Puck POV
I was taking a walk through town, looking for trouble. So I can assist the trouble maker. I haven't done anything REALLY bad in a while, and I have a reputation to uphold.
As I walked by a dark alley, it practically reeked of trouble. Naturally, I continued my walk into the creepy alley.
As I strolled into the pitch black, I began to whistle a cheerful toon. Before I knew what was going on, a hand, I think, grabbed the back on my shirt and pulled me to the ground.
I groaned as my head hit the pavement floor. I was just about to pop out my fairy wing when I felt a sharp pain to my side.
A deep voice began to speak from the shadows, "Listen, Puck," he spit the name out like poison, "I know your weakness, so your gunna shut up and listen to me. Don't go gettin' any ideas now," He said.
"Nonsense!" I yelled. "The Trickster King has no weaknesses!"
"Is that right? I suppose there is no girl? I've been watching you kid. You can't hide anything from me."
Suddenly a figure stepped out of the shadows and into the dim street lamp. I gasped.
"Hello squirt. Remember me? Gaston?"
Sabrina POV (1 day later)
After I got up I slumped down the stairs to the kitchen. Pink eggs and neon green bacon sat at the table. Clanging of pots and pans in the kitchen meant Granny Relda was making another one of her concoctions again.
I sat down at the table and served myself slightly less than what I should. I have no idea what this new food will taste like. Last night Granny said she going to try out a new recipe from Alpakastan. I took little nibbles at a time, trying to swallow without tasting it.
"Children! Breakfast is ready!" Granny called from inside the kitchen. "Oh, good morning Sabrina," Granny said as she noticed Sabrina sitting at the table. " I suspect Puck will be down in a minute but do you mind going and waking up your sister? My goodness, that girl could sleep through World War three," Granny exclaimed as I got up out of her chair and headed for the stairs.
Daphne was sprawled across the bed with drool dripping down her chin. I grabbed her and shook violently. She opened one eye and peered at me.
"Hyokingmepsoeary," Daphne mumbled as she pressed her face against the bed, so the light wasn't in her eyes.
"Come on. Breakfast," I said.
She lifted her head enough so she can look at me. She had a cute, curious expression on that almost made me laugh. "What's for breakfast?" She asked.
"I don't know. Something pink. Something green. I think one of them might actually be food." I said.
Daphne grumbled and mumbled something about never getting enough sleep. I laughed a little as I headed out the door.
As I passed Puck's door I noticed something odd. A green string was stuck in the door. I tugged at it but something heavy was keeping it in place on the other side. I looked down the hall to find it abandoned. I could hear Daphne in our room getting dressed.
I slowly opened the door, keeping an eye out for and booby traps. Surprisingly I was able to open the door without having something disgusting and smelly fall on me, as usual.
On the other end of the door I saw a mass of green resting on the floor. Suspiciously I scooped it up and nearly gasped. Puck's green hoodie lay in my hands.
Where is Puck? Why would He leave his green hoodie? He never goes anywhere without his filthy hoodie.
I held it up and that's when I saw it. A blank sheet of paper lay on the ground. I snatched it up and flipped it over. On the other side a few words are scribbled down. They read, " Hey ugly, you better not wash this. I'll be gone for a while. stay safe."
Puck POV
I looked back at the house as I walked away. The house that I have grown to love(and I don't like the fact that I'm growing).
I look at one specific window and think of... her. Her. The reason i'm doing this. Her. The girl I...
I look down at my grey hoodie and sigh. At least I know my green one is in good hands.
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