A/N: - Oops! I just noticed that I didn't place a disclaimer for any chapter! Sorry! Here it goes then:
Zen: I promise to speak the truth, and nothing but the truth, when I say I am not Michael Buckley. Ooohhhhh… Bwaaahaahaaaaaaaaa! Mom, gimme a hankie! Honk, honk (I blow my nose). Maybe I'm related to him diiiissstttannntttllllyyyy….. I'm gonna go get a blood test done.
Some Random Host: In the mean time, enjoy your chapter which you are lucky Zen took time out of her exam preparation to write!
Zen: Hey, get out of my chapter!
S.R.H: But… I thought you'd gone to get a blood test done.
Zen: I did. The results are negative. Waaaaaaaaa, Waaaaaaaaa.*Walks off, crying*
S.R.H: Well, too bad. Who am I, anyway? An OC? Oh no! Where will I sleep? *walks off calling Zen*
A New Random Host: Are you getting bored? On with the show, then! Hey, you! Hoist those sandbags already! Lift the curtain! These people wanna watch the show.
The 'Hey, You' Guy: Aye, Aye, Sir!
A.N.R.H: I'm a girl, get that?
Zen: Who are you people, and how in the world did you get in? And you, stop hosting my show. Hey, you, I hired you, do your job.
The 'Hey, You' Guy: Aye, Aye, Sir!
Zen: Holy Jehoshaphat! I'm a girl too! Almost everyone here is a girl!
The 'Hey, You' Guy: Except for me.
Zen: Yeeeaaaahhhh, I'm thinking about un-hiring you now.
The 'Hey, You' Guy: Okay. You weren't paying me anyway.
Zen: Good. You don't deserve any of my beautiful money which I earn from babysitting, and which everyone says I'm too young to earn, 'cause I'm ten.
The 'Hey, You' Guy: You're ten? You write so well!
Zen: What do you know? You're just a street beggar.
The God of Writing: ENOUGH! START THE CHAPTER.
Zen: A-a-as y-y-y-you w-w-wish, m-m-my L-l-l-lord!
Puck's POV:
Today something weird happened. Red asked for my advice in a field which is definitely not my forte. Love.
I was sitting in my office waiting for Mustardseed to bring me some documents to sign and happily dreaming up my next prank.
Mom and I share a secretary. His name is Dew. At that moment, he came in.
"What's the sitch, Dew?"
"Well, Your Majesty, there's a Ms. Red on the phone asking for you. She says she's an Everafter and," the small fidgety fairy comes close to my desk. "She says that she knows you."
"Yes, as a matter of fact, she lives in my sister-in-law's house. And exactly how many times have I told you not to call me Your Majesty. Those are the two stuffiest words of the century. You can call me Puck, or Robin, or at the most, sir! Is that clear?"
"Uh… but sir-"
"See? You're doing it already. Good job."
"Sir? The phone."
"Oh yes! Please connect it."
"Thank you, sir."
"What in heavens' sake for?" I ask. But he was already gone. The phone rang.
"Hello, Robin Goodfellow here. Thank you for calling Faerie."
"Puck?"
"Yup, that's my name, don't wear it out."
"Please. Puck, I really need to talk to you. Where can we meet?"
"Why, come to my office!"
"Somewhere private."
"Sorry, I don't know a place like that. There are security and prank cameras all over my office."
"Prank cameras?"
"What? They're real."
"Okay, forget I even asked."
"Gladly."
"So… are you sure you don't know anywhere?"
"Exactly how private is it?"
"Er… about as private as my getting engaged can get."
"Oh. That's not private at all. Come to my office. If you're going to get married in front of a bunch of people anyway, what's the delay?"
"Okay. I'm coming. Expect me in half an hour."
"So, what details about your love life do you wanna discuss with me, and why me?"
"'Cause Daphne said that you've had experiences with awkward situations. I want to tell you how I got engaged."
"Fire away."
"Well, yesterday, Little Boy Blue called and said that would I please meet him at the park, because it was an emergency."
"Is this Little Boy Blue an Everafter?"
Red nodded.
I smirked. "I thought so."
"Well, I went, and he gave me the ring, and I agreed, said I would marry him."
"Okay… so, what's there to discuss?"
She looked puzzled. "I don't know! Isn't there any issue?"
"No. Why? Should there be an issue?"
"I don't know. Maybe I just needed to spill to someone. Thanks, Puck. I appreciate this."
"No problem."
She turned to go.
"But Red?"
"Yeah?"
"Next time don't bother coming to me unless you have a really big problem."
"Okay. Don't tell 'Brina until I tell you to, okay?"
My lip curled. "I'm a king, Red. No-one can lift a finger against me."
"Your wife can. I've seen her do it. I saw her give you a big slap once."
"But she's a queen. My queen."
She sighed. "Whatever you say, Puck, Trickster King."
That made a smile spread on my face. "Red, no-one has called me that in 24 years."