charging at him now, but I was taken aback when I found my feet were no longer on the ground. "What the f-?" I growled, I looked down and found Cheshire was holding me by my shoulders with a very angry look on his face. "Oh boy." I murmured to the air.

"Don't even try to attack me again, because I could snap your neck in a millisecond! Got it?" Cheshire roared, shaking me. Man, he is scaring me!

"Oh! I am?" He whispered, looking suddenly worried. I nodded eyes wide.

"I'm sorry. Now can we finish our little journey?"

Chapter 3: The Beginning

"Excuse me?" I asked incredulously as my eyebrows shot upwards, "Little journey?" I continued quoting the air as I said "little journey." Cheshire simply nodded and flung me onto his back. "Hey! Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!" I stuttered quickly, as I let my feet dangle in the air. I felt, more than heard him sigh.

"We can't get started on said little journey if you don't hold onto me right." He groaned, hoisting me up higher onto his back. I can't believe this, but I almost felt embarrassed by this. I mean I did have my boobs squished up against his back!

"Hold onto you right?" I asked, completely clueless as to what he meant. His head bowed and his body shook as he tried to suppress his laughter. This was a short faze, and he soon regained control on himself.

"Like this." He stated as he grabbed both of my thighs and put them securely around his waist. This was a complete utter surprise to me, and I jumped a little bit as he did this.

"Yipe!" I yipped, feeling very warm in my face. I was sure that I was a red as a tomato. "Don't touch me like that!" I whined, feigning crying.

"Oh, shut up." Cheshire groaned before there was a popping sound and I felt a great tugging sensation. I squeezed my eyes shut and screamed bloody murder, not having the slightest clue as to what was happening. Once we had stopped spinning Cheshire let go of my legs and let me fall to the ground, right on my back. I stopped screaming and started laughing instead. When hyper with adrenaline I laugh hilariously. I swear I need to go to a loony bin. I was laughing so hard that I wasn't making a single sound, but for a snort every now and then.

"Wow. You're as mad as he is!" Cheshire mused, sweeping a hand over his hair as he rolled his eyes. This got me laughing even harder for some reason.

"I prefer the term 'mentally hilarious!'" I snorted, trying my best to catch my breath. I don't know where I came up with that. Cheshire picked me up by my shoulders and shook me playfully.

"Keep it together woman!" He yelled, his ears twitching at some distant sound. Apparently that distant sound wasn't a good one because he dropped me and threw me behind a large bush that seemed to have many faces.
"Stay here. Go to the Hare and the Hatter. Just over that hill in the meadow below." He murmured, leaning close to me. So close that I could smell his breath and feel it on my face. I was looking deep into his eyes and found that I had a weird fluttery feeling in my stomach and found myself leaning closer still to him.

"When do I leave, Chess?" I whispered, feeling the ground shaking because of a very big something running towards us. Tears were forming in my eyes. For some reason, I didn't want him to leave me.

"After the Bandersnatch and I disappear, Emmy." He said, almost lazily as he leaned in, even more. His nose brushed onto mind and his lips grazed mine. It was hardly a kiss, but was still one. "Stay here until that happens. Okay?" He asked, nodding his head, as if hoping to answer for me.

"Okay. Okay." I whispered as a fearsome creature that must have been the Bandersnatch came galloping up closer and closer to us. I freaked. "WHAT is THAT??!!" I screamed as Chess pushed me deeper into the bush as it screeched,

"The Bandersnatch! The Bandersnatch!" The flowers shook in their stalks, and whimpered as if they were babies. The trees were being torn apart by the Bandersnatch's giant claws and jaws, and Chess kept appearing and disappearing, and trying to grab a hold of what I now call 'Big Ugly.' Chess was flung on the ground and I gasped when he was almost crushed by Big Ugly's paw, but he somersaulted out of the way just in time. He ran behind Big Ugly and grabbed his tail. He waved a goodbye to me and disappeared, taking the Bandersnatch with him. I slowly got up from behind my talking bush and realized that the trees weren't trees. They were mushrooms. Huge…mushrooms.

"Now. Over the hill and in the meadow below it. Over the hill and in the meadow below it." I chanted to myself, making my way through the wood that was actually trees. The whole walk I was thinking about Chess, and I knew that it was only the beginning.

Chapter 4: A Certain Hatter

Once I had reached the top of the hill I looked down and saw a ginormous table, or many of them pushed together, and a few people sitting in some chairs. Well, one person and one h- The Hare and the Hatter!

"Hey!" I yelled as I started running down the hill at a great speed. Eventually I tripped and ended up rolling down the hill instead. "Weeee! That was fun!" I giggled as I got up and turned to face the tea party made up of only two beings and a hell of a lot of chairs.

"Who's this?" A squeaky voice said, and I was sure that it wasn't the Hare or the Hatter because they still seemed wrapped up in a conversation about something called a Jabberwocky, someone called Alice, and something called the Frabulous Day. I gasped when I saw a little mouse creature staring at me with wild eyes. When I didn't answer she took out a tiny sword and jabbed my finger with it.

"Ow! Um, I'm Emmy Roland from up the rabbit hole." I stammered, wringing my hands nervously as I looked down at my outfit. My hot pink tank top, fuchsia cropped jacket, neon green and orange skinny jeans, sky blue high-tops, the red jacket and scarf, and my Hot Topic black choker necklace and top hat were trashed with grass stains. "Awww! SHIT! This was my favorite f-ing outfit and now it's trashed!" I yelled, getting a slight English accent in my speech. The mouse gasped at me and the Hare and the Hatter were drawn out of their conversation. I have to say. The Hare was, well, a Hare! And the Hatter, well, he looked…oddly sexy! He had a giant top hat on, it was so worn that the leather was poking out from underneath the green felt, he had this huge poof of bright orange hair (tons more orange than my pants), and neon green eyes (my pants looked dull compared to these). On the hat there were numerous nick-knacks and a pink scarf. I found I liked this guy's sense of style. He was badly mis-matched. Like me!

"Who are you again? Would you like some tea?" He asked, not giving me time to answer either question because he soon started pouring me some tea without waiting for me to say yes or no.

"I'm Emmy Roland. And yes I would like some tea. I love tea. TEA!!!!!" I went on, on a word rampage. I blinked twice and smiled a very toothy grin after I was done.

"Well, good! It's Earl Grey." He announced, as he stood up on the table, walked on it and gave the tea to me.

"I love Earl Grey!" I squealed before I took a quick taste and found it had the right amount of sugar in it. "You're the Hatter, right?" I asked as he sat down in the chair next to me. He nodded, and I smiled. "I knew because of your hat!" I said, tapping its brim. He looked at me from the corner of his eye and smiled. Then, his face lit up even more, if that was possible.

"Do you know Alice?" He asked, hopefully, practically jumping in his chair. My mind was clouded with confusion. Alice who?

"Who?" I asked in a very stupid tone, and the Hatter's smile faded and was replaced by a look of sadness.

"Alice. The Alice from up the rabbit hole." He told me, his voice becoming fainter with each word. A sad thought clouded my mind.

"When was she last here?" I wondered out loud, trying to have a comforting tone in my voice. Whoever Alice is or was, the Hatter must have a very strong feeling towards her.

"Six months ago, I think. Me and Marchy were just talking about how she slayed the Jabberwocky and got the Bloody Big Head banished to the outlands. She must still be up where you are." He answered, in a very helpless and hopeless tone. Poor guy.

"Do you know what year it was in our world? Up there?" I questioned again, trying to maintain my composure. Hatter's face was so torn and heartbroken that I just wanted to cry, yet try to comfort him in any way.

"I think she said once. It-it-it…was…eighteen ninety six?" He stuttered, tears forming in his large eyes. I gasped. She was not still in my world! No she was not! I delicately put my hand on his shoulder, and looked up at him with tears about ready to be streaming down my face.

"I'm sorry to be the one to tell you this, Mr. Hatter. But, um Alice, is well, she's, um, she's dead." I cried, still trying to control my emotions. I didn't dare look at the Hatter because I would surely go into a mad explosion of crying and heartbreak for the poor guy. Why am I acting like this? I don't even know him or Alice! This is all so friggin confuzzling! I thought shaking my head a minuscule amount. The mouse, Hare, and the Hatter were deathly silent until there was a commotion in the trees around the tea table and a shrill screech. I assumed the worst: Big Ugly.

"It's Mr. Big Ugly Bandersnatcher thingy!" I yelped, diving beneath the table, saying "Duck for cover! Duck for cover!" The screech ensued again and it was followed by the rattling of chains.

"No. It is not, young Emmy. I know that screech from anywhere." Hatter spoke in a thick Irish brogue, pulling me out from underneath the table, and setting me back in my chair. "That would be the Bloody Big Head, and the Knave!" He growled, still having the brogue, as he pulled a sword from a scabbard on his belt.

Chapter 5:

Egos Can Be Dangerous Things

"Who's the Bloody Big Head? And who's the Knave?" I called as Hatter went stomping into the woods towards the sound. It was silent, save for the sound of my and the other's breathing.

"This is the Bloody Big Head, whose head is not so big anymore. And that is the Knave." Hatter answered, the brogue gone, pulling two people out of the woods. The first was a woman, whom I assumed to be the so called Bloody Big Head, and the second was a man, whom I assumed to be the Knave.

"Let go of me! Let GO!!!!" The woman screamed, trying to wrestle out of Hatter's grip. She proved to be weak, and very fragile. Probably from being banished, after all. The man merely looked as though he would rather be dead than here. Hatter's eyes turned a blazing orange color and he yanked the woman to a stop, which caused the man to stop, because they were shackled together.

"Stop your fruitless struggling already, Iracebeth. It is only very annoying, and not working for my anger issues or yours." He ordered, the brogue returning, as he stared Iracebeth right in the eyes. Her face lost its color and she swayed forward a little bit.

"I don't feel very good, Hatter." She murmured, bowing her head, letting her hair fall over her face.

"We haven't eaten in a week." The man continued for her in a bleak monotone of a voice.

"The queen said not to show you any kindness or even talk to you, so you're lucky I'm doing that." Hatter snarled at the man.

"Please, Tarrant." Iracebeth pleaded, swinging her face back up to look into his eyes before she collapsed forward into him. Hatter or Tarrant's face turned from one of anger to one of sympathy. His eyes turned back to neon green and he took out his sword again, while trying to keep Iracebeth from falling on the ground.

"Hatter don't!" I screamed as he raised the sword, but I was relieved when he cut the shackles instead of her. He lifted Iracebeth up and swung her over his shoulder.

"Damn." He mused as he did so. "She's as light as a feather. Are you sure you haven't been starving her for more than a week, Stayne?" Hatter called over his shoulder as he opened the door to a house I hadn't noticed before. It was old and looked like it had Hare ears on it.

"Come on Emmy. I'll need your help." Hatter called, and I followed him faithfully into the house and closed the door behind me.

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