OKAY! Quick question... why do I always do Author's Notes about NOTHING? Just give the word and I'll stop... maybe... anyway:
I do not, I repeat, DO NOT own the Sisters Grimm, New York City, Garage, M●A●C, etc.., however, I DO own the new OOC Puck, Daphne, and Sabrina. Yay for me, right? Right. So... yes.
Um... hi, how are you? I like Fanfiction.
So before we begin totally I'd like to explain what's going on here. This story is Puck's POV, and sometimes Sabrina's and Daphne's, but on rare occasions. Oh! And also random POVs from Mr. Sh-nuggles
The setting is in (DUH) NYC and it goes back and forth between a to a school, Faerie and a apartment. Some other places, of course, but these are the main places.
We've got a wide collection of characters here, but some of them I want, nay, I NEED to be a surprise, so here are the ones that won't really matter if they make people go "She should've saved that for later.";
-Puck Goodfellow: The not-so royal King who is starring in this dramatic-fantastic story!
-Daphne Grimm: The next main character who is a little less than sunny.
-Sabrina Grimm: The girl who likes to hog the spotlight! I may as well say she's a main character, too.
-Mustardseed Goodfellow (?): THAT'S RIGHT! You finally get to see his REAL self! Aren't you excited? I am! It'll be interesting to write about another blonde fairy. I hope I make him innocent enough.
AND that's about it for non-surprises. (Did you notice "G, G, G, G?)
So enjoy!
Also, P/D P/S M/S
*Burst Your Bubble Gum is not a real potion-gum. So do not try to find it.
Laying on my canopy-bed up, staring at nothing, thinking about everything... aaaahhhh, the perfect way to waste the day!
Hey, that rhymes!
I am so glad that "Dad" decided to bring back some furniture from the old Faerie.
Years and years of history... not that I'm in to history or anything like that...
Ever since escaping Ferryport Landng I've been... not me. Which is why my canopy-bed is my favourite thing ever. (*Actually, his Burst Your Bubble Gum™* is his favourite) It almost feels like it seems like all my thoughts are trapped in it. Which is good 'cause I know I wouldn't want **some people** to know what I've been thinking about. Like: "My god that lady over there is ugly!" and "I don't care if it's just a mole on an ugly guy, it LOOKS like it's going to eat me!"
So, that's why my canopy-bed is my favourite.
As soon as I sat up there was a knock on my door, and I knew who it was right away.
"If you don't come out right now I am going to tell Mum that you died and I'll make her bury you with Moth!" Mustardseed groaned.
I smiled. "We had another movie moment!"
Another groan from Mr. Uptight. "Don't change the subject, Puck! Get out here now! I'm not doing you're job **again** today!"
Huh?
"What do you mean? You wanted to do the King's paperwork! You never do the undercover stuff!" I said.
Some cursing from Mustardseed and then "Just get out here please."
I looked down at myself. I was wearing pants that I had been wearing for five days straight and a shirt that should've been thrown out years ago. I was perfectly read to take on School, but I knew if I left my room looking like myself, I'd p- tick off Mustardseed and Mum, which I didn't want to do... right now.
"I'm not dressed." I replied. Good save, Puck. Thanks.
"Come on, Puck," he grunted. "I know you don't want to do work today, but-"
"Damn right!" I shouted.
"-but if you don't, you'll regret it." He said.
"Is that your tough guy talk?" I taunted. One thing he should know about me by now. It's not a piece of cake to get me to fall into an insecure state.
Flashback: "So? What do I call you now? Your majesty?" "You should have been calling me that all along." "What you said was very nice." "My mother wrote it for me. She didn't care too much for what I came up with myself." "There's no one here now. Why don't you go ahead with your version?" "... My father was mean, arrogant, horrible, and selfish. He cared little for anyone and less for those who disagreed with him. His only love was for his precious kingdom... I HATED YOU! YOU TOOK EVERY OPPORTUNITY TO REMIND ME THAT I WAS WEAK AND STUPID! **sob, sob** When I was barely out of diapers he took me aside and told me I would never be king. He said I was a disappointment to him and he would never give up his throne to me. I went to my mother in tears and she explained him to me. She said he was worried about the kingdom's future and feared that his successor would destroy it-even if that successor was his own son. But my mother swore that one day I would wear the crown, and he would never see it coming. Until then, I would have my own kingdom. Then she gave me my name: the Trickster King. I've worn it proudly ever since. When I got older he tried to force me to marry Moth. So I told the old man he was nuts. Disobeying your father is a crime in our world. He banished me. But, here I am, the King of Faerie anyway. My mother was right. He never saw it coming... If you tell anyone I was crying, you'll regret it, pus-brain." "I won't tell, stinkpot."
Who was that girl?
"JUST GET OUT HERE!" He yelled. I guess I can let him win just this once. "And get changed!"
I heard him walk away and I signed.
I remember when things got bad- well, worse than it was- in Ferryport Landing. Charming thought that the Scarlet Hand was over, but he didn't know that there were other groups of them all over the world. Luckily, they got trapped in the barrier when they came to take us over. Lots of Everafters couldn't leave Ferryport hence they were hostages of the Scarlet Hand.
The ones that could, had to leave to protect the rest of the world. The list of Everafters taking on such a dangerous task were little, but they make all the difference.
Snow White, Goldi Locks (and the three bears), many talking animals, Mermaids, Mermen, etc, and me. I can't remember who I was with, or where I was when I go the letter, but I remember the feeling I got when I did.
I knew taking this task would be extremely dangerous and that I'd probably die, but I couldn't do anything about it.
After I left, there was a flow of Forgetful Dust in the town to erase all the chaos fromthe humans. Charming had to do the very thing that The Queen of Hearts did, send a ridiculous tax to all humans so they could leave and be out of harms way. Ferryport Landing was somehow taken off the map, and with the very same magic that protects Faerie, Ferryport Landing was basically did not exist anymore.
I wasn't alone when I left. Snow and I get assigned to the same place, New York.
We were lucky we got the Big Apple. Some Everafters got some pretty boring places (like the Pacific Ocean). Although I was very jealous of the Scarecrow when he announced he was going to Costa Rica. I'd much rather be somewhere warm.
I picked out my outfit for the next month- uhh, I mean today. Some jeans I think I got at... uhh... somewhere. They seem really small for me, but the Emo kid at the store said it was "in". I picked black 'cause they seemed less girly.
A shirt which I don't even remember buying... actually, I think it's Mustardseed's. Either way, I'm wearing it.
My good ol' Chuck Taylors and my F-A-V-O-U-R-I-T-E green hoodie!
After about fifteen minutes of eyeing myself in the mirror, I gathered stuff I need for a day of... HIGH SCHOOL!
Yep, that's what it said. Mum likes to stick sticky notes on everything I own to remind me of what my "Mission" (she likes saying that for some reason) is. Although, to be quite honest, I can't remember what that is exactly. I think it has something to do with spying on someone. I'm hoping if it is, it'll be the Lunch-Chump 'cause, I'm starving. Now,the rules for my "missions" are quite simple. Spy and don't get caught. Blend in and don't stand out. The first one, no problem, but I have a difficult time "blending in." You'd think, "Oooh hey! Puck seems like someone who could fit in! He is a fairy after all!" but I can't. A little less so now, but when I was 11-13 it was horrible. But, three years later, I have a little more... eh, a little more experience with the whole thing. Hahaha, the first time I did a "mission" I couldn't tell my shoe from important evidence. I admit, I wasn't very good. But, just like everyone else, I get better with more practice. Do you think I could fight dragons with a wooden sword right off the bat? Well... yes, I could, but that's not the point. I couldn't spell hippopotomous when I was first born! It took practice... *hippoptamus... ARGH! H-I-P-P-O-P-O-T-A-M-U-S! There... see? I still need practice. And, if you need more proof, you should see me try to spell that ridiculous word that that Mary Poppins lady says... seriously, I can't do it. But enough about misspellings and my disabilities. I guess I should kind of tell you what I have been doing for the last four years. Whoever "You" is. And, why am I telling "You" this even though I already know it.
Okay, so appearently (See? Another one) you've been watching me since I was eleven and in Ferryport Landing, so obviously, "You" (whoever that is) know everything already, but I'll refresh your... okay, I'm starting to freak myself out with this Talking to Myself in my Head thing. So, anyway, while I walk down the horribly long hallway to The Golden Egg, backpack over one shoulder and getting used to my Nearly Six-Foot height... wondering where my life went wrong, I'm just going to remember all of the years in Ferryport Landing. Well, not all of them, but just little clippettes, and... I'm doing it again. Anyway, the last thing I remember is... well, leaving for New York. It was raining, but what else is new in Ferryport? I was looking at someone, some people... this one, an elder, she was crying and calling me "Sapling"... no, something like... "Lively" or "Liveling", anyway, something like that. She was hugging me like crazy. Everyone else there seemed sad, but only that lady and a girl -I don't remember what she looks like- is crying as well. She's saying "See you later, Puke" and trying to smile, but is crying too hard. Wow, sappy. There's a lot of other Everafters there, saying goodbye to Snow and I.
We get on the train and I look back at the girl who called me "Puke" and I said "You're dead to me" and she laughed. Well... whoever she is/was we seemed to be friends.
Hmm... I wonder if she's good looking and is really missing me, maybe... PUCK! What? Oh... sorry, I'm sixteen, remember? Which, sucks. I miss eleven. Twelve was okay, but kind of weird, thirteen was a blur, fourteen same, fifteen was busy and sixteen is really embarrassing. I don't remember it being. But, then again, that was four-thousand-years ago. Plus, with all the pollution in the Twenty-First century it's no wonder Teenagers are dirty-minded freaks. Seriously! Does the world really need THAT many Barbies and Tickle-Me-Elmos or Bakugan factories ruining our home? No! Why, when I was a kid, we had WOOD to play with! And it was just as dangerous as every other battery-sucker death machines you have today! You had to be careful of rusty nails and splinters. Deadly spiders and ticks were everywhere! But did we complain? Only the brats... so yeah, I did complain. But, at least we had something to complain about! Kids these days just rant about "How their Barbie doll has a G.I. Joe voice" and how they got "Lead Poisoning from their Thomas the Tank Engine"! First off, what's so bad about a Barbie with voice-machine that says cool stuff like "I'm going to kill you" and second, why are they letting your kids lick their Thomas the Tank Engine toy anyway! And on that note, who is Thomas the Tank Engine? Seriously, it's their own fault they choked themselves with their Tinkertoys they got for Christmas.
"Hey, kid," Brian Groat growled (he's one of the billy goats from The Billy Goats Gruff). "Watch where'ya goin' next time, 'kay?"
"Umm... 'kay?" I reply staring at his Brad Pitt Style Beard (but better.) "But I don't think you know who I am, I am the king of-"
"Yeah yeah yeah, I know who you are. Just stop ya'h daydreaming and watch where'ya goin'! 'Kay?"
"Okay, okay, fine," I say. "But, I will report you to Titania, my mother, if you dare give me that mouth again." I'm trying to make myself sound serious... but, me? Serious? Not going to happen.
Brain snorted and spit on the floor. "Titania don't scare me. I once saw a-!"
"A troll the size of three carriages, I know, I know. You've told me before."
"Then you should know I'm not scared of no Titania. Now move, I need my sarsaparilla." He walked away and I was surprised.
Usually Brian was pretty friendly... or was it Bryce? I turn to walk the other way and see another guy with a Brad Pitt Style Beard (but better). He waves to me. I hesitantly wave back. Okay, so Bryce is the nice one. Note to self, do not interact with Brian unless prepared for consequences... plus, his breath smells bad. If forced to engage in conversation, DO NOT BREATH IN! Satisfied with my new Mind Notes for a Better Future I walk towards the Golden Egg's door, but another Brad Pitt Style Beard (but better) Guy is standing near the door talking to an unusually small cyclops. Okay... so it's either Bryce or Bruno who is the nice one... Sighing, I start for the door again.
"Puck!" Someone says. I turn around and see Mustardseed sitting at one of the booths. There are several folders laying open spilling out papers and what looks like a half eaten sandwich with green fuzz coming out of it. And I thought I was the messy one! I walk over to him and sit. "You almost forgot your briefing... again. You know, I'm starting to think you purposely avoiding your briefing."
"Wouldn't that be a surprise..." I reply stacking the creamers on top of each other.
"Please Puck, please pay attention this time. Remember 'Operation: Park Crazie'?"
"No, how about you 'brief' me on it?"
"That's not funny. Stop laughing."
"It's funny to me... oh, hey Lillian!"
"Okay, enough with the jokes..." Mustardseed said. His face getting red with embarrassment.
"Awh c'mon! Why don't you just admit you like her?" I ask him.
His face gets even redder and then he knocks over my creamer tower. "Never!"
"STEPHANIE! NOOOOO!" I yell cupping the creamers in my heads and then dramatically crushing. Cream spills out and runs down my arms and my pants.
"You name your towers?"
"Yes! Don't judge me... I have problems." I look down at the table with shame... it's not easy being a teenage fairy you know.
"I could have guessed that years ago."
"Oh nice! Making fun of someone who has to stare at themselves in the mirror fifteens minutes everyday 'cause they are afraid they'll forget what they look like!"
"... you really do that?"
"... no. Anyway, can we just get this barfing-"
"Briefing."
"-briefing over with? I want to get out of here before Mum does."
"Okay... and why would you want to do that?" Mustardseed asks with a bit of suspicion.
"Oh, innocent little Mustardseed. Already fourteen and has no clue. You see, I have to go to High school, it's a dreadful place full of drama, passion, betrayal and deodorant. A place where parents think you go to learn but you're really not... and, also, parents feel the need to start bawling their eyes out -mothers- and shake your shoulder while sucking in their cheeks -fathers- and say "Ooh! You're growing up so fast!" -mothers- and "Make us proud... and get a haircut!" -fathers- on your first day... so you see, I want to avoid that episode and just get this whole thing over with."
"Okay, I understand the Mother thing, but you don't have a father, because apparently he thought it was cool to drink poisoned wine." Mustardseed exclaimed. I had a hunch he was being sarcastic but he really does it at the worst possible times.
"Which makes it all the much easier." I say with a smile. Mustardseed rolls his eyes and looks down to his paperwork.
"Hey boys!" Lillian says coming over to our table.
Lillian is a very pretty girl. Hazel eyes and dark skin, dark hair and a very nice smile. The only problem is, she's twenty, and Mustardseed is so Head-Over-Heels for her it's embarrassing.
"Very funny Puck. Imitating Lillian's voice and making me think it's her... funny, funny Puck. You know, instead of saying you were an 'honest Puck' you should have said you were an 'evil Puck.' Mustardseed says not bothering to look up.
Trying not to laugh my cheeks off, so I order some food. "Hi Lillian. Umm... I'll have my usual."
"Okay'p! Two french toast, one pancake, three sausage links, four slices of ham, fruit salad, scrambled and poached, one order of hash browns and breakfast crepes. Anything else, Puck?" She asks.
It amazes me every time how she remembers all of that
"Yeah, a cup of coffee please..!" I smile mischievously.
She returns the smile. "Um, maybe not since you just crushed twenty creamers all over yourself, you seem pretty wound up to me."
"Awww, I think I deserve it! Plus, I didn't get any sleep last night." I give her the Puppy Dog Eyes, it always works on her.
"Not today. And, what about you Mustardseed?"
Darn... she found away around my best weapon!
"Nothing for me, thanks," Mustardseed says as he neatly puts back the papers he doesn't need and neatly place them back into on of the folders.
"Oh, but a growing boy needs his food! I'll get you Mama's special." She says picking up the menus off the table -smiling still- and head off to the kitchen with our orders. And, oh yeah, I forgot to mention she's Mother Goose's daughter. Sorry 'bout that.
Anyway, Mustardseed has a look of horror on his face, it's hysterical.
"What's up buttercup?" I ask pouring some sugar into my hand and then eating it.
"Sh-she called me a boy..." He says, eyes wide open and mouth agape.
"Well, duh, isn't that what you are?"
"B-but she won't... nevermind."
"'B-but' you think she won't like you if you're a 'boy' to her, right?"
"Right! Ugh! This is terrible!" He slams his head down on the table repeating "Terrible" over and over.
"Well, Mustardseed, you're seven years younger than her, of course she is going to call you a 'boy'" I reply. I keep pouring sugar into my hand, but it's taking forever, so I just take the lid off the sugar thing and dump it into my mouth. The cream still on my arms and pants make the sugar wet and sticky... AWESOME! "And, anyway, I thought you didn't 'like her'"
He lifts his head off the table, an imprint of The Golden Egg -which is engraved on each end of the table- is on his forehead, I try not to laugh. "Oh come on, we both know that's not true. It's so obvious that I like her that even the deaf and blind know!"
"That's true... okay, about my barfing?" I ask picking my teeth.
"Your briefing, and right, sorry." He picks up the papers and starts telling me a boring story about stuff that does stuff to help someplace... I'm going to have a nap with my eyes open... hope my food gets here soon... the usual...
Hope you enjoyed! :) Please review
And, I hope you liked the new layout. I couldn't find a way to make it broken down, so I had to do this :\ It'll take more time to write but it'll be worth it in the end. Again, sorry for the inconvenience