*Author's Notes* After a LOOONG hiatus, (err...sorry) I have returned! So, anyways, this is the final chapter of AMND. This is my first multichap story that I've actually completed! Yay! *Disclaimer* I don't own the Sisters Grimm, Puck, or AMND. I think we all know who they belong to by now. Thanks for all the reviews! I really appreciated them. Happy New Year! Please enjoy. Thanks -TC

Chapter Ten: I Am an Honest Puck

(Eh… Kind of.)

Well, Grimms. Here we are. The epic conclusion of A Midsummer's Nights Dream. Everybody was together, and everybody was happy. Yeah, yeah, yeah… WHAT ABOUT ME! Oh yes, and those Athenian Idiots, you know the actors? Well, they still had to perform their play on pain of death… I thought I was going to die it was so bad…

Puck's POV

4,000 Years Ago (Give or Take a Few Centuries), Athens, Greece

I sat, rather awkwardly, next to Theseus and Hippolyta in the theater. Not only were they making googly eyes at each other (barf), they were also talking. About the quote unquote "lovers". Like we need to hear more about them.

"It's kind of weird…. what these lovers, speak of, no?" questioned Hippolyta. Theseus nodded.

"Yes… more strange than true…I think they're lying about being you know, "enchanted". They're all off their rockers." Hippolyta sighed, and grabbed Theseus' hand.

"But, all in all, really, the whole story becomes, well, admirable. And strange." The entrance of Demetrius, Helena, Lysander, and Hermia broke her off.

" Many happiness to you, my friends." Called Theseus.

"And to you!" replied Lysander. Theseus gestured at them to sit down. Hermia almost sat on me. I yanked her hair.

"Owww!" Hah. I wonder if I could get any more pranking done tonight?

"I wonder what the entertainment is for tonight? Philostrate! Come here!" A thin, nervous looking man entered, with his eyes twitching. In his shaking hands was a list…Hmm… I snatched it out of his hands. I carefully scanned it… and made a few adjustments… there.

"Here, my lord." He handed Theseus the list. Theseus carefully unfolded it.

"Well, it says here we have: A water bal-loon Battle of Centaurs, to be sung on an air harp. What the heck is a bal-loon?" I snickered. Balloons were my latest inventions. So cool… you could pretty much fit whatever you wanted in them, chuck them at something, and watch them explode!

"Ahem. The riot protest of Bacchanals, about how they did not kill Orpheus… pah. Everyone knows they're lying…Hmm… three Muses mourning the Death of Learning… this isn't a school house, it's a wedding… Wait a second… A tedious and brief scene of young Pyramus… who smells like a Donkey… and his love, Thisby; a very tragical mirth… Well, that's not contradictory at all. I guess we'll have to see that."

Philostrate nodded. He quickly scuttled away, and Theseus sighed.

"This ought to be very amusing…." He said sarcastically. Well, if it's going to be boring, I'll just liven it up a bit. I zoomed down to stage-level and carefully hid behind the curtain…

One of the actors came out. He stumbled a little bit, and said his lines so fast, you could barely understand him.

"LadiesandGentswedon'tmeantooffend, butweprobablywill…probably." I rolled my eyes. Did these fool even practice? Apparently the audience agreed. There was a slight booing s the curtain rose. And got stuck halfway. I had thrown my full weight against it, so it wouldn't rise. The audience began to titter. I dropped from the curtain like a stone.

Finally, it rose.

An actor began talking.

"Gentles, perchance you should wonder at this show. But wonder on…till truth makes all things plain. This man is Pyramus, if you may know; This Beauteous Thisby is certain…." And on it went. Basically, describing the whole play. Which went something like this:

Puck Notes on Pyramus and Thisby:

Families have argument

Boy from one family falls in love with the girl from the other.

They whisper passionately through a wall (Yuck)

Agree to meet at a tomb (charming, no?)

Boy gets there, and gets mauled by Lion.

Is still alive, but leaves behind a bloody cloth.

Girl sees cloth.

Girl stabs herself.

Boy stabs himself

Families make up.

The actors barely had a chance to act, what with all the explanation. Nevertheless, I managed to pull a few choice pranks.

"The Wall" in which Pyramus and Thisby talked, somehow got painted neon blue. "Thisby's" mask fell off… revealing a stuttering young Athenian with a beard coming in. The Lion lost its voice; and the moonlight was purple. The curtain failed to rise and several actors randomly got gloppified.

The play ended. With both of the (supposedly dead) actors screaming in horror, due to the stench of garbage that landed on top of them. (Be men, already. Sheesh.)

It was hilarious. Yay me.

I was still depressed.

After the play, I stupidly stuck around. My parents, ha snuck in, and were looking around for (guess who?), moi. I was fiddling with a new idea. What if you had a thing you could put glop in, sort of like a balloon, but more durable and not as explosive? What if it didn't explode when you chucked it a something, but you had to pull a pin out of it for it to go off… giving you a chance to escape!

I think I'll call it a Glop Grenade.

Anyways, Titania and Oberon came up to me, and Oberon randomly shoves a broom in my hands.

"Uhh, Dad? This is a nice present and all, but you're INSANE to think that I'm going to pick of all this mess." I said, gesturing at the messy hall. Gods, these Athenians are pigs. And they sure know how to party. Oberon smiled nastily at me.

"Oh, yes you are, Puck, my boy. You caused most of the trouble tonight, didn't you?" The extra emphasize on the words, made me think that Dad had laid most of the night's trouble on me.

"Uhh… sure." Just expect several thousand tons of glop in your bed over the next millennium or so.

"Well, we better bless these kind humans, in all of their marriages, don't you think, dear?" Said my mother, rather forcefully.

"What? Oh… yes." Said my Father. They began their, voices one:

"Now, until the break of day, through this house each fairy stray. To the best bride-bed will we; which by us shall blessed be.

"Every fairy take his gait, and each several chambers bless, through this palace, with sweet peace. And the owner of it blest, ever shall in safety rest."

They opened they're eyes, and Oberon grinned. Rather sneakily. I should know. I coined that signature look about 106 years back or so.

"Have fun cleaning up, Puck!" said Oberon. "Shall we my dear?" he asked to my mother.

Off they flew into the night sky and all that were left was a smidge off pixie dust. I surveyed the mess around me. Joy. This was going to be sooo fun. Not.

There were still a few people milling about. Servants, mostly. Now they really have it hard. I wonder…. I appeared to them, and said:

"If shadows (meaning the servants) are offended by this whole mess we made, then I'll fix it. Since Oberon is too lazy to do it himself." A couple of people looked at me, slightly confused. I sighed and continued.

" Ok, this farce was as thin a cobweb. Get it? We caused a huge mess, and I have to clean it up, okay? So…. Sorry. If you'll forgive us, we'll fix it." (And here I was hoping they'd say no.) They still just stared at me. Morons.

"I am an honest Puck. So… if you liked this, you're insane" (Here I was beginning to ramble…) "Go home, everybody! I'll fix it. Good ol' reliable Puck will clean up the mess." They kept staring at me. And then, suddenly:

The sound of clapping hit my ears. It was coming from a young male servant probably 13 years old or so. He had an expression on his face like he too, was sick and tired of cleaning up other peoples messes. Or perhaps he was just a trickster.

And then they all started clapping. For me.

"Let's help the Puck!" one person cried. I was impressed. They liked me! They really liked me!

Sometimes, it's really nice to be appreciated.

I smiled. Maybe this whole thing wasn't so bad after all? I thought for a few seconds about it.

No. It was pretty bad. The good news is that this story will probably never be repeated. It was over now.

Right?

3,500 years later (Give or take a few centuries) London, England.

"…And so that's how it all happened, William." Said Titania. Oberon glared at my mom. Who was leaning on a table in front of some… Guy. I looked at the man. He was pretty cool. Or looked like it any ways. He was slightly balding, but had the rest of his hair slicked back into a ponytail. He had a pretty good beard, and he had and earring in one of his ears.

Like, I said, pretty cool.

"What's happening?" I asked, walking in, to nobody in particular. The man peered at me.

"You must be the Puck, I take it?" he asked. He had a slightly imposing voice. His eyes, it seemed were bottomless. Filled with a lot of knowledge. And sadness. And a bit of mischief.

"Uh… yeah. And you are…?" I asked him. He smiled slightly.

"William Shakespeare at your service. Playwright, actor and director. Also a poet, whenever the mood strikes me. "

" Uh… okay. Where can I get my ear pierced like that?" Titania glared at me.

"I've always heard the Puck as slightly more… mischievous. And I imagined you would be older…" he said, quickly as though not to offend me. Too late.

"Huh. That's funny. I've also heard that guys who just got gloppified usually complain more."

"Gloppified?"

"Bombs away, minions!" I yelled. My pixies immediately began dropping glop on this… Shakespeare fellow. He sat, garbage steaming off him, in complete shock. And then he began laughing.

"Ah yes, that's what I meant by more mischievous." He said chuckling. "You, see, Puck, your mother has told me your story. I'm going to write a play about all of you. You, indeed shall be remembered."

"Say what? You mean there's going to be a play about me?" I asked.

Shakespeare nodded. "I 'm going to call it a Midsummer's Night's Dream." I froze.

"No! That's a girly name! Call it: Puck, the Incredibly Awesome Trickster King Who is WAY More Awesome Than You!"

Shakespeare looked slightly uncomfortable.

"Er… well, its not going to completely fixate on you… it's more about…" I barely heard him.

"You rock!" I yelled. And then I flew away. Finally, I would be remembered, not just as a Mischievous Fairy.

As an Everafter.

Back to the Present:

"And so, that was how I, the Trickster King, became an Everafter. Now you may bask in my awesomeness." Said Puck.

Sabrina rolled her eyes. She got up and began putting her journal away.

"So you met Shakespeare, the greatest author ever, and you totally gloppified him?" Puck grinned his typical devilish grin. Uh oh.

"Yup. Just like I'm going to do to you right…about… now!" About 25 pounds of garbage hit Sabrina, knocking her off her feet.

"What the…? I thought… you forgot-"

"My revenge? Just because you're now my loyal little slave, doesn't mean I can't punish you."

"You're DEAD MEAT! AND IM NOT YOU'RE SLAVE!" screamed a messy and disgusted Sabrina.

"At least I'm not a ugly as you, frogface!"

"AT LEAST IM NOT AFRAID OF SOAP MR. UNICORN LOVER!" And on and on they went.

Daphne, unnoticed by everyone else, began to slowly pick up the mess the two arguers had caused.

"…And Daphne will restore amends." She whispered, a grin creeping over her face. In the Grimm household, all was well.

THE END