A/N: HEY GUYS! Long time no see?

Yes, yes. I have a few more stories posted here that I like, but honestly… I've wanted to try something new. And with this worldwide epidemic stuff happening right now I decided to come up with something new and different, at least for me! I've always wanted to write a wonderland story and this is the perfect time to do so! Though honestly I was more into the Hetalia 'wonderland au' then the Black Butler, but… yeah I'm not into Hetalia anymore. And there aren't a lot of Black Butler wonderland stories out there, so here we are!

Instead of giving our main OC a name I just made her an (Y/n), with a bit of a twist. I wanted to have some fun with this story and honestly I don't know where I'll go with the story, entirely, but I hope to have a lot of fun writing it! I enjoy Undertaker, though his character is an obvious villain in the main story… sadly. I mean, I get it. I do, but I just wish it was easier to write him. I have to either change the storyline of Black Butler or create a story in the past, if I want to stay consistent.

I've been inspired before, but my current inspiration to write a wonderland au is a story called 'Butterfly' by hippieofthesea. It's a CheshireXHare story and I'm enjoying it so far! Even though I'm a fan of the Undertaker. There's just not a lot of stories with him in there so I'll take what I can get. I can enjoy the stories of the reaper characters just as much as a solo Undertaker story.

Lastly, the picture I'm using honestly isn't my favorite. I was trying to find a good Undertaker-Hatter, but came up empty. Just a bunch of pictures about the Hatter pouring tea from the original poster/pictures of the OVA so… yeah. Or they're UndertakerXGrell centric. Stuff like that. So… yeah. I may change the picture, but for now I think the Alice, Ciel, with the Mad Hatter, concept art by Toboso is the best option. It shows that this is a wonderland story, after all, and it's a picture I quite enjoy.

I may post this story on my wattpad account too… but we'll see. The chapters may be shorter then the stories I tend to write, but once again this is just a fun little story. Something to pass the time and keep my brain juices going. I'd love to hear from you guys if you want to leave a REVIEW or a COMMENT about this story. I do enjoy comments. They can keep me motivated to keep writing my stories. And I will say that I'm still working so I may not post for a while. It just depends on my schedule right now. So… yeah! I hope you ENJOY this story. And maybe I'll post the second chapter after this one today. We'll see!

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"(Y/n)! Get your butt downstairs already! I need you to go to the market!" you could hear your grandmother shouting at you, causing a deep, tired groan to leave your breath, but slowly you began to rise out of your tiny single sized bed, rubbing at your tired face as you noticed that the sun was already coming up through the tiny glassed window.

Why didn't she wake you up sooner?

You let out another exhausted sigh as you began to get ready. First, splashing water on your face and trying to rub the sleepiness out of your eyes, and then you began to put on your clothes. Clothes you've worn day by day, by day by day, but they were starting to feel a bit small and worn out. But surely there isn't any money in the budget for you to get something new, is there?

A girl your age should be looking for a man, right? That's what nana always says. So… maybe you should be out there, looking for someone, but who will take you seriously in rags anyways?

You slipped on your white and light blue dress, slipping on white stockings that had a couple of holes in them, but they were high enough so no one seemed to notice. Pretty little dress shoes, a long dark blue sash around your waist, and a blue and white flowery clip to hold your sash together. All in all, this honestly isn't an outfit you like to wear, but something you had to do.

Insisted upon by your grandmother years ago. All white, with a tinge of color. Nothing else, especially not black. Why can't you wear black?

But, then again… you've been saving up money to wear something nice. Earnings from little jobs you've done here and there and helping up your nana around the shop, but now… you think you're ready. Just a little bit more and you can buy a few extra things for yourself. Belongings you can finally call your own.

With a slight smile upon your face as you grabbed a shawl to keep your shoulders warm, you made your way through the top floor and down the stairs as the smell of flowers and fragrances whiffed up and hit you square in the face. When you were younger and first had to live here the overwhelming smells were suffocating, but now they were a slight inconvenience to your nose, and you itched at your face before resuming your steps down the stairs as you glanced into the kitchen before stepping out into the decently sized shop.

Your grandmother owned a flower shop. The only flower shop in the city, actually. It was a passion, more then it was an honest to goodness business. Your grandfather had connections, and over time owned particular plots of land where flowers currently grow. Rows and rows of different varieties of flowers, living in harmony. When your grandparents were both around they had lived in the countryside and had many different shops, but now it is just your grandmother and an old estate in the country that is slowly becoming overgrown and rundown. She likes selling her flowers and meeting with customers. You, well… that's a different story.

"(Y/n), about time! Go to the market. We need some milk and eggs. I have a list," she scoffed, holding out a list for you to take as well as a basket and a small blanket to keep the food items cool and contained, and you sighed and gave her a slight nod.

"Yes nana."

You paused for a moment, looking your grandmother over. Honestly… even in height, you were both rather different. Her stature was more stoic and proud while you tend to slouch from time to time. Except for her eyes. You shared your grandmother's eyes, even if no one in your family did. Maybe that's why she tends to tolerate you…

Or maybe that's your hopeful thinking.

Knowing she was busy, you left her to her work as you stepped out into the fog and sighed tiredly to yourself. Today was a cold, but nice day. By the afternoon you're sure the sun will be out, but for now there were clouds in front of the sunlight, barely letting an inch of rays peer through the sky. Just enough to wake you up, apparently. With a slight smile on your face and a skip in your step, you stepped out into the hilly streets to start about your day.

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"Milk, eggs, and butter… hmm…" you paused, looking at the list and deciding on where you needed to go from here. Is it fish and meat or just fish or meat? With a sigh you decided to reach the port first before making your way back up the steps and into the market, but it wasn't even high noon yet. So you were doing great on time.

And if you can get meat at a cheaper price, well… maybe you can stop by a shop or two on the way home.

All the while you didn't notice a pair of leering glowing green eyes peering at you from the darkness as you went about your business. With your basket filling up with goodies you stopped in front of the bakery, buying a loaf of bread and some extra pastries with a delighted hum before stopping in front of a particular window. You sighed, staring at the clothes that were far too expensive for the likes of you. You're just glad to wear just about anything, but… maybe you could buy your own fabrics? Sew your own clothes? You have to do so from time to time anyways, but this time it'll be an everyday wear that you can be proud of. You are getting tired of the white you always wear, after all. Maybe there's fun accessories you can buy?

You wish you had bunches of friends. Honestly. After losing everything, well, you're just known as the Flower Shopkeeper's granddaughter. A mere Flower Girl. But that title is so boring and… you're not even little anymore! You're not even a girl!

However, your feet brought you to a different shop as you stepped inside, and you couldn't help but let in a slight sniff as the familiar smell of books, both old and new, filled your senses. "Good morning," you spoke to the man reading behind the counter, barely giving you a glance and a wave as you made your way to the far back of the store. Much older books laid there, and while most were molded and rotten or were just dumb to read, some would truly catch your fancy. Remind you of… home.

You stepped up onto a stepstool, reaching a bit higher for a book that seemed rather interesting. Snatching it you stepped down, opening it up to find a written language that no longer exists, or rather no one knows how to read it.

Except for you, maybe.

It was a simple book, actually. A story book, for children. There was a lot of pictures hidden between the written pages, and it brought a warm smile to your face.

There was a story about a girl named Alice. A courageous blonde girl in a white and blue dress who could kick ass and defeat the terrifying Jabberwocky. A damn reason why your nana insists you wear white and blue, actually…

With a slight roll of your eyes you closed the book, but you couldn't bring yourself to put it back onto the shelf. Instead, you stepped back out into the main part of the bookstore with the book in hand and a content smile upon your face. "How much is this book?"

"Hmm… three gold pieces, or seven silver."

"Far enough," you agreed, handing over the money as you took the book and covered it up with the blanket, making sure no one could see it. With a smile and a wave you walked out of the store, but your feet paused as you noticed a familiar face walking down the street.

Most city dwellers looked away in disgust, sticking up their noses and walking off and ignoring the tall man, but you couldn't help but let your eyes linger as he giggled and cackled to himself about something that was only going on in his mind.

He looked ridiculously old, and pale, with his long white locks of hair that look better then, well, most women's hair, in fact. Makes you wonder if he washes his hair every day and what sorts of products he uses. But you've always known him to hold that wide grin that causes most people to look away, a bit horrified or disgusted. His face, scarred for unknown reasons. But… it's the outfit you like, the most. It's so… macabre. Dark. A bit spooky… plus…

If he can wear purple, which is such an expensive color, surely he's not as plain and simple as everyone wants to think, right?! Crazy, probably. Boring, you doubt it!

But still… no one wants to talk about that man and you still know nothing about him. Nothing about why he doesn't live where humans live. Why he insists on living by himself in the woods, alone. While the animal hybrid humans like to converse with him, no one human certainly does, which is sad, in your opinion. But he's just so… mysterious.

And insane.

And with a slight blush on your face you took a side street, hoping he didn't notice your wandering eyes as you rushed home, knowing that your grandmother wouldn't approve in the slightest. After all, you need to be nice to customers but that doesn't mean you fall head over heels over the first guy you meet.

And apparently, the skull bowtie he wears makes him more suspicious, or at least that's what you hear whenever you walk down the streets about… that crazy Mad Hatter.