O.K., I'm really sorry that I didn't update this sooner. I kinda forgot all about it, until I got an email from fanfic. So without further ado, I give you Chapter Dos in "When Sabrina Paints her Nails."
SPOV
When I woke up I was sufficiently duct-taped to my spinny desk chair, and my weak lamp was pointed in the direction of my face, creating the illusion that someone who had watched one too many investigation shows had made an attempt to set me up for a questioning. From behind he I heard a familiar voice.
"Grimm."
Ugh, I think. Puck.
Since my arms, legs, torso, and entire face was duct-taped down, all I could do to spin the chair around is to do an awkward wiggle.
"I think that you know why I'm here Grimm, and belive me, I came for answers. And to see you suffer at my hands. But that's beside the point."
When I Puck's face came into view, I could see that he was holding a baseball bat, and his hands were on his hips.
"Where is he?"
A confused look entered my face, not that Puck could see because of the duct tape. I narrowed my eyes.
"I'm only going to ask ONE MORE TIME. Where. Is. He?"
I shrugged.
"WHERE IS HE! YOU HAVE STOLEN MY BEAUTIFUL BABY AND THIS WILL NOT GO UNPUNISHED! THOU ARE A WRETCHED CRONE! WHERE IS-oh, the duct tape."
This was proceded by Puck violently ripping the extra strength duct tape off my sensitive mouth.
"Oh my gosh Puck, what are you talking about. I didn't take anything, and you said you were only going to ask one more time."
"Whatever," Puck responded. "Now give me back Kraven."
Ugh. He was talking about his stupid stuffed platypus.
"I don't have your freaking stuffed platypus. And seriously, you still have that thing? How can you even live with yourself."
Puck turned into a bright shade of red.
"Whatever, I just use him for… training exercises. And he's a unicorn. Now give him back."
"Didn't you hear me? I don't have him. Why don't you check on your trampoline? I bet you still sleep with him."a;skfj
"You are SO annoying!"
"No, no, Puck, you have it all wrong. YOU are so annoying. Now get out of my room."
Puck stormed off. I was thinking about how that was a moderately OK confrontation, when I tried to get up.
"Oh and Sabrina," Puck responded, without looking back, "Don't hurt yourself getting up."
"FAIRY BOY!"