T_T I am so sorry it took so long to get this out, guys...and so short too. Updates will be faster. I promise. I wrote this off my phone so if there are errors, sorry. :\
I hope you enjoy this chapter! I tried to make it more humor-ish.
Oh, am I making Mustardseed too...girly? He seems fine to me...he is supposed a bit of a spoiled prince in this story.
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Once upon a time in a dark green forest, there was a prince, a Prince Mustardseed to be more specific. This prince had the most unfortunate luck to stumble upon the house of the Grimms. This Grimms were a lovely family, but there was something dark lurking in the mists of what was sunny and happy. Could it be...was it...the Dark Lord Puck was courting the young maiden, Sabrina?! This dream has taken a turn for the worst it seems.
This is the author currently narrating this story, dear readers. We are currently in Mustardseed's dream and we are about to be awoken to the reality of horror. Also known as a story which involves, Sabrina, Puck, Elvis, Mustardseed, Daphne, and chimpanzees alone in this house.
Eek!
A loud clash of pots and pans directly above his head was definitely not how Mustardsee wanted to wake up. Maybe because he was picky? Maybe because that was a interesting dream he was having? Maybe because he has lived the luxurious life of a prince before?
Who knows.
But, either way, never again.
No. Pots. No. Pans. As. Alarm. Clocks. Ever.
Now that Mustardseed had an annoyed grumpy mind...
He could start waking up..
Blearily he blinked his eyes to rid himself of the blurriness and what he could make out first was the adorable face of the one and only, Daphne Grimm.
Holy...did I just think adorable?
He frantically pushed himself up and away from the young girl, bumping his head against the headboard in the process. Oww..
"Oops! Sorry! Are you ok, Mustardseed?" Daphne asked worried.
He replied rather primly, "I'm fine."
A simple bump to the head, he could handle. His apparent 'crush' on this girl, he could handle. His brother, he could handle. Living a week with the Grimms, he co-
Actually, let's not go there.
From various people, he has heard about the eccentric Grimm family. Honestly, when they came to visit his family on New York, he thought they looked ordinary, taking his brother out of the picture, of course. Now that he was in the midst of things, Daphne was holding pots and pans and staring at him in awe, amazement and wonder...oh what...?
"What is it?" He asked, a little nervous and concerned.
"Your...it's..beautiful!" She squealed, "and totally not as small or girly as Puck's is!"
His face paled.
That was so wrong on many levels.
"Your wings! Are so..." She nevered finished her statement, instead choosing to run her hands up and down his shimmery blue wings.
He deflated and hung his head in relief. Ah, his wings. He flapped them a few time to stretch them from being cramped up overnight. Unlike his brother, he preferred not to show off his wings, content with pretending to be a perfect human.
But...
He glanced down at the girl who was watching his wings flap, she was softly touching and cooing at-...
Wait, cooing?
...
...
Don't question it. If the girl wants to coo, let her coo.
After a few more minutes of uncomfortable silence on Mustardseed's part (Daphne was still engrossed in her 'cooing'.), despite how flattered he was, he quickly flapped them a few more time before tucking them away.
Screeching voices immediately filled the quiet air.
"Puck! You stupid fool! I can't believe you!"
"What, Grimm? It is lovely blue."
Daphne glanced at the doorway before sliding off the bed, her pots and pans clacking every step. Obviously she was trying to tip toe to the door silently, but with the clacking of the metal, she wasn't doing very well...
Daphne gave him one more glance before saying, "If you dare come out, remember...Duck."
Then she ran out, clacking away.
Mustardseed gaped for a few seconds then shook his head and grabbed a towel to go and wash up.
Daphne had given him a small tour of the house last night and promised to show him the rest in the morning. Should he be in fear or joy at getting to see the rest of the house today? He shook his head while sliding off the bed. The house wasn't that bad.
Silence had fallen quite a while ago, so Mustardseed deemed it safe enough to emerge from the bedroom. He walked out with his head high and-
splat.
Watery dough dripped from his hair awkwardly and he lamely realized that he didn't take Daphne's suggestion to duck.
"Oops. Sorry, Mustard. Thought you were Grimm."
Miffed by the nickname and the dough, he sent a glare to his snickering brother. "Mother sent the baby pictures with me."
The snickering stopped.
"You wouldn't dare."
"I bet Sabrina would love to see them."
"Musty..."
"Oi, stinkpot, how the heck do I get this stuff off my face?!" Sabrina screeched from down the hallway, pointing at her face.
Mustardseed blinked, Sabrina had blue freckles.
With a loud battle cry, Puck immediately started pelting pieces of dough at his girlfriend, who in turn threw pancakes at him.
Oh, by the way, Mustardseed was right in the middle of this oncoming battle.
Somewhere, someone was laughing at his situation that he did not find funny.
And these were new pajamas, darn it.
He ran, tripped, scrambled.
Luck was on his side because he made it to the safety of the bathroom only half covered in dough and pancakes.
Mustardseed made a face, wiping up some of the dough off his shirt before flicking it at the mirror then promptly he collapsed against the closed door.
Shrieks outside were the only signs that the battle was still ongoing.
I should have Mother visit Puck next time, that would be lovely.
My mental sarcasm is improving. I have only been here for overnight too...
He stood from his huddled place on the floor and stumbled towards the shower intent in washing off the mess he was.
He pulled back the curtain...
To see a monkey rubbing soap on his fur.
Huh.
No...more like a chimpanzee...
The monkey/chimpanzee looked at him critically before chattering angrily at him, turned on the water and yanked the curtain from his grasp.
Being the polite prince he was, he blandly said, "Pardon me."
I think...
Something is off about ...this house..