Wonderland, after Alice had left, became dark. Very dark. The Cheshire Cat whose grin was once one of amusement and just a bit of crazy, was now twisted with desire to rule. And he did rule. He had overthrown the Queen of Hearts and her loyal Card minions. No one really seemed to care that he had taken over, he had always been the unofficial ruler in everyone's eyes in the first place.

At first it was all going great. Wonderland was doing, well, wonderfully. Cheshire was typically the same old Cheshire Cat, always very kind to his subjects, albeit a little mad – but who wasn't in Wonderland? – and he never shouted "Off with their heads!" Like the Queen of Hearts once had.

But things slowly started to change. Power that he never truly utilized before had gone to his head. It twisted his grin from one of harmful play, into one of pure malice. His once beautiful violet-black hair went completely black, his stripped ears and tail changed to black and white instead of the once purple and pink. Even the very fabric of his stripped shirt went the same as his tail and ears.

His laws, if they could even be called that, became more and more unruly and nonsensical by the day, and soon every occupant in Wonderland began to truly fear their once loveably insane King.

It seemed for a time that Cheshire would never go back to his original state of mind, and that Wonderland would become more dark and bleak with every passing day. The subjects believed it for a time that is, until the day SHE came down the rabbit hole.