A/N: I do not own the song that I used in this chapter! So please don't sue me!!


Welcome to Wonderland…

Chapter Seven: Albert "Goblin King" Wesker


"Captain Wesker?!" Jill whispered sharply, gazing at the man with the poofy blonde hair and sunglasses.

"No, silly Jilly Bean," Chris said. "He is no Captain. He is the Goblin King!"

"Ugh…I know that! He's my captain in the real world."

"Oh…well, I guess he is the captain of the goblin army."

"Shh! He's gonna say something!"

Jill and Chris turned their attention back to the man who is supposed to be Wesker. He walked over to one of the goblins; a dirty faced one who had on a top hat and patchy stain jacket. Goblin King Wesker grabbed the goblin by the scruff of its jacket and pulled him up to his face.

"W-what is it sir?" The goblin stuttered, trying not to make eye contact with Wesker.

Wesker didn't answer; he just looked sternly at the goblin. Jill sat up out of her vase a little, anticipating to what the Goblin King was going to say. Come on you blonde moron, say something already…

A smile appeared on Wesker's face. "…You remind me of the babe."

Huh?

"What babe?" All the goblins asked in unison.

Oh. My. God. If he dies a lame David Bowie impression, I'm going to die.

"The babe with the power," Wesker said loudly.

The goblin's gasped in excitement. "What power?"

"Power of voodoo," Wesker replied.

"Who do?" The goblins asked.

"You do," Wesker said.

"Do what?"

"Remind me of the babe," Wesker said. He walked over to the balcony window and threw the goblin that he held out of the window.

Jill watched the goblin fly out the window and tried to stifle a chuckle. She didn't want the goblins and the Goblin King to find out that Chris and she were hiding in the throne room. The goblins shouted and cheered. Wesker walked back to the center of the room.

"Quiet!" he shouted, and the goblins automatically quieted down.

Oh, great…I feel a song coming on.

And just as Jill predicted, Goblin King Wesker began his best David Bowie impression and began to sing, with the goblins cheering him loudly.

"I saw my baby, crying hard as babe could cry. What could I do? My baby's love had gone and left my baby blue. Nobody knew!"

Wesker placed his hands on his face and had a shock expression on his face. "What kind of magic spell to us?"

This time, the goblins answered back in song. "Slime and snails? Or puppy dogs? Thunder or lightning?"

"And baby said," Wesker sung, pointed over a Jill and Chris' direction. Both of them immediately ducked back into their vases and thankfully, Wesker didn't notice. Jill was trying her best not to laugh at Wesker's horrible impression of a David Bowie song. Frankly, it sounded like nails scratching a chalk board. Jill bit her tongue to resist the urge to laugh during the chorus.

"Dance magic, dance," Wesker continued singing. The goblins provided the background singers and repeated what he just said. Surprisingly, to Jill, the goblins were better singers than the main singer. No wonder Wesker ever participated at the S.T.A.R.S. karaoke nights…

"Dance magic, dance. Put that baby spell on me." Wesker paused before singing again. "Jump magic, jump. Jump magic, jump. Put that magic jump on me. Slap that baby, make him free!"

"Why are we singing about a baby when there is no baby here?" Jill heard one goblin ask.

"You got me," Another answered. "Just sing along because I don't want to be thrown out the window."

And Jill couldn't take it anymore. She began laughing loudly, making her vase shake. Hell, she could even here Chris laughing just as loudly as her in his vase. She didn't even care if the goblins or Wesker could hear her laughing. Witnessing Wesker trying to sing was probably one of the rarest and funniest things to see in the world.

Suddenly, the vase began shaking too hard and fell over, breaking instantly as soon as it hit the ground. Jill stopped her laughing and looked up at the mob of goblins and their king. She sat up and tried to smile innocently.

"Um…hello," She greeted quietly.

No one answered.

Finally, Chris' vase fell over and broke, revealing the hiding Redfield. He looked at Jill, at the mob of goblins and then back at Jill, a boyish smile appearing on his face.

"Looks like we've been found out, huh?" He asked in a whisper.

Jill nodded.

"Silence! Who are you fools and why are you in my castle?" Goblin King Wesker boomed, out of his David Bowie impression.

"I-I-I…" Jill tried to say, but felt her words choke in her throat. Thankfully, Chris was there to save the day.

"We came here to visit you," Chris said boldly. "My friend here is trying to get back home to her world and we thought that-"

Wesker held up his hands to silence Chris. "Whatever Chris but who is your little friend?" Wesker pointed at Jill with a bony finger and narrowed his eyes at her.

"Jill Valentine," Chris answered for Jill, once again. "Will you help us out or not?"

Wesker turned his back to them and walked over to his throne. He had look on his face that he was deep in thought, but Jill knew that he could give a rat's ass about her problems. He is just like the Wesker at home…

"How about this…no!" Wesker shouted.

"Why not?!" Jill demanded. "Why the hell won't you help me?"

"Frankly my dear, I don't like you," Wesker said as he stood up from his throne. He grabbed a sword that sat on the table next to him and held it out. He pointed the sharp blade at Jill. Jill glared at him and he returned the glare. "I dare you to try to yell at me once again…"

"Stop it!" Chris shouted. He jumped at Jill and wrapped a protective arm around her. He looked at Wesker with pure hatred in his eyes.

Oh boy…now I can feel the testosterone in the air…

"You touch her and I'll gut you like a fish," Chris hissed through gritted teeth.

Wesker threw his head back and laughed, pulling the sword away from Jill. He began walking to his throne and sat back down in it.

"You really think you can protect her?" Wesker asked coldly. "You couldn't even protect the last one of her!"

Jill looked at Chris in confusion. "Last one of me?" she repeated quietly.

"It's a long story, Jilly Bean," Wesker said with a crooked smile. How the hell did he know my nickname that Chris gave me? "I'm sure my friend Chris here will tell you all about it in the dungeon."

Wesker snapped his fingers and from underneath Jill and Chris, a trap door opened. The duo fell down it, screaming as they fell. Jill looked up, seeing the light disappear. Chris' arm was still wrapped around her as they fell down the seemingly bottomless hole.

She knew it…they were going to fall to their deaths or be locked up in a dungeon for God only knows. But then, something hit her. Why was Chris so defensive about her in the throne room? Was did Wesker make the comment of "couldn't even protect the last one of her"? If they did make it to the dungeon, she was going to ask Chris just exactly what the hell is going on.


A/N: Oh boy, next chapter is the dark chapter where Chris reveals stuff...yay! Thanks for reading!