Author's note: I don't own Joker/Clover/Heart/Diamond no Kuni no Alice or the amazing characters from said games/mangas/movie, trust me. Just like every other fan of the no Kuni no Alice series, I wish I did. Anyways, I had this idea for a while and thought it would be fun to do. Anyways, let me know what you guys think, and excuse any bad Peter rhyming. I'm not a poet or a rapper. Anyways enjoy and review!

Lord Cottontail

The red knight raised his sword. He took aim at the being that betrayed his trust and held what he never could, freedom and a heart. With a deathly smile on his face he spoke.

"You lied to me Alice. You said you would free me from my role, that you would change me. You never did…I'm still lost," and with that he brought down the bla—

"Amelia! Get your ass down here!" Darn that witch! Crud, she made me forget the rest of it! Muttering curses that would make a pirate embarrassed I slam my dream journal closed and hide it under the loose flood board under my bed. I don't need to give that woman any reason to send me away. So what if my dreams are a little different, they're my dreams. "Damn it Amelia, don't you fucking make me repeat myself!"

"Oh shut the heck up you old hag! I'm coming!" Honestly, you would think she was on her period.

"What the fuck did you just call me, you brat!"

"I called you a nasty old hag! What is your hearing starting to go?" Making it to the kitchen I see my "lovely" aunt getting over another hangover. Oh for the Goblin King's sakes, you would think my aunt would clean up her act. She's, like, thirty-nine years old. Shouldn't she have grown out of her "party faze" by this point in her, most likely to be, short life. The woman will probably die in the next few years, if the chain smoking and beer have anything to say about it.

"Ungrateful bitch, I didn't have to take you in. It's not my fault my fucking sister ditched you here." I just shrug off her words, it's not like I even remember my mother's face. After what happened to daddy she was too busy "working" to even look at me.

With her head in her folded arm my aunt grumbles, "Now go do something useful and go to the store and get me pain killers, this hangover is fucking killing me." Yeah, like they're gonna sell medicine to a short nine-year-old. The dumb woman hands me a fifty, probably thought it was a ten, and pushes me out the door. Does she really expect me to buy stuff for her; she has two arms and legs that aren't broken. Well screw her I'm heading to the toy store. With that I head out of our crappy apartment building and into the smog clouded city to begin my adventure.

I really don't like the city; I can see the bed people coming out of hiding. Just ignore them and keep walking. They won't bother you if you don't look or act like you have something important. I really don't like living here. I wish the Goblin King would take me away from this place, right now. I stop for a second and wait. Nope, no pretty white owl that turns into David Bowie came to take me to the magical Labyrinth. I kid can dream though.

"Excuse me little girl, could you help me? You see I have this big bag of candy and can't seem to finish it all by myself. Will you help me finish it?" I turn around to see a dirty old man with shifty eyes wearing a long worn trench coat. Is this guy for real? That is the oldest most joked about trick in the book. I just turn and walk away. It figures, I want David Bowie to take me away, but instead some creepy old pedo comes to try. "W-wait! Where are you going? Don't you want some candy?" I glance back at him. He looks hopeful, like he about to get some big treat…it's gross.

"I do not want to suck your lollipop." His jaw drops, I just walk away. That'll teach him. You should never assume I am as sweet and gullible as I look, I will cut you down to my size in a heartbeat if you get on my bad side. That man is just lucky I'm in a good mood. After all, a new toy is in my near future, for the toy store is in sight. I smile thinking about my favorite place.

Oh what to get, what to get? The possibilities are endless. I'll get a stuffed animal, defiantly. Oh! Maybe I'll go to Nicky's bakery afterwards! She did mention a yummy new strawberry shortcake she has and I am just dying to try it. A "moist spongy cake caressed by a light whipped cream icing, decorated beautifully with fresh strawberries, and a sweet strawberry sauce drizzled over it in a tasteful fashion." Ooooohhh~ my mouth is watering just remembering her words!

I jog into the toy store and great the owner Mr. Gibblies, an tall old man that looks like a VERY skinny Santa Clause, with a smile and wave that he happily returns with his "grandpa smile," before I disappear amongst the shelves of stuffed animals. I like the old shop keeper. He's one of the few honest and good adults I know, along with Nicky of course, but he is definitely the oldest. There are also times, on slow days, where he'll just sit down, hand me a juice box, and tell me stories he made up on the spot or that are about his "younger days." I like those best because when he retells them they're always the same.

It's a shame other adults are mean and mess up his store a lot. He said they "vandalize" it, and that I should never do something like that. Weird thing is, is that when it happens, he never gets mad he just shrugs his shoulders and cleans up the mess, if Nicky or I are here or walking by we'll give him a hand. Mr. Gibblies is a nice old guy who likes seeing people happy, Nicky laughs and calls him "a senile old fart" and then he calls her a "disrespectful wiper snappers" while chuckling. I don't get the joke, but they're funny when they talk to each other.

Mr. Gibblies' store is a small place filled with wooden book shelves full of more old type toys, not any electric ones. He'll get new toys, just not the overly "glamorized" ones. I once asked him why and he said, "Most kids these days don't appreciate a good toy. They just break shinny ones." I had to agree with him. All my classmates break their new game systems in three day and laugh at my old well-kept stuffed animals. He says I'm always a welcome customer and "conversationalist" because I treat all the toys well. But I think it's because he just needs someone to talk who will actually listen quietly and ask good questions.

With a sigh I look over the shelves full of stuffed animals and smile. They're all so cute, but I'll only get one so I can carry it to the bakery without trouble. Oh but which one? The adorable blue kitty, or the bright yellow bird wearing a top hat, ohhhh that puppy looks so cute too! Wait that is one spiffy looking rabbit! I pick it up off the shelf to get a closer look. I see that it has perfectly white fur, is wearing a red plaid jacket with darker red edges, a pink ban on his right arm, a pink shirt with a crunched collar and tips pocking out from the bottom of the jacket, brown pants that match the brown edges on the ban and shirt, a red tie with a very detailed clock sewn into it, and a beautiful large pocket watch hanging at its hip off of a gold chain that crosses from its right shoulder to his left hip. I may not like the pink shirt or ban, but the rest of the outfit meets my approval, especially his cute round glasses. The rabbit's eyes are also I very pretty ruby red. Hhhhm~ time to check cuddlebility! I hug the rabbit toy and find it to be very soft, and I hum in approval. The fur feels soooo soft and cuddly, almost like a real rabbit's. That's it, this rabbit is mine.

I head up to the counter smiling, hugging the rabbit toy to my chest. Mr. Gibblies sees me coming and smiles his "grandpa smile" before putting on a mock-scolding face.

"Good day Miss. Amelia! How are you doing? You have failed to stop by in the last few days, I was afraid I lost my favorite little customer." If it wasn't for the smile trying to form on his old wrinkled face, you would think he was serious. Giggling I reply, "Sorry sir. I've been busy keeping the Wicked Witch of the Apartment at bay!" He just chuckles, he thinks I'm joking. He doesn't know how my aunt is and I want to keep it that way, Nicky already found out on accident. Thankfully she won't tell anyone, it took a LOT of begging and a pinky-promise to make sure she wouldn't.

"So Miss. Amelia, what can I help you with?"

"I'd like to buy this rabbit, sir." I hold up the rabbit for him to see and he frowns.

"I don't remember ordering that," he reaches his hand out, "may I?" I hand him the rabbit. "How odd, where did you get this?"

"It was on the shelf over there next to a bird wearing a top hat." I pointed to where I found it. He just hums and examines the rabbit, turning it this way and that. I could have sworn I saw the rabbit's eye twitch the more the old man touched it.

"How peculiar, I just stocked that shelf not too long before you got here and don't remember seeing this little guy in the mix." I peek over the counter watching him examine the rabbit. I really do want to buy it. The old man glances down at me, and smiles, before putting on an overly exag-exag-umm- (what's the word Nicky told me? Oh!) exaggerated thinking face on. "Weeell, since I have no recollection of ever seeing this little guy before, I guess I can't really charge you for him. Now can I?" No way. He just gives me his "grandpa smile" again before handing the rabbit back to me and patting me on the head. "Now go be a kid and play with your new toy." I smile and hug the rabbit toy spinning around in a circle.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you! You are the coolest old man ever!" He just chuckles and waves it off.

"It's good to see you like this; you're too serious for your age." I stick my tongue out at him with a smile. All the old man does is continue chuckling and shoos me out the door, saying something about needing to check inventory and order forms. I just shrug and leave the store, putting on a poker face once I get outside, and head over to the bakery. I'm not going to look too happy walking in the city. It may motivate the wrong people.

Walking the two blocks with, surprisingly, no incidents, I make it to the bakery. It's a small building with apartments above it. I see the young baker, looking annoyed, preparing cakes through the glass windows. Ignoring the closed sign, I walk in. At the sound of the bell when I open the door, the baker glances up with a glare before her flour covered face instantly breaks out into a smile. She drops what she's doing and leaps over the counter to tackle me in a hug.

"Amyyyyy!" I was too late to dodge. She tackles me to the floor in a bone crushing hug, squeezing my new rabbit between us. Is it just me, or did my toy just stiffen? Suddenly Nicky freezes and holds me at arm's length with a hard look on her face. "Just where have you been young lady? I've had to deal with annoying customers without you making faces behind their backs for the past week! I almost bit some snotty bitches head clean off because you weren't here to keep me sane!"

"Sorry Nicky, I haven't been able to escape the raging witch, and when were you ever sane?" Nicky is the owner of this little bakery. She's fresh out of cooking school and is renting this place from a family friend. For someone who owns a bakery, and tastes everything she bakes, she's really skinny, like supermodel skinny. She has the body and "metabolism" every girl wants to grow up to have, but she doesn't "show it off" like most others, like my aunt who really shouldn't. Instead she wears baggy clothes to hide it, says she wants the boys looking at her goodies not her goods, whatever that means.

Despite me only being nine she talks to me like I'm on the same level as her, which I like, and she doesn't get mad when I curse, like every other adult in the world. We use to be on normal customer-baker terms, until I made the impression of a dying duck behind some nagging old woman who sounded like one and Nicky fell to the ground laughing, making the woman think she was crazy. Ever since then we've been like sisters, which means we either find ourselves acting like idiots or butting heads.

"Oooohh~ someone sounds cheeky! And who's that you're carrying, a new friend maybe?" She releases me and points to my rabbit. I smirk and make a big show of holding him out in front of me with a bow.

"This, my dear lady, is The Great Lord Cottontail. He has travel all the way from the mystical toy store to taste your culinary masterpieces under the great tree in the park on 5th." Her eyes go wide and she does a curtsy with her imaginary skirt. In a REALLY bad British accent she replies, "My deepest apologies, oh great lord, I had no idea you were someone of such high stature. Please take a seat and forgive my insolence as I fetch a cake for you, and your young lady friend." With that she stands up straight and attempts to elegantly go get the cakes. To me, she looked like one of those old wind-up toy soldiers you see on Christmas specials.

Laughing to myself I take a seat at my regular table in the back corner, which allows me to see the entire bakery. The place is set up and runs more like a café, but Nicky calls it a bakery. I think it's so she doesn't have to hire people to take orders to tables. The place is set up nicely, though. Four booths set up parallel to the glass counter displaying freshly baked treats, high tables with a circular top with matching chairs to seat two people at most, a color scheme consisting of pale blues and white, and pleasantly bright but somehow dim lighting. The décor, as Nicky calls it, is work done by local artists, but all of the pieces tie together perfectly.

I really like coming here and going to the toy store. Some of my best memories are about the toy store and its old owner and Nicky and her bakery. I hug my toy rabbit tighter. For some reason I feel like he's happy about something. Which, in all honesty, is kind of creepy.

"Here you are Lord Cottontail and Lady Amy, your cakes to go." In a sweeping motion Nicky place the two little cakes in white boxes with clear lids and two forks on my table. One cake is a small beautiful strawberry shortcake, just like how I imagined it earlier. The other is a carrot cake the same size, with a base of white icing covering the whole cake, a rim of green icing dots along the cake's bottom orange along the top, a crushed almonds and coconut and carrot shreds coating around its sides, and an icing carrot on top. I can't help but to grin. At my smile she puts them in a plastic bag with the bakery's logo on it.

"We thank you Lady Nicky. How much do we owe you for your troubles?"

"I'm feeling generous and you put me in a damn good mood so how about ten?" She hands me the bag. I hand her the fifty and smirk, "The bitch gave me it to get her pain-killers." She gapes at the bill, "…You devious manipulating little shit… You're lucky as fuck too. If you were anybody else, even my own grandmother, I would've bumped up your price." I shrug my shoulders with my smirk still in place. I get up and follow Nicky, carrying my rabbit and cakes, to the counter to get my change.

"So, what are you going to do with this?" Nicky says, handing me the forty dollars in change.

"Probably use some of it to get lunch and an ice-cream cone later and just save the rest for a rainy day." She nods as I pocket the money. With a wish of safety she gets back to her work, only this time with a smile. Today is turning out to be a good day. My cranky aunt was stupid and handed me a fifty, I got a free toy, had a nice time joking with Nicky, and I got the cakes at a discount!

...Something bad is going to happen. I am never this lucky…

During my entire trip to the park I keep looking over my shoulder. But nothing happened. Even when I sat under the oak tree, placed my rabbit next to me, and started eating my strawberry shortcake.

After I finish my mini-cake I look at my toy and find him facing me. I could have sworn I put him down facing the swings. I narrow my eyes at him, first I (think I) saw his eye twitch, then I (think I) felt him stiffen, and now he moved? Either I'm going crazy, or there is some mess up Chucky shit going on… "Heh~ I'm probably just imagining it. I mean, come on, living toys?" I sit the rabbit on my lap. "Nicky does say I have a wild imagination and that I watch too many scary movies." I giggle to myself. I can't believe I thought my toy was alive. That's childish even for me, and I'm a kid.

Yawn~ why do I feel so tired all of yawn~ a sudden? I was just yawn~ wide awake. I can feel my eyes drooping and my head jerkingly nodding. I yawn~ can't fall a yawn~ sleep in the park. It's too…dan…ger…ous…zzzzzzzzzzzzzz~

I'm in a strange colorful misty world, and I am surprisingly not freaking out. "Hey did you know?" Huh? Know what, weird random voice that is talking to me? "There are rules in every game. Rules everyone have to obey. It has been decided since beginning?" Well duuuhhh everyone knows you need rules to play games. If you don't have rules, or if someone breaks them, the games stop being fun. "You must participate in the game, that's also one of the rules. It was decided since the beginning." Wait, I have to play a game? What game and who made that rule? "But, of course you already know about all of this, right?" No! "Huh? You don't know? As long as you understand that explanation, you don't need to worry." But I don't understand! "Come, the game will start soon..."

-BANG- -BANG- -BANG-

Oooowww~ my head hurts. Opening my eyes I see I'm still in the park, but it's starting to get dark. How long was I asleep for and what was that loud noise? I go to squeeze Lord Cottontail, only to notice he's gone! Jumping up I look all around the oak tree.

Did I drop him in my sleep? Did he roll down the hill into the pond? Did someone take him from me? Did the evil squirrel take Lord Cottontail to be a sacrifice to his cruel squirrel god?! Don't worry Lord Cottontail! The evil squirrel will not win this time!

Angrily trying to claw my way up the tree, I don't notice Lord Cottontail hopping out of the bushes behind me. Or him patiently waiting for me to turn around and notice him, and eating the carrot cake while doing so. Or him checking his pretty watch and letting out an annoyed huff after thirty minutes of me clawing at the tree yell curses at the evil squirrels. I do however notice the sound of someone clearing their throat and glance behind me, only to happily dive at Lord Cottontail.

"Yaaaay the evil squirrels didn't kidnap you!" My cheering stopped when I felt little fuzzy paws hug me around my neck and an equally fuzzy face nuzzle under my chin…

"Ooooh~ I am so glad you're safe, my little dear. For those men's intentions I did so fear." I hold Lord Cottontail at arm's length and stare at him with wide scared eyes. He beams at me and says, "About those germs, don't worry. I disposed of them in a hurry!"

"Y-y-you can talk?" He just nodded his head! How is this possible? Stuff like this only happens in movies, and normally it doesn't end well for the kid. Wait, he said something about men. What men? "Y-you uummm said something about men, right?"

Huffing he replies, "Men they may have been, but they were nothing but disgraceful filth! I swear breathing the same air as them would have been bad for one's health!"

"What do you mean? What happened?"

"Oh yes, you were asleep, of course you would not know what unfolded!" Right before he was about to say something, he stopped and scrunched up his brow. After he paused for a moment he gave me a smile and said, "Well it does not matter now. Just know those germs were far more than scolded."

"Alright then, so um what now?" This is so weird.

"Why now you follow me! And hurry, for it's a rule and a wonderful world you will see!" He jumps out of my arms and hops to the tree line, stopping to wave his paw for me to follow. Should I? I could still be asleep and this is all part of some weird dream. I HAVE dreamt stranger thing, like lizards fighting knights and a shy mouse that buries broken clocks. But, what if this isn't a dream? I could end up in big trouble and how do I know that I can trust Lord Cottontail? I don't really know him, I just found out he can talk for the Goblin King's sack!

I take a step back. I met enough people who seemed nice but really weren't to just follow him. Also, the TV showed enough kids going missing and having bad thing happen to them by following strangers for me to get the message. He cutely tilts his head at me and points in the way he's heading. I shake my head from side to side and take another step back. He frowns and puts more effort in his pointing, like a parent saying "to go to your room" without talking. I still shake my head no.

"Well then, you give me no choice," Lord Cottontail sighs out. Before I can ask him what he means, a giant puff of smoke comes out of nowhere. I can't see and it's making me cough really badly. It's burning my eyes and I'm blinking back tears. Suddenly I feel myself being picked up and cradled in someone's arms. "I'm so sorry!" I feel a very soft piece of cloth gently being wiped against the corners of my eyes. "Please don't weep! For in my clock, the sound cuts painfully deep!"

After I stop coughing I open my eyes to see a strange grown man with bunny ears dressed like Lord Cottontail holding me…I'm going to freak out now. "AAAAAAHHHHHHH! STRANGER DANGER! SOMEONE HELP! STRANGER DANGER!" I punch and kick the guy in the face and chest a few times before getting him in the throat, causing him to drop me. I whine a little after landing on my butt, but start running in a random direction as soon as I notice the stranger isn't holding me anymore. I didn't notice I ran into the bushes Lord Cottontail came out from earlier, but shortly after I run in them trip over something big and fall face first into dirt and some thick warm liquid.

"Ouch! What did I tripped me?" Picking my head up and looking over my shoulder, I see three men lying on the ground surrounded by dark red liquid. I quickly turn over and scramble back against a tree, too afraid to scream but shaking like crazy. I've seen enough movies to know these men are died and remember the "water" I fell in. Gulping I look down at the front of my shirt, this time I do scream.

B-b-bl-bl-blood, I-I-I'm c-c-c-c-cover-red i-in bl-blood. I-i-it-it's e-e-ever-er-ery wh-where. M-my h-hands a-a-are c-c-covered in i-it t-t-to. H-how d-d-did th-this h-h-happen? I-i-i-i-it-it's j-j-ju-just l-like…

"Daddy! Daddy, get up, pleeaasee!" No, not again. "Daaddddy!" NO!

"Oh my, are you alright? You appear to have had quite the fright!" I look up to see the man from before and jump into his arms crying. He's patting my back and making hushing sounds trying to calm me down. I-I-I don't care that I don't know him! I just want the memories to go away! "Oh dear, you're covered in filth from that germ! We'll get you cleaned up when we get home, and that promise I hold firm!" H-home? H-h-he's going to take me home?

The strange man lifts me up and starts walking. I don't move my face from his shoulder. I-I don't want to see the b-b-bodies or the b-b-b-bl-blood. I-I-I d-don't w-w-want-t to r-remember. Pl-please don't make me remember. I DON'T WANT TO REMEMBER!

"Now, now calm down, princess." P-princ-cess? M-my d-d-daddy used to call me that before he—NO, I DON'T WANT TO REMEMBER! "There is no need to feel distress." I curl closer to the man. H-he feels so familiar, b-but how? I-I-I know I've never seen him before. "We're almost there, so for a little longer please bear." Almost there? B-but my aunt's apartment is pretty far away? H-how could we g-get there so fast?

Peaking over the man's shoulder I see we're heading further into the small woods in the park, and further away from the street. Confused, I look over my shoulder in the direction we're going and see a giant perfectly round hole in the ground. W-what? "Wh-why a-are y-you walking towards t-th-the hole? M-my au-aunt's ap-ap-apartment's the o-other way," I question the bunny eared man between sods.

He looks at me confused before smiling gently. In a soft voice he says, "Do not worry. I'm taking you to a place where you can be truly jolly. This wretched place and that horrid woman will feel sorry, but only when they realize their unforgivable folly." He stops at the edge of the hole. "Tell me, do you like the feeling of falling? For I love it, for the sensation of it, my clock is left calling." I tilt my head at his words. Falling?

"No, I always get hurt when I hit the ground," I say after I stop crying, but I'm still shaking. He chuckles a little, wiping my eyes and cheeks with a piece of cloth from his pocket. Softly he says, "But what about before you hit the ground? If you would not get hurt, how would falling sound?" I think about it for a little bit, if I didn't get hurt, would I find falling fun?

"I-I don't know," I quietly whisper, afraid he didn't hear me. He's still smiling, but it brightens. With a little laugh, he says, "Well then, let's find out! Don't worry, I will not drop you, in me have no doubt!" Then he jumps in the hole. I hear myself screaming as I tighten my grip on the man's neck and squeeze my eyes shut. "Please princess, mind my ears and calm your fears. I will not let harm come to you." I hear him say, and, I don't know why, I stop screaming and peak my eye open. Seeing the man's happily smiling face, I open both my eyes all the way.

Still clinging to the man's neck, I feel the wind rushing past us. It feels like nothing is going to stop us from falling down this deep dark hole, and I'm not afraid. The wind is forcing my long blonde hair straight into the air, just like the man's short white hair. Our lose clothes are flapping in the fast moving wind, making funny flap-flapping sounds that make my giggle. Then, I hear the man laughing and look at him. His eyes are closed, but not in fear. He looks so happy, like Nicky when she sees people eating her cakes, and it makes me happy.

Before I know it, we're both laughing and smiling. My grip on him loosens, but I don't let go. Falling is really fun! "Ah, I see you enjoy fall just as much as I!" I hear him say over the wind. I nod my head, but then I hear him sigh. "It is such a shame this will soon end. But I'm glad to see that your sadness I did mend."

"But I don't want to stop falling! It's so much fun," I shout back to him panicked, seeing the bright light below us. He smiles back at me, but this time he looks a little sad, he says, "I know, but to Wonderland we must go. Just to see your face filled with so much glee, I wish we could continue falling, trust me." Then the light gets so bright I have to close my eyes.

First chapter is done! Remember let me know what you guys think in a review! Oh, and I'm kinda stuck on something. Should I pair Amelia with one of the Bloody Twins, like cute little kid playground puppy love, or just have her be considered their little sister and them her big brothers? Let me know what you think! Also, before anyone asks, yes, Amelia has been having reoccurring dreams about Wonderland for some reason NOT YET known.