A/N: This is my first fanfiction, so please don't judge me too harshly if someone is OOC. I decided to write this because I always wondered what it would be like if my OC's were to go to Wonderland. This takes place in an AU where Alice never went to Wonderland, but instead, my characters went...Enjoy?

Rule 1: Never trust Rabbits (Even if they say they aren't)

Gabriel's POV:

I blink rapidly as I sit up, looking around myself. A large metal gate sits in front of me, a well-furnished mansion easily recognizable from behind the metal.

"Bloody 'ell?" I mutter as I start to stand up, rubbing my head all the while. "I was certain that I was not in front of a mansion the last time I was awake."

I run my fingers through my pink and lime-green hair, my confusion growing as I try to remember what happened.

Flashback

"OVER RULED!" Lynck yelled as he slammed his fist on the table, his blonde hair strewn a bit wildly around his face. "There is no fucking way you could have gotten all those aces in one go, Gabriel! It not fucking possible!"

I laughed loudly as I waved my cards in his face. "Read it and weep, bitch~" I say cheekily.

Jacklyne sat next to me, his shock silencing his voice.

"No way..." Maibee whispers as she messed with the edge of her khaki-colored skirt. "You actually beat me at cards."

Even Amber stared at me. "I never saw this one coming," she muttered as she played with the page of her book.

I laughed again. "Neither did I, my dear lesbian, but lookie, lookie, I got all aces~"

Saharey simply stared at me, her brunette hair messily covering her left eye.

Lynck continued yelling at me, and I kept spitting insults, and then...

End of flashback?

I hear a rustle from behind me. I quickly turn around, pulling out my gun at the same time.

"Who's there?" I say as bravely as I can.

"I could be asking the same thing." says a male voice as he reveals himself.

A man who's a bit taller then me comes out of the brush that I hadn't noticed behind me. His orange-ish locks compliment the purple scarf he's got around his neck. And...

"Are those bunny ears on your head?" I ask quietly as I lower my gun.

The man's face goes bright red, and he looks ready to blow a gasket.

"I'm not a rabbit!" he yells at me. "I just have long ears!"

I scoff. Yeah, sure, he's not a rabbit as much as I'm a D-cup.

"Sure, whatever you say buddy." I say quietly. "Anywho, you wouldn't mind helping me out, would you? I'm a bit..." I look for the proper words. "Unsure of where I am."

The man scoffs at me and pulls out a handgun. "I would help, but how do I know you're not a spy from a different territory?" He points the gun at my heart.

I put my hands up, dropping my gun in the process. My eyebrow goes up without meaning to. I mean, wouldn't you be suspicious too, if a not-rabbit-man pointed a handgun at you, accusing you of being a spy? Then again, what if they're playing a game of Mafia? That would make a bit of sense, I suppose.

I shrug at the rabbit man.

"I guess you have a point," I say with a broad smile. "Better to be safe than to be sorry, eh?"

It's his turn to be suspicious.

"So you're admitting you're a spy?" Mr. Rabbit Man says catiously, his hand never leaving his gun.

"No," I say cheerfully. "I'm just saying that you're a smart guy for taking the precaution. After all, I bet I look as strange to you as you look to me. So, it's only right to be suspicious."

He still looks confused.

"You make no sense. You're smiling even though I'm about to kill you."

I shrug. "Yeah, but I am having fun mind-fucking you, Mr. Rabbit~"

He looks pissed again. "I'm not a rabbit," he says through gritted teeth.

"Well, maybe if you told me you're name, I wouldn't have to call you a rabbit, Mr. Rabbit~"

He sighs. "I'm Elliot. Elliot March," he says frustratedly.

I smile. If he's playing Mafia, he's an idiot. One of the first rules is to not give your name to anyone that could be an enemy!

"Oh, well, I'm Gabriel Elizabeth. Nice to meet ya, Mister March~!" I say gleefully.

Elliot lowers his gun at this new info.

"Wait...does that mean you're an outsider?" Elliot asks.

I shrug. "Depends, what do you mean by outsider?"

He puts his gun back into the pocket of his navy blue jacket, sighing again as he extends a hand out to me.

"Nevermind, just come with me, I need to tell Blood we have a guest," Elliot mutters.

I put my hands down at my sides, stuffing them into the pockets of my black dress.

"Lead the way," I say quietly.

He lowers his hand and begins walking. I stay about 10 steps behind him. After all, I've never trusted rabbits, even if they don't admit that they are rabbits.