Wonderland

Maddison's P.O.V.

"Hey, you're new around here," I shouted at the redhead as I approached the large truck. He turned to me and smiled when he saw me.

"I could say the same for you, hon," he replied, eyeing my crop top and heels. I looked down at myself briefly and laughed. I looked back at him.

"I live here, actually," I said, pointing to the old building. He looked past me at the hotel. He looked very confused. "Just because I live in a rustic-slash-vintage home, doesn't mean that I can't be modern," I said, brushing my hair back with my fingers.

"Axel, we're ready to go!" someone shouted from the other side of the truck. The other man I saw walked around into my line of sight. Once he saw me, he changed his tone and stance, from big and burly to nice and charming. "Two beautiful ladies in less than five minutes. We sure are lucky this morning, huh, Ax?" he retorted, nudging his counterpart in the side with his elbow. The two chuckled, and so I laughed along with them.

"Maddison," I said, reaching out my hand. The brunette took it, but didn't shake. Instead he turned my hand and kissed it. I put my other hand on my chest, right on my collarbone. I felt an unwanted blush grace my cheeks.

"Ezra, and this is Axel." Ezra gestured with his hand at the redhead. Axel smiled and waved. We all laughed. Ezra let go of my hand.

"You two should come in and have some coffee and breakfast in the diner," I commented. Axel shook his head.

"We just finished up in there, actually. The other lovely lady in there was very nice," he assured.

"If not a bit sarcastic..." Ezra loudly mumbled. Axel smacked him in the shoulder. I rose my hand and waved it off.

"You must be talking about Kitty, my sister. Don't worry; everyone says it. She takes it as a compliment," I reassured them. Ezra nudged Axel again.

"Told you. The hot, mean ones and the beautiful, nice ones are always sisters!" he tried to whisper. Axel reddened harshly, turning and smacking his friend again.

"Would I be able to say the same for you two?" I asked, joking. The two nodded.

"I am Ezra Hornhoove, and this is my little brother, Axel Hornhoove," he said, bowing and flourishing his hands. I giggled when I saw Axel face-palm, hard.

"Well, I am Maddison Hattie Hartfield," I said, bowing, " and you've already met my sister, Kitty Katrina Chesterson." I gestured to the front door of the diner.

"I'm confused," Axel piped, "If you are sisters, then why do you not share the same last name?"

"Her mother and my father died in .... different situations," I paused, not wanting to say too much. "Her father then married my mother. That's how we are sisters with different last names," I explained. They both 'ahh'ed in unison.

"Well, we should get going. We are just moving in from out of state and don't want to keep our new landlord waiting. Perhaps we will see you, "Axel Spoke.

"And, your sister!" Ezra said, holding up a finger. Axel rolled his blue-green eyes.

"Yes, and your sister, Kitty, around?" he finished. I smiled and nodded.

"I would like that very much." Axel pulled a pen and scrap piece of paper out of his pants pocket and scribbled his number and name onto it. He handed it to me, winking when our fingers grazed against one another.

I blushed harder. He nodded to say goodbye as he backed towards the vehicle. He waved at me once he and his brother were inside the truck.

I waved back as they drove off down the dirt road towards town...

~Time-Skip to Lunch Time~

Quincy's P.O.V.

I walked into the kitchenette, ready to help with the dinner preparations {A/N: Q calls lunch dinner and dinner supper bc he's weird}. However, when I opened the back door to the kitchenette, I couldn't believe my eyes.

"Kitty, you got the silverware?"

"Yeah, and you're folding the napkins, Mads?"

"You know it!"

I stood in the doorway, watching as these two girls, who I had never seen awaken before 1: 30pm on a weekend, slide entrees and sides and plates and glasses gracefully onto a clothed table. What in Wonderland had gotten into them?

"Uhmmm........hello?"

"Oh, hey, Q! How'd you sleep?" Kitty asked, eerily chipper. She turned to me as she set the silverware down in perfect order.

"Oh, Quincy! I have something for you!" Maddison squealed. She set down her origami napkins and ran over to the tiny, purple stove. On it was a pot full of some boiling liquid. I walked nearer to it and Maddison when she waved me over. As soon as I saw the dark, opaque brew and smelt its odor, I backed away quickly, pinching my nose and waving the fumes away.
"What the deuce is that?" I asked from the other side of the kitchen. Kitty and Maddison seemed confused by my reaction to the elixir they had concocted.
"What are you being a baby about? This stuff smells amazing! I half wanna eat it and half wanna bathe in it! What is wrong with you?" Kitty said rather loudly. Maddison looked between me and her potion.
"Quincy, what color is the fluid in the pot?" she asked.
"Black and shiny," I answered. She nodded.

"Mhm. And what does it smell like?" she pondered. I took a big whiff of the putrid smell in and nearly choked.

"Like a cockroach and a big ol' pile of shit fucked, had a baby, and their baby rolled around in sewage for 17 years straight and then barfed on itself," I replied gagging. Kitty snorted at the image I had just painted in words.

"That's not good. You need this more than I had thought," Maddi said, grabbing a big mug and ladling some of the refuse from the pot into it.

"Mads..." Kitty said, no more laughter left in her voice and eyes steely serious.

"The Curse of the Jaberwocky is a curse of pure evil. It causes all things of joy and bliss or pleasure into feelings of discomfort and despair and pain or disgust. Kitty, what do you smell?" Maddison asked, running the filled mug under the cat's nose.

"Like catnip~" she said, almost drooling. Maddy chuckled.

"Really, because I smell flowers," she stated. I crooked my head to the left, confused.

"But how--?" I began, before Maddy so rudely interrupted my thoughts.

"It's magic, Q! It has its way of making the impossible possible," she said with a slight grin. She walked over to me and handed me the black mug. I swallowed hard.

"Bottoms up," I said, raising the glass and chugging as hard as I could to finish it briefly.

"Cheers!" Kitty and Maddy said in unison right when a drop of that vile fluid hit my tongue. I retched into the mug but didn't stop chugging. Once every drop was down and hopefully not coming back up, I dropped the mug onto the onto the counter.

"Holy Fu-" I can't even finish my words the taste is so bad! Good thing too, because just at that moment, Whitney Rabbit walked into the kitchen, wearing a shirt that was obviously not hers and rubbing her big blue eyes.

".......g'mor'in'......." she says through a yawn. We all turn and laugh at how sleepy she is. Kitty walks over to her and picks her up, her pale thighs peeking out from underneath the long and too-big shirt.

"You're not wearing pants?" Kitty says in a baby voice, holding Whitney like a small tyke. God, did she look like a mother. Whitney shook her tired head, holding onto Kitty like a baby and sticking her thumb in her mouth.

"Iii gaw too haw lash nighhhhh. Annn, Budderfy saysh daaah she lii-ee my skiiiimm," she says around her thumb. Kitty places the small rabbit girl in the semi-highchair. Even though Whit was older than all of us ((A/N: Whitney is almost 18)), she was the smallest of us, barely reaching about five foot even.

"What do you mean, she likes your skin?" Maddy asks, inching closer to the girl. Whitney opened her eyes barely enough to see her irises.

"She lii-ee haw iii dasssee," she said around her digit. Kitty looks up at Maddy from where she sat, on the table, in front of the sleeping Whitney Rabbit.

"Dase?" I ask. Maddy looks from me, confirming she was just as confused as I, to Kitty, probably praying that her cat ears caught it better than hers or mine.

"Shh! Outside now!" the cat whisper shouted, holding a finger up to her mouth as she spoke. We all scurried out the back door.

"What!? What's wrong?" Maddy asked once the door was closed. Instead of answering, Kitty leapt up the stairs on all fours, tail low behind her. The witch and I followed her, trying desperately to keep pace with a pouncing cat.

We crouch-ran down the hall, stopping at Butterfly's room. Kitty tried the knob, turning it despite the lock. We peeked inside. We were not ready for what we saw...

Kitty's P.O.V.

The room was dark, but my eyes adjusted quickly. Clothes littered the floor. Shirts. Pants. A skirt. Socks. Shoes. Bras and matching panties. It looked as if she had lived there her whole life without cleaning. I peered over at the wall, to the bed.

"Caterpillar sleeps in the tree over there. He says that it's more comfortable," I hear Maddy whisper.

On the bed, barely decent under the sheets, lied Butterfly. naked, might I add. And what did she hold in her hand as she slept? A red ribbon.

Whitney's red ribbon.

"Taste," I say, "She likes how her skin tastes..."

Looks like I wasn't the only one keeping secrets.

[A/N: Hey, y'all! If you want me to write a sort of yuri chapter on Whitney and Butterfly, please comment "(your idea for a ship name) forever". If I deem the amount of people requesting the chapter enough, then I will write the chapter! Okay, love y'all. Baiiiiiiii!!!!!!!!]