Jog your memory: "You said there was . . . a vile." I said looking suspiciously at the man who seems to have a fetish for clocks. "Yes." "Then where is ours?"

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Everyone looked at me strangely. "What do you mean 'where is ours?'" The idiotic, smiling knight asked me. "It means just as it was said. Where is our viles?" "Check your pockets." The clockmaker asked with a serious face, chin resting on his hands. I, and Clair, checked our pockets only to find nothing but lint.

"What does this mean?" Clair asked in a sweet voice. She now stood next to me because she felt a bit afraid. "Nightmare, do know something of this?" Asked the man with short dark navy hair, I believe his name is Gray. Nightmare stayed quiet. "Is it just the two of you?" I looked at Clair than at the man, I stood protectively in front of my younger friend. "Yes." I answered him but my voice held suspicion. "There is—" I heard a loud scream. We all turned in the direction of the voice.

I felt a compulsion to go after the owner of the scream and told Clair to stay put. I ran in the direction north but I didn't see anything with the exception of trees. I was nearly ready to give up and ask the role holders for assistance in finding the person. I heard a moan and looked wildly for the person. I saw a person lying in the dirt on their side.

I felt my eyes widen in horror. 'This person could be dead! But their moaning so they are alive. I have to hurry and help them.' I quickly ran to their side and inspected their wounds. 'They aren't fatal but they need to be cleaned and bandaged. I have to hurry and get them to the mansion.' I lifted the girl up off the ground. She isn't heavy but she isn't entirely light either. I felt something poking me through her sleeves and other clothing.

I gently settled her down and looked at her clothing. She was covered in knives that were hidden by her clothing. I gently took the weaponry out of the hidden pockets and placed them in my bag. I picked the girl up and settled her on my back. I walked swiftly back to the manor while trying to not disturb the girl. The pain would be worse if she wakes up.

The second I was nearly back at the manor Elliot came running to me. When he saw me carrying the injured and knocked out girl he offered to carry her. "No Elliot." I said gruffly and meaner than I measnt to. I wanted to sound serious and I am in, as my friends dub it, 'maternal work mode'. Elliot's ears lowered at my tone of voice, "Sorry." He said with a put. 'Kawaii.' That was the only coherent thought I had a t the moment, well besides 'Save the girl.' "Elliot look I am trying to help the girl so I feel a bit stressed out. I am not upset with you, okay?" Elliot seemed to brighten considerably at that.

I got to the others as quickly as humanly possible which was considerably quick for me. Usually I only am quick when my life is in danger. I am guessing I have an adrenaline rush when a girl's life is, literally, in my hands and arms.

I quickly told Blood to take me to an empty and clean room. He started walking and it was a bit too slow for my thinning patience. "Move already!" I yelled at him and he stopped walking entirely and glared at me. "Scowl at me later! Just lead me to an empty room! If I don't act fast she could die in my arms!" Clair stood shocked beside me. 'I didn't even realize she was with us.' "Take her to a room now if you value your life." She told the Mafioso in a serious voice which held warning. Clair knew I would seriously get vicious when someone's life is in danger. Blood sniffed in a haughty manner and glided towards the nearest room but only slightly faster.

I gently placed the girl on the bed. I dug through my satchel and took out my first aid kit which was quite big. It was about the size as a school desk and as thick as my hand. "How does that fit in her satchel?!" I heard Nightmare exclaim. "The world may never know." I heard Clair quote the Tootsie Pop commercial and what I said to her when she asked me the first time.

I took off the girl's coat and other excess clothing, leaving her in her pants and T-shirt. I looked and saw no blood dripping or soaking her pants so I left those as is. I saw many scars, bruises both new and old, and fresh cuts still bleeding out fresh crimson. I put on a pair of rubber gloves not wanting to take the time to wash my hands since this girl could bleed to death if the cuts are deep.

I put some peroxide on cotton swabs and started cleaning the cuts. The girl was shaking and wincing a bit at the touch of the cleaning utensils. The cut on her forehead was first to be cleaned, then arms, and a few really this cuts on her stomach when I lifted the lower part of her shirt up slightly. I inspected each and every cut to make sure that none needed stiches. I observed that none were deep enough to need any and sighed in relief. 'I know I cannot do stiches even if I knew how I wouldn't be able to stomach it.' I placed some anti-bacterial cream on each cut to prevent infections and scars from forming. I saw her wince again in her slumber and gave a reassuring smile even though I know she couldn't see me.

I placed gauze on each wound and secured it with medical tape. I then dug through my kit for a specific product. I finally found it and took the small white cylinder from my kit. I unscrewed the lid letting the smell of cocoa fill the room. I put my rubber glove clad fingers into the thick, pasty yellow cream. I lifted some out and placed it on the already formed scars. I rubbed it into the marks, onto every single one in sight. Once I finished, I took off the gloves and pressed down onto her rib cage watching her face for any grimace or show of pain. I saw none and had to sigh in relief.

I put everything back into the kit and placed the kit back into the satchel. "How does she do that?" I heard Nightmare exclaim a second time. I let out a small chuckle and turned to him, "Magic." That was all I said. I shooed everyone out of the room and gently closed the door so it would make the least amount of noise possible. Clair asked me the question I figured everyone was thinking, well besides my 'magical' satchel, "Is she okay?" "She has no broken rib bones from what I can tell and no need for stiches." "How did you know what to do?" I heard the blue twin ask me.

I gave a smile that seemed to show some pain. Clair looked at me worriedly knowing somewhat of the reason. "Dee," I started my answer, "I have had a need for first aid since I was barely a year old." "Why?" This time the red clad twin asked. "Because people have always enjoyed my pain." A few role-holders were about to question further when a moan was heard. I quickly turned and opened the door gently.

The girl was about to open her eyes when I spoke, "Open your eyes slowly and sit up slowly. Do not rush yourself." I spoke in a gentle tone that also held seriousness. The girl abided by what I said and looked at me. "Who are you?" "My name is Katherine Freunshaft but you may call me Kat if you wish." I heard Pierce squeak hearing my nickname again. "May I ask, what is your name?" "People call me Midnight." The girl, Midnight, answered in a firm voice.

"What happened to me?" She looked around the room and saw the other people in the room. She seemed a bit uncomfortable with all the people around. I gave a reassuring smile to her and spoke in what my friends call my 'motherly tone'. "Would you like the others to leave and you speak to me alone?" Midnight seemed to balance the pros and cons of being alone with someone you barely know. "Yes."

I once again shooed the others away. I walked back to the girl and sat beside her but kept some distance so she could get used to me. "Do you feel any pain?" I questioned her. She nodded 'yes' and felt her forehead. She quickly pulled her hand back feeling the gauze and some of the thick cream. "What is this?!" I gave small chuckle, "You were badly injured when you fell into Wonderland. So I treated your wounds. Also that cream is called cocoa butter. It is used to fade scars." She looked at me strangely. "I have a lot of scars myself so I used that cream to make them fade. Also, I get injured plenty of times so I carry a first aid kit."

The girl looked at me strangely, "You would help a random stranger?" "Well I would never leave someone for dead! It is just wrong!" I huffed out in an offended tone. Midnight looked at me and broke into a small smile. She looked like she had just touched heaven. "Thank you." She said in a grateful and sweet tone as opposed to her earlier firm, gruff voice.

"Now let's fix your clothes. And could you tell me why you carry so much weaponry?" She looked uncomfortable at the last question. I gave a reassuring, apologetic smile, "You can tell me why when you are comfortable enough to." She seemed relieved at that. I took out my sewing kit and fixed the holes in her jacket and shirts. I used some stain remover to take out the difficult blood stains. Seeing all that was in my satchel caused her to look at me weird, "How does all that fit in there?" "The world may never know." I giggled at my inside joke.

Before she redressed I told her to come with me into the bathroom. I told her to bend over the sink so I could wash her hair. I took out a shampoo bottle and a conditioner bottle. I washed her hair and it now smelt like sea breeze, Midnight seemed to like it. I walked out of the bathroom letting her dry her hair with a towel. I handed her the clothes and told her I would wait for her in the other room while she dressed in the bathroom.

When she walked out I observed her. She had medium, strait midnight black hair with spikey ends. 'Midnight has midnight black hair. Ha.' She was slightly shorter than me but definitely not by much, maybe a half inch. She had black leather boot that went to her knees covered in iron chains. Fishnet leggings covered her legs. She had shorts that went halfway up her black and white shirt that were held up by a studded belt. A pirate jacket that I had just stitched was over her shirt. There was a skull necklace around her neck. She had chains everywhere, on her jacket and shorts mainly. Earrings were on each ear three on the earlobe and two on the top of her ear.

I handed her back her weapons. She now had three swords to her left side and a hand gun in one boot. A knife up each sleeve. I handed her a small wand-like rod that she shook. It extended to be slightly taller than she is and turned into a scythe that reminded me of a grim reaper. A pocket watch that when she suddenly lifted it up it turned into an assault rifle.

When she was done getting dressed I decided to ask her, "Before we go out and get one hundred questions from the weirdos out their do you have any questions?" She looked relieved and asked me, "Where am I?" "I don't entirely know myself. I just got here today as well. I was told we are in Wonderland." Midnight looked at me strangely. "Don't look at me like that. I am serious that is what they told me. Apparently, my friend, Clair, and I are part of a game. And I would guess, you are too."

"I don't get it, how did I get here? One second I was with my crew at the bar and the next thing I know I was waking up in this bed." "Crew? Drinking? How old are you?" I said in a scolding tone. "I am eighteen where I am from it is the legal age." I sighed hoping that it was legal where she is from. "Well that a relief but I refuse to drink it kills the brain." "How old are you?" Midnight asked me with a curious expression. I gave a small laugh, "I am nineteen. Oh and you are the same age as Clair."

"What were you doing between being at the bar and waking up in this bed?" "I thought I saw something so I went outside the bar to see if something was wrong. Suddenly, I fell down this giant hole!" I nodded my head, "I was walking home with Clair when I fell down a hole with her. So I am guessing that the hole leads here." "How do we get home?" Midnight asked me. I gripped her hand, "I am not sure. I am going to guess win the game."

She nodded her head to let me know she understood or just to assure herself that everything will be okay I am not sure. "I-Is it okay if I stay with you?" She seemed to not like the idea of having no one she knows here so I smile, "But of course. I need someone else sane here with all those weirdos!" She laughed at my answer and seemed to be less tense. "Now let's go see those weirdos!" I told her in a happy tone. 'Yay I have a new friend.'

I stood up and put a hand out to her to help her up, a smile on my face. She grabbed my hand and I pulled her up but I made sure not to injure her further while doing so. We walked out of the room and back to the tea tables to see the weirdos yet again and to introduce my new friend.

Tea and carrot cakes

Mrs. Tickle Tehe my friend that owns Clair likes you and I was like "What about Kat?!" Clair's owner laughed about my reaction. But yeah Clair is adorable.

I do not own Tootsie Pops nor do I own Mary Poppins

I own Katherine (Kat) My friend owns Clair and my other friend owns Midnight

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