A/N: I would like to apologize for how bad this story is. I wanted to try writing in this comma-filled style, and while I had fun with it I don't like how it turned out. Besides the fact that the ending is the sappiest thing that I have ever written something else is on it, I can't figure out what though so help pin-pointing the problem would be appreciated. I would also love it if you could read my other stories, they're much better than this one.
Oh! And before I forget, Alice is referred to as 'he' in this. Mainly because the Hatter is always calling her a boy and I thought it was fitting. If it makes it too confusing, let me know.
Pacing his room, his large room, his work room, his lovely and absolutely mad room, the muttered to himself. He was wrong that vanishing cat, that mischeivous cat, that Chesher. Alice would return. She would return to Wonderland and everything would be right again, and straight again, and so very not mad again.
The time passed differently in Wonderland. One day could last 24 hours, or it could last a week, or a month, or just a few minutes or seconds, so his time system was always out of wack. Hatter really didn't know how long Alice had left, just that he was gone and Wonderland seemed a lot less wonderful.
It wasn't often that the Hatter got like this, what with all of the pacing and the muttering and the truly mad behavior. Yes, he was always crazy, always mad as the others called it, but it wasn't normally this bad. Normally it was a 'happy mad'. This was just him being truly furious.
How dare that mongrel of a cat tell him that Alice wasn't returning? How dare that little beast think that? The lad had promised to return, so return he would! The Hatter knew this so why didn't the Cheshire Cat?
He paused in front of his mirror, his hatting mirror, his working mirror, the mirror that had been given to him by the White Queen the day she welcomed him back into her Court. A ridiculus thought if he ever had one, Alice not returning that is. A promise was a promise was a promise was a promise and he had promised to return. There for he would.
It was just a matter of time and the Hatter knew that, even so, he had trouble waiting. He had never been a patient man, but then from his knolwedge most mad people weren't, and he did wish that his Alice would return.
His train of thoughts came to a halt, and being as he always pictured that to be a large rapid moving train, blue and not red because red trains just weren't as good as blue trains, that was a deal in itself. When had his thoughts started calling her 'his Alice' and not just 'Alice'? The day before the day before Frabjous Day he believed. He was no longer Alice, he was 'His Alice', and His Alice would come back.
With that thought now swiming in his mind, and a truly wonderful thought it was, he turned on his heel and marched from his room. Mad grin in place, hat where it should be, the Mad Hatter had only one goal in mind. He would go tell Chesher his theory and prove the little mongrel wrong. And then he would wait and wait and wait and wait for however long it took because it was Alice that he was waiting for. It was Alice, The Alice, Champion Alice, Wonderland's Alice, His Alice.