Authoress' note: Well hello there everybody

Authoress' note: Well hello there everybody. It's nice to meet you all. I'm Hatter-chan. That's just my nickname, not because of my love of Alice in Wonderland…okay. That's part of it too but otherwise, I just like to go by that nickname. You know some days I really do find myself truly as mad as a hatter. Teehee. Okay then, you've all obviously come here for one reason, to read my fanfiction! Yay! Ahem.

Any-who, I hope you all enjoy the enthralling and darkly enchanted tale I have to offer you. So if you have any questions, flames, reviews, be sure to submit them after reading. Thanks.

Disclaimer 1: I do not own the rights to Alice in Wonderland. It is purely copyright of Lewis Carrol. The original characters: the Mad Hatter, the March Hare, The Cheshire Cat, The Dormouse, The White Rabbit, The Queen of Hearts, and of course an Alice are all owned by Lewis Carrol. The reference to Hatter Madigan from The Looking Glass Wars is just clearly for reference. I do not own the name. Thanks

However…I have my own character ownership too.

Disclaimer 2: This fanfiction I wrote is my original idea, please do not steal it. The original characters in this fan fiction: Harlequin Hatter, Henrietta Hare, Chevalier Cat, Delmont Dormouse, Reginald Rabbit, The Heart of Darkness, and of course the yet-to-be-named white heart' all belong to me.

Any rights I have violated, the admins of this site have the right to end my terms of service.

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"I do recall that the momewraths are especially vicious today." The purple tabby tail swished back and forth lazily across the table as chardonnay colored eyes followed the ball of yarn that kept rolling around in front of them. The magenta colored body wiggled back and forth before he finally pounced for the ball of yarn only to have it disappear under a rather large top hat and he crashed face first into a teapot. Hot chai tea spilled over his ears and stained the violet stripes on his wool sweater. His face…priceless.

The top hat lifted up to reveal that the maroon colored ball of yarn had disappeared and in its place was just another plain old teacup. "Chevalier." Said the host of the tea party. The young woman's violet gaze lifted to stare at the neko-man with much scorn as she spun the yarn around on her fingertips and finally bounced it like a little rubber ball on the table top. "I want her found."

"Found, find, search, seek out, take out, and destroy; your usual demands Madame Hatter?" The man lifted his head up to reveal a charming face of a man slightly older than she was. With rather twitchy little magenta cat ears atop his head, he flattened his ears against his scalp and popped them back up to get the liquid tea from his hair off. He moved forward on the table on all fours in a sly and slinking fashion before finally hissing in pain from sticking his left elbow into a cup of scalding hot Black Tea. "GAH!"

"You're an important creature to our little card game Monsieur Cat...Don't screw this up." Said another voice: another woman. She was seated rather provocatively next to Madame Hatter with a silken tone of venom to her voice as she glowered at Chevalier. "Patience Mistress Hare. Chevalier will find the White Heart. All we need is our roster filled for the Tea Party and we can begin our revolt against the Heart of Darkness. The whore will never know what hit her."

"Maybe instead of your name being Harlequin Hatter, you should be called 'Hatter Madigan'." Chevalier gave his trademark grin with his little jagged feline teeth and flashed a wink at the Mad Hatter before Mistress Hare silenced him by backhanding the poor creature across the face. "Fool! You DARE raise your cowardly insults to our Leader? To the Maddest Creature in all of Teapot Towers?" She hissed. "You'll pay for that with your life-"

Madame Hatter yanked Mistress Hare by her little fluff of a white tail back into her seat with a snarl. "ENOUGH! I do appreciate your protective guard for me my good friend, but be civilized. Chevalier was being his cocky self. It is in his nature. Pussy cats like to play." Her steely violet gaze settled on the grinning cat man, his tail swishing back and forth.

"I wonder if your little plan will fall through Madame. I do show mild concern when I say…we should beware her royal-pain-in-the-ass."

Henrietta Hare's brow cocked and she raised a teapot up casually and poured herself and Harlequin Hatter a cup of tea. "Beware? What's there to beware of? Her army of Cardigans? The Clovi? The Spazes of Ruin? Or…the Jackals?" The voluptuous bunny woman cocked a brow and gave a mock grin towards Chevalier.

His eyes widened and he bore his teeth. His pupils dilated as he began swooping across the table and knocking things over until he was directly in Henrietta Hare's face. The Jackals was something he didn't like to hear about really. As far as Chevalier was concerned, he was only part of the Mad Tea Party Society because Madame Hatter had invited him into the fray. The he was here only because of Harlequin Hatter saw his loathing hatred for the Heart of Darkness.

"I dare you to say that again. You know what I can do to you Etty? You know that I can disembowel you right where you sit? So lusciously draped over Harlequin like a love-sick puppy. You sick little bunny-girl."

Henrietta slammed her teacup on the table and thrust her chair out from behind her. Her stare cold and hard as she watched Chevalier's tail curl up and puff out to assert his dominance. Harlequin didn't want to watch a scene of violence unfold when she saw Chevalier's ears flatten against his head in anger. Her voice cool, calm, collected, and holding a tone of authority.

"Sit down. Both of you."

There was reluctance from both parties before Henrietta slowly pulled her chair back in and sat down. Chevalier did the same, only he sat on the table.

"Flea-bitten inbred."

"Etta." Harlequin snapped. Mistress Hare closed her mouth and took up her teacup again quietly. "My apologies."

"Well, I sure as hell refuse to be sorry." Chevalier sneered.

"You'll get yours someday my grinning little pussy cat. Now go find Delmont. He'll tell you what to do next." Harlequin Hatter pointed her stirring spoon at him with a foreboding tone. With his head tilted to the side, the man gazed at his benevolent benefactors and looked back and forth between the sumptuously petite Hatter and the voluptuously violent Hare with disdain before he hung his head and looked up at them with annoyance. He stood up on the table and gave the Madame and the Mistress a swift bow with his dangly and scrawny arms placed at his sides all gentlemanly-like. There was a pause before his trademark Cheshire grin spread out onto his face. "As my ladies command."

They suddenly watched as his body began to fade out part by part and by the time his locks of greasy purple hair faded out, his grin remained and he sang. 'And the momewraths are singing and shovelnoses weaving…'

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Authoress note: Well, that was certainly a fun way to end this chapter, wouldn't you say? So then, are you all curious? Have you figured it out yet? That this Wonderland isn't really called Wonderland? Did it get ya on your toes when you wondered what this plan against the Heart of Darkness was? Huh? Well, too bad! You'll have to wait until chapter two. 'Til then, reviews are lovely, flames are good for toasty marshmallows, and questions are always welcomed.

Also, I'm aware the lyrics to the song he sings are incorrect. So shut up.

Thanks.