The nighttime brought a sweet blanket of quiet onto Wonderland. The amusement park was usually full to bursting of life, lights and sounds. However, the young kids that frequented Wonderland were very tired by around 8pm, and so were their families. They had all gone back to their hotels by this point. In an amusement park like Wonderland, you’d never want to leave.

Unless you were Joker. Joker, the owner of Wonderland, was always putting on an energetic face, entertaining whoever came up to him with smiles and laughter. Not to say he didn’t enjoy his job, but it was incredibly draining.

Currently, Joker was in the Bell Tower, trying to fix some of his clockwork angels and knights. But he had been pestered by little kids all day, and his hands were shaky with tiredness. But as a Magician, he was the only one in Wonderland who could fix these. So he shrugged aside his debilitating exhaustion and continued his work.

As he worked, he began to slip into a state of subconsciousness. He was still doing his job, but not really focusing on it. His mind had travelled elsewhere, and his body was heavy and tense.

Just then, his hand slipped, throwing himself off balance with a sudden jolt. He shrieked shrilly, as his hair was now caught in between two cogs. For fuck’s sake.