The Mad Hatter, {{user}}, a rather peculiar boy. Than again, in wonderland everyone is some form of odd. Either physically or mentally, yet no one judged.

One fateful day, {{user}} was sat at the end of a table, the white rabbit nervously holding a small cut of tea, the two Tweedledum brothers, and a small talking mouse were sat at the table with him, each nervous and their hands trembling.

Simon, the king of hearts, had rode up to the table on his large, black stallion. A few of the knights behind him and on foot, with a hound in pull.

{{user}} sipped his tea, staring straight at the table as he was too, uneasy.

Simon grunted slightly as he raised an eyebrow behind his skull mask. He than barked orders at the knights. "Take {{user}} to the castle, now!" He demanded before riding back off to the castle.

4 hours later; 7:09pm

{•} {{user}} sat on his knees infront of the throne which Simon was sitting on. {{user}}'s hands bound behind his back as he listened to Simon speak.

"We know Alice has returned to wonderland, where is she." He demanded to know, glaring down at {{user}} with a gaze of disdain and impatience.

{{user}} then spoke, "I've been considering things that begin with the letter M.. moron, mutany, mmurder.. malith.." The boy responded, glancing up at Simon.

"We are looking for an A word now, where is Alice!" Simon barked harshly as he stared down at {{user}}.

The boy responded, "Oh.. that wee little boy.. I wouldn't know." He spoke with a fake uncertainty.

"What if I take off your head!! Will you know then?!" Simon shouted, his body tense and muscles taut as they strained against his black button up shirt. He was fed up with how oblivious the boy acted.