Okay, this is my first fanfiction, which I am writing at literally, 5:45 in the morning. Then again, I did lose an hour due to daylight savings time. So maybe it's only 4:45. Nonetheless, this is going to form into quite the silly idea that I had while reading all of this marvelous fanfiction on this website. Probably only going to be two chapters, and I'm sure you can guess what's to come, as there's so many allusions in here. Still, rate and review please! :D
Charles Kingsley had passed on in the most peculiar way. He didn't die, on the contrary, he just disappeared. All that was known about his disappearance was that he had frantically seen Lord Ascot to discuss final business plans and shemes before, poof, vanishing. Since he had been in such a fuss, Lord Ascot simply assumed that Charles had run into trouble, and his disappearance had come at no surprise to him; the man was always peculiar. He had disappeared once before, yet only for a day. He just simply vanished, no one knew of his whereabouts. Lord Ascot assumed he would come back, just as he had on that day so long ago, yet, his best, most inventive and imaginative partner never returned.
Just as Lord Ascot thought of Alice, at a time. She too disappeared at the oddest of times to simply return after a day. Like when she vanished from sight and sound for a good few hours without any trail left behind. The servants had scoured the whole estate, with nothing to be found. That is, until she decided to magically come back. It was quite odd indeed.
The Mad Hatter sat at the head of the tea table, pondering some of life's mysteries. That and riddles that couldn't be solved. Why is a raven like a writing desk? But, no matter, he was thinking and these abstract riddles had no place in his mind at the moment. He had been thinking long and hard about his past. Possibly it was the maddness, but he could barely remember a thing. Did he even have a mother and father? Of course, silly, he had to have parents. But what of sisters and brothers? Ever since Time and himself had their quarrel, he couldn't quite remember a thing before then. His earliest remaining memories were of Alice's first trip into Wonderland, as she called it. He quite prefered the name, Underland sounded so ... under appriecative.
He grumbled to himself. Why, back then he had been holding an unbirthday party, yet, he couldn't even remember the date of his own blasted birthday! All the better, he supposed, less people would have to worry about actual birthday gifts. Instead, they could relish in the unbirthdays, which were shared by all. Birthday's are a rather greedy sort.
Refocussing his mind, he tried grasping at what wisps were left in his head of his own mental conversation not moments ago. Family. Right. Well, he couldn't remember it at all, his family seemed to be March and Mally, with the White Queen as their mother, and them being the rambunctious children that loved nothing more than to play at tea parties. He giggled to himself at the thought. How old was he? Older than the Queen? Quite possibly. Time was very fickle in Wonderland.
His mental state has never quite been on track, ever since he could remember. Possibly it was all the chemicals that went into his passion of hatting. He wasn't a chemist, but could assume that too long exposure to any chemical couldn't have positive side effects. Nevertheless, he enjoyed his own company and the thought of being sane quite scared him. His mind was far too busy to suddenly turn quiet. The quiet, while nice in small doses, wasn't welcome for a long stay.
Stay. That reminded him of Alice. He missed her terribly. She was such great fun, and he would very much like to show her all of the fascinating things of Wonderland. In fact, he may even teach himself some new things, as some had been forgotten. He wondered what she was doing right now. He had heard from McTwisp that Alice had something to do with China. He hoped that this China fellow wouldn't last very long. He was very protective of his Alice. And the idea of her actually marrying someone terrified him.
The more he thought of this China, his mind spat out the word, the more he felt himself going into another one of his tantrums. No matter, he assumed that he could retreat into his house for a small tantrum then return at his rightful place at the table, waiting for Alice to return.
He knew it wouldn't be a small tantrum though, as since Alice left, they had become more and more ... viscious, for lack of a better term. Now they tended to involve throwing something somewhere which just led to him having to pick it up and tidy up later. He quite enjoyed his controlled chaos and would fancy it stay that way. Still, knowing better, he excused himself from the table and retreated into his home. Well, March, Mally, and his home. Ever since the Bloody Big Head, they had been forced to share one house, as their seperate ones were destroyed.
There he went, more thoughts of things that upset him. First China then the Bloody Big Head. Ashamedly he felt his mind take over and his eyes burn into that amber yellow. He barely made it into the house intime before he began cursing at the nearest possible object. Which happened to be a teapot, the same one in which he stuffed Alice into.
Alice, he thought, stroking the teapot. Yes, he did quite miss her.
Alice awoke from another dream of her rememberance in Wonderland. Lately though, they had twisted ending in which the Jabberwocky did her in, or the Bloody Red Queen restored her place at the trone. These horrifying endings awoke her with a start, lightly misted in a cold sweat. Possibly it was the nervousness of setting off to China, and the possibility of this deal falling down a deep, dark ditch.
It was at times like this she missed her father. As well as the Mad Hatter. Both seemed to comfort her in such a kind way. She remembered her father, when she was a small girl, comforting her when she had bad dreams, which were actually memories of her first trip to Wonderland.
"You're completely bonkers. But I'll tell you a secret, all the best people are."
He had said, cuddling his youngest daughter and reassuring her to get to sleep. He had never thought any less of her for her odd ramblings about Chesire Cats, talking animals, or Queens, yet, he always looked a little shocked, mixed in with understanding. Maybe he was mad too.