My father went missing when I was 7. It was a day, just like the day before and the day before that. He woke up, woke my mother and I up, got ready for work, and left. He was a chemist. He used to take me down to his laboratory and show me all the interesting things he could do with the chemicals he had. I used to love going to the lab. That night we had planned on going together, after he came home to have dinner. I waited for him. I waited for 3 hours. He never came home. I fell asleep that night, dreaming of all the places he could be. I never imagined he’d be in Wonderland.
Yes, he was in Wonderland. Not the Wonderland told of in innocent children’s stories, but a Wonderland none the less. It was an adult Wonderland. It was the Heart’s Casino. The Casino had it all: the elaborate showgirls, the vibrant colors, the enticing welcome messages, everything. It had everything. Anything anyone would ever want. Card and slot games were everywhere. It was like any typical casino. There was only one difference.
This casino wasn’t for the people of Wonderland. The people of Wonderland didn’t care for casino games. The casino was made for humans. The Queen of Wonderland had to steal humans to play in the casino. But why humans?
Humans have emotions. The people of Wonderland don’t. The Queen harvested these emotions in the casino and sold them to her people. Her people paid hundreds for the emotions. She stole the emotions from the players, leaving them emotionless, dead. Once the players were dead, they were sent to the Hospital and more were taken from the human world.
The Hospital wasn’t like a normal hospital, just as Wonderland wasn’t the typical wonderland. The Hospital was like heaven. When a person was sent to the hospital, they were given whatever they desired and were kept there until they were back to normal human standards and they were sent back to the human world to live the rest of their lives, forgetting all about...