I'm going to explain how this story came about before you read. Abbott in Wonderland came about after I saw Tim Burton's version of Alice in Wonderland, so SPOILERS. I was going to call it Alex in Wonderland, but eighty other fanfic writers thought of it (I don't bear any ill towards them, though. I like the name Abbott more now, anyways.) This story takes place in modern times, but Abbott quickly goes to Wonderland. But I need to start the story, or I'll end up telling you the whole story. Enjoy!
-Marioninja1
I looked at myself in the mirror as my father straightened my tie. The death of my grandfather had killed some part of me, and deep down inside it was rotting the rest of me. I had dark rings under my eyes, the rings in stark contrast to my pale skin. My blue eyes were darkened and distanced, and my blonde hair had been cut without my consent, not that my father cared.
"The Kingsley family must look the best, if only to please prying eyes." He said. We were a very rich family due to a long-ago order of business I had learned little about, only knowing that a woman named Alice thought of doing it. My big brother, Lewis, was the businessman of the family, and while he was off doing business with dad I was at home caring for my two little sisters, Alicia and Adelaide, which was what my mom did before she died. I carried my two sisters, wearing black dresses, to the open coffin of my grandpa.
"Goodbye." I said, closing my eyes and touching his cold, stiff hand.
"Why are you crying? Grandpa's just asleep." Alicia said.
"You're right." I said. "He's having a nap. He'll wake up and we'll see him again someday."
"When?" Adelaide asked.
"I don't know, but we will." I said, touching the necklace with a cross around my neck that Grandpa had given me when I was ten.
Soon, my father and Lewis were talking to the press about how sad it was that Grandpa had died, and I felt a tug at my pants. It had no nails, so I knew it was Adelaide.
"Adelaide, I'm watching daddy-" I nearly jumped out of my skin when I saw a giant white rabbit tugging at my leg.
"Alice, you sound different." The White Rabbit said, his creamy blue eyes looking at me, but not at me.
"Wha-!" I began, but the White Rabbit grabbed me by the leg and pulled me on the ground. I tried to scream for help, but I hit my head on a tree as the White Rabbit pulled me into a giant hole. When I awoke, a man in a burned top-hat, orange hair, and pale skin was talking to the White Rabbit, whose eyes were now amber.
"That is not Alice!" The top-hat guy yelled. "He is a little girl, not a little boy!"
"What the-" I began.
"Hello not-Alice, I'm the Mad-Hatter!" The guy in the top-hat yelled.
"Uh, who's Alice?" I asked.
"Silly little girl, Alice is Alice!" The Mad-Hatter yelled.
"Hatter, he smells like Alice." The White Rabbit said.
"So?" The Mad-Hatter said.
"Maybe he's her brother." A mouse said. "What's your name?"
"I'm Abbott Kingsley." I said. "And this is some messed-up dream.
"He even thinks this is a dream like Alice!" The White Rabbit said.
"Wait!" The Hatter said, shooting forward so that he was an inch from my face. "Kingsley. Like Alice?" He whispered.
"The Alice who made us rich? Yeah." I said, and the Hatter lifted and spun me around, his hands on my armpits.
"Where is she?" The Hatter asked.
"It's been a long, long time. She's long gone." I said, and the Hatter tossed me across the giant stump we were all on, almost making me fall off the edge, and, by extension, the two-story drop.
"Gone? Where to?" The Hatter said, pulling me back by my ankle.
"She's dead. That deal happened in, like, the 1300s." I said.
"Dead?" The mouse asked.
"Yeah, I'm related to her." I said.
"If only I could see in the overlands. I would've known you weren't Alice! It's all the Red Joker's fault!" The White Rabbit said.
"Dead. Dead? No. No-no-no-no-no!" The Hatter said. "Alice killed the Jabberwocky, saved Wonderland so many times. Not dead. Not dead. NOT DEAD!"
"I'm sorry, Hatter, but-" I began, putting my hand on his shoulder, but he smacked me away.
"If you're related to her, that means she eventually married." The White Rabbit said, and Hatter screamed.
"She left us! LEFT ME!" Hatter howled.
"What's wrong with him." I asked while the mouse dabbed at the scratches on my cheek from where the Hatter hit me with a cloth.
"He, uh, fell in love with Alice. He's been waiting and waiting for her to come back." The Rabbit said.
"The Hatter was quite mad for Alice, you might say." A giant cat said, coming out of smoke. "So, very grand son of Alice, you're taking this much better than Alice ever did."
"I was at the funeral of my Grandpa when Rabbit pulled me down here." I said. "Is this Wonderland? From that book?"
"There was a book? Did Alice make it?" The Cheshire Cat said.
"No, Lewis Carroll did." I said.
"Maybe Lewis Carroll showed it to people, and Alice really made it as penance for never coming back." The Cheshire Cat purred. "Maybe she didn't. Who am I to tell, or say, anyway?"
"Why didn't she tell any of us?" I asked.
"Maybe because she'd seem as mad as our dear Hatter." The Cheshire Cat said. "We need to go to the White Queen, Hatter."
"Alice is GONE!" The Hatter yelled.
"Hmm. He seems torn up. Maybe we can go without him, and he can catch up later?" The Cheshire Cat said.
"I don't want to get in an arm's length of him." I said, getting up. "Want a ride?" I asked the mouse.
"What a gentleman. How about in your breast pocket?" The mouse asked.
"Sure." I said, gently putting her in my pocket.
"You're heart is going a mile a minute." The mouse said.
"Then let's catch up to it." The Cheshire Cat said.