(A/N: Hope I didn't get too OOC for any of the characters. I tried not to but…well it's hard if you don't think about it since they're not my characters. Lol. Hope you like the story. I didn't see very many BorisxOC stories anyway…or HNKNA in general for that matter…especially not long ones, so I though I'd write one. If you have any suggestions/requests/wtvr, just message me and we'll talk.^^ Thanks for reading. Oh, and first chapter is a little…ick, slow and stuff, but I promise it'll get better…in my opinion…lol)

It was Alice Liddel who told me her tales of 'Wonderland'.
She told me of a journey she had taken that had ended a few months ago. I never believed her, truthfully, but I did know she'd gone missing for a while before we'd met.

It was by the river near her home when we met. She was lazing near it, looking into the shallow water as she made ripples on the surface with her finger.
I'd sat down beside her and noticed she was muttering. I thought something was off then, but she caught my attention.
Alice hadn't noticed me there, and closed her eyes, smiling, "…miss the tower…" She'd muttered, and I couldn't help but lean forward, "The tower?"
Her eyes had shot open, and she looked at me in shock, not saying a word.
I smiled and bowed my head in apology, "Sorry. I just heard you talking…I didn't know anyone else my age lived around the river."
She smiled then, and I knew we would be close, no matter what I thought of her then, "Hello. My name is Alice Liddel. I'm sorry, I was just talking to myself, and it's nothing to worry over."

Alice was sweet, and very caring. It seemed like she really tried to get along with everyone she met, but she did get stern at times.
It was really surprising that we got along at all; I was very adventurous, always getting the two of us into trouble, or making Alice get me out of the trouble I was already in.
But she never complained that I was annoying, and she always told me her dream-like stories when the day was over and we sat by the river waiting for it to be time to go home.
Those were my favorite times with Alice.
She spoke of a land with a castle of hearts, where she'd had tea parties with the queen, who she called Vivaldi and that there was no set time there. Sometimes it was dark for a little while, other times it lasted very long, but no one knew what time it would be before it came.
Alice spoke of an amusement park, where she used to see her friends, a man with a funny name, and one that had cat ears on his head.

She told me stories of living in a tower with a quiet man that fixed clocks, and then told me the people only had clocks for their hearts, and that's why he fixed them.
Then there were the twins, that stayed by a large territory owned by a man named Blood Dupre.
Alice's stories were always new, something I loved to listen to. The world was different from ours, it was strange and some things made no sense.
But the world she told me about was something beautiful in my eyes. It was one where I could imagine myself, without the worries of living with only my step-mother and not have to remember the deaths of my brother, father, and mother.
Wonderland was something I could dream about to keep myself from thinking too much on what was real.

I never did believe Alice's stories, even though she said they happened to her, but I couldn't help but like her all the more when she would share them with me.