A/N: Thanks to Haddad Hatter for the idea.
-MN1
'Maybe it's the whole Kingsley family,' I thought to myself. 'Maybe it's in my blood that I'll be dragged along with an odd assortment of characters throughout Wonderland.'
'Or maybe it's just me.'
Before this whole mess started.
"Careful Addie!" I said, barely catching the little girl before she fell out of a tree. "Alicia, where are you?"
"Over here with Dressie!" Alicia said, running around my girlfriend, the Dressmaker. Though I'd apologized for how my sisters always bugged her, Dressmaker didn't seem to mind. In fact, she loved my sisters. It'd been nearly a year or two since we'd defeated the Red Joker (time passes by so oddly in Wonderland I can't keep track) and I'd been taking it easy with my girlfriend and sisters, along with Alice; the Cheshire Cat; my grandfatherfather/hatmaking best friend, the Hatter (Alice and the Hatter had gotten married in a notably odd wedding); the White Queen. I am the Queen's right-hand man and expert on modern Alice-Land.
You see, time between Alice-Land and Wonderland is completely messed up. I could wait a hundred years and arrive before I actually arrived at Wonderland. So, nobody travels. On looks, I'd like to say I've changed since I've arrived at Wonderland, but I haven't noticed much of a change (besides getting a little bit of a tan, and some scars from the explosion when I destroyed the Red Joker's city.)
"Abbott!" The Hatter shouted, running to us like he was being chased by a Jabberwocky.
"Hatter, what's up?" I asked.
"We've got a card in the Castle." Hatter said, out of breath.
"A card? What is he?" I asked.
"What are they, you mean. There's two cards. Actually, there's fifty-two in a deck, and several of each type, like-" Hatter began.
"Hatter, focus. What are the two cards?"
"A Red Ace and a Black Spade." Hatter panted.
"Man, you got out of shape." I chuckled.
"Look at you. Got yourself a bit of a belly from eating the Dressmaker's cooking." Hatter said.
"Alright, back to business. I'll see what the cards are doing. Love, make sure my sister's will be okay." I said.
"It's going to be fine, Abby." Dressmaker said.
'No, Love, it is definitely not going to be fine.' The chill up my spine said.
"Just in case, right?" I smiled.
"Don't get blown up!" Adelaide said.
"Or stabbed!" Alicia said.
"I'll make sure I don't get blown up, or stabbed. To death, at least." I said. "Minor stabbings'd be fine, right?"
"Abbott!" Dressmaker scolded.
"Sorry." I smiled, giving her a quick peck on her licorice-black lips that turned to something much more (well, would've, but Hatter literally pulled me away by my red-velvet jacket, though he made sure that the hat on my head didn't fall off. He loved each hat he made like a child.)
Fun fact: When I first discovered that the Dressmaker's tongue was black, we were several months into our romance and kissing. Honestly, I never really thought about her tongue's color, because when we kissed it was hard to focus on anything, really.
Right, back to the present.
"Hey, Hatter, do I keep you from kissing Mom?" I asked.
"You would, if there were Cards in the Castle!" Hatter said.
"Why was the C in cards capitalized in that sentence? That implies that they are going to be important characters in the story, which we don't know yet." I said.
Hatter laughed delightedly. "You don't look it, but Wonderland's in your blood now! I bet you can take a hit better too, now!"
"What? Wait, what did I ask you? What's going on?" I asked, right before I was literally thrown through the castle doors, sliding along the polished white until I bumped into Alice. "Oops." I said.