AN~ Another edited chapter.
I'm responding to some early reviews right now.
grimm: This is my interpretation of what goes on inside Puck's head. I feel that what is outside is very different than what is inside. But yes, this was an early story, and not particularly good (though better than I thought it would be). Also, Puck is not allergic to books. He's faking. Also, you want me to keep it in character, but you also want me to talk about how Puck loves Sabrina? Really? Explain that to me?
Recto: Look! I edited! Wonderful, isn't it?
After our two week "vacation" (which made me take more than two baths, wash my hands before every meal, and other such cleanliness horrors) the Grimms finally got sent off to school. Before they left, the goop trap I put in my bedroom in case anybody decided to sneak in worked, and Grimm went off to her first day of school covered in glue, bread and butter pickles, and buttermilk! It was hilarious!
Some skinny old lady came and got them to go to school, finally. She knew who I was, which was a nice surprise. But then somebody died and the Old Lady decided that Grimm needed protection. Marshmallow had Snow, so she was all right. I ended up watching Grimm. And that meant another bath! It was horrible! But it was almost worth it so see Grimm's face when I walked in the kitchen.
Almost.
So we went to school for a while, got in trouble, found a plot to break out of town, and almost got eaten by evil rabbits. Same old, same old. Until I ran into the barrier. Then we all fell in the river and I passed out. Then Grimm did something scary, creepy, and totally unexpected.
She rescued me.
Yeah, I know, weird, right? Especially 'cause she'd been complaining earlier that day that all Everafters are evil and can't be trusted and make her life miserable. She also tried to give me mouth to mouth and I teased her about that a lot 'cause that's when I woke up. I mean, what does she expect me to do? I wake up from a dead faint and her freaking mouth is on mine!
And it was almost nice. Almost.
So we solved the dead people mystery. It was more Scarlet Hand people. Rumplestilskin was trying to break through the barrier underground. Actually, Grimm solved the mystery. She's a pretty good detective, to tell you the truth. She was pretty upset when she found out who else was doing it. See, there was this frog girl and a giant fuzzy monster and a spider thing who were the ones killing the people, and it turned out that the frog girl was the closest thing Sabrina had to a friend in the whole school. It's almost enough to make you feel sorry for her. Not enough to make me be nice to her, though. I mean, she can't turn to me when she wants a friend. And she wouldn't, anyhow.
Anyway. After we solved that mystery, Mr. Canis was still in the school (he's probably dead now), and Rumplestiltskin exploded. Then Grimm decided to go rescue her parents, completely forgetting she had a broken arm. I had to follow her, of course. After all, what happens every time someone's in trouble? Puck gets to rescue them! As if I didn't have anything better to do. It turned out that there was a Jabberwock and a little girl in a red cape there with Grimm's parents. The girl had some ring that could transport things or something, so they got out, leaving us with no clue where we were and a Jabberwock on our tails.
Did I mention that Jabberwocky can breathe fire?
So we were in a pickle. If it hadn't been for my (ahem) bright idea, we might be dead. I turned into a walrus and slid down the hill with Sabrina on my back. We slid through a four lane road, which was fun, and into an old barn. Then Grimm got cold and almost died again. Humans are fragile, I'm finding out. I had to save her butt again, too. Am I the only one sensing a pattern here? Anyway, she passed out and she's still asleep. We're back now, but Grimm's in the hospital. I'm kind of worried about her, to tell the truth. It's been two days.
She better wake up. I will be majorly upset if I did all that work and she goes and dies. That would be what we call a lack of gratitude.
Speaking of gratitude, the Old Lady says she can't give me the million dollars she owes me for saving her, so I drew on her face with permanent marker. I can't wait to see her face when she wakes up! Or... maybe not. She'll probably kill me once she sees what I did to her. Oh well. It'll come off.
I think.
Signing off,
His majesty, the crown prince of Faerie and all that other stuff, Puck
