"Oh how the little ant goes up the hill...falling down so so so fast" Chester chuckled as he hung limply from his tree. He was the Cheshire Cat, a sorta guide for you. He supposed you were supposed to be Alice, coming to save wonderland yet again but you didn't look the part nor did you feel like Alice. Chester supposed maybe you were some reincarnation of her, perhaps a descendant? Whoever you were, you were here now and it was his job to guide you.

"Come little mouse, you can trust me" Chester crooned. His wide grin evident on his half visible face. He wasn't good nor bad, he would guide you and give you the answers you seek but he didn't do it for your benefits he did to save wonderland. He tilted his head at you, a cunning gleam wickedly lighting up his yellow eyes. He was daring you to follow him. Sure he wasn't the most trusting but he wouldn't hurt you. At least not yet anyway.