A/N: *cringes* Okay, I'm really, really, extremely sorry for the wait. You see, I happen to be a very lazy person, and when you add procrastination to the mix, that's not very good for chapter updates. I'm super sorry and I'll try to get better. I swear!
Disclaimer: I don't own the Sisters Grimm.
So now, without further ado, CHAPTER 3!!!!! Yay!!!!!!!!
Puck was the first one up, seeing as he didn't even get to sleep; wood floors don't exactly make the best beds. Out of boredom and habit (and perhaps a need to make up for his recent kindness), he decided to prank her. Looking around the cottage he found many useful materials and concocted a very disgusting, and – in his opinion – brilliant new invention: the Gunk Volcano. Basically, there was a mixture of any disgusting thing he pleased which sat in a crater of a large volcano that he'd fashioned out of paper (or in this case, parchment), water, and flour. Using a couple of fairy spells, he set the volcano to go off exactly ten minutes after he poured in his mixture of rotten apples cores, vinegar, rotten eggs, spoiled milk, onions, and pickle juice. He placed it at the foot of Grimm's bed and sat in a rocking chair across the room. This is gonna be good, he thought.
After about a minute, he wondered why he had picked 10 minutes. That's waaaaaaaaay too long to wait. Then again, it was just a prototype. After another 8 minutes, he grew tired of waiting and walked back over to the volcano. Planning to just dump it over Grimm's head, he picked up the Gunk Volcano and looked inside, admiring his work. It had to be one of his more repulsing mixtures. Unfortunately for him, the volcano decided to take that time to erupt in his face. It made an unexpectedly loud noise and woke up everyone except Daphne. Sabrina looked puzzled for a moment, still half lost in her dream, but quickly registered what was going on and proceeded to laugh her but off. "That, Puck, is Karma. He's just become a dear friend of mine," she said once her laughter had subsided. However, there was still a fair amount of disgusting goop left in the volcano and it erupted once again, this time all over her.
Now, Puck laughed and exclaimed, "I'm beginning to like dear, old Karma! I just might make him a friendship bracelet." He paused considering what he just said. "Except manlier, of course. Bracelets are for girls," he added hurriedly.
By now, Sabrina was fuming. "WHAT THE HECK IS THIS JUNK?" she screeched as she lunged at the fairy. He laughed again, having been anticipating this, and unfurled his wings. What with the recent prank, he had forgotten the close proximity of the ceiling and jumped up, hitting his head rather hard.
"Owwwww," he screamed while stumbling around, dizzy and lightheaded. Sabrina was still glaring at him, but had ceased her attempts to kill him. She actually seemed a bit amused. Then again, so did everyone else. That is, until Puck fell on top of Daphne.
Sabrina, worried that Daphne was hurt, rushed over and promptly hit Puck upside the head. Despite her fears, Daphne merely mumbled, "WhatsgoinonIwannagobatoslepp."
Mr. Seven stared at her in confusion, then turned to Sabrina. "Um, what did she just say?"
Sighing with relief, she replied, "She just wants to go back to sleep."
The dwarves nodded with understanding, and then Mr. One said, "Well, you know what this means, right?" He continued without giving anyone a chance to answer. "It means a nice, early start."
Everyone groaned. "C'mon, the early bird gets the worm."
Puck mumbled, "Yeah, but the second mouse gets the cheese." (A/N: I frickin' love that saying!)
"Well that's perfect then," One said, turning to Puck. A malicious grin slowly spread across his face. "'Cause you're gonna stay here, clean this mess up, and then come meet us at the mine."
His jaw dropped while everyone else laughed at his misfortune. Puck swore he heard one of them say, "Schadenfreude!" He was pretty sure it was Six. He didn't like Six.
"And just to make sure you do your job, Six is going to stay here and watch you and make sure you leave on time."
"What happens if D-the little girl wakes up while we're here?" Puck asked.
"Then you deal with that when it happens," One answered before ordering everyone to grab their tools and something to eat, line up in a single file line, and then to march. Sabrina didn't so much as look at him.
Once everyone was out of sight, Six turned to him and said, "Looks like we're gonna have some fun. Now, not only will you clean up your mess, you'll clean up the entire cottage." His tone and facial expression told Puck he wasn't kidding.
Today was just not his day.
Sabrina marched along the path to the mine with the other dwarves, striking up a conversation with Mr. Four, who was behind her. "So, what made you want to mine?" she asked him. "It doesn't seem like a very fun job."
He laughed. "Have you gotten amnesia or something, sis?" She stumbled. Sis? What the heck?! Then she remembered: the dwarves were related. Typically, her mind flashed to her kiss with Puck yesterday. Oh God. They made us do that when they think Puck and I are related. Sabrina now had a veeerrrryyy strong hatred toward Five. And she thought Six was the sick perv of the group.
Oblivious to Sabrina's glaring at his twin, he continued. "It's the family business. We've all been mining since we were in diapers. Of course, only One actually enjoys it. Five" – Sabrina grimaced at the mention of his name – "and I want to start our own casino, Six wants to start a modeling agency, and Seven's always wanted to be a mayor."
"Oh, that's right," she mumbled, trying to act like she had known that all along. "I was just having a blond moment I guess." She pointed to her still-gunk-filled hair.
Four nodded, understanding. "You've always been prone to those."
She was about to yell at him when One interrupted. "Listen up. We aren't really going to the mine today." The dwarves and Sabrina cheered loudly. "Instead, we're going to enjoy a nice, relaxing day off." There was another round of cheering.
"Wait," Sabrina said, realizing something. "What about P-Two and Six." Were they going to have to figure it out for themselves?
One laughed. "Of course not. Six is gonna be keeping Two so busy cleaning the cottage, his arms are gonna fall off. He suggested the idea to me while you two were screaming."
The dwarves laughed heartily at this and went off to find a clearing to relax. Sabina smiled, happy that karma really was her friend, and went to the river for a bath.
Daphne awoke with a yawn and stretched, her eyes still closed. Puck stopped sweeping, mentally screaming, "Yes! I can stop! Thank you Daphne! You are my frickin' savior!" Six opened his mouth to start yelling at him, but thankfully followed Puck's gaze first. Seeing that the little girl was waking up, he did everything he was capable of at the moment: standing there and gaping like an idiot. What was he going to do? One had told him that everyone would probably be back by the time she woke up.
Finally, Daphne opened her eyes and looked around the room. Once she saw what Puck was holding, she started laughing . . . for five minutes. Puck glared at the broom, while Six just kept wondering what to do. Finally, she managed to say, "Since when do you even touch a broom? Oh, I wish I had a camera."
Puck flushed and, pointing at Six, said, "He made me."
Snapped out of his thoughts, Six said, "Darn right I made you. It's your fault for making a mess in the first place."
"Glop grenade?" Daphne asked.
"Gunk volcano. It's a brilliant invention if I do say so myself," Puck replied, puffing out his chest and doing a very convincing imitation of Prince Charming.
"And only you would say that," Six mumbled, causing Daphne to laugh.
"Look, can we just go meet up with the other dwarves now?" Puck asked, not at all enjoying being laughed at.
"A bit too late for that," Seven said, entering the room with everyone else in tow.
"How was cleaning?" Sabrina asked, smirking.
"How was mining?" he shot back.
Sabrina's smirk grew wider, if possible. "We had a day off today."
"Aw, c'mon!" Puck groaned. "This is no way to treat royalty."
"You're right about that. It's a good thing none of us are royalty, then, isn't it?" Five laughed, and Sabrina shot him a glare. Puck made a mental note to ask her about that later. Then, what the dwarf had just said registered. In this story, very much unlike his own, he had no royal rights. In this story, he was nothing more than a, a, (he gulped) peasant.
"I hate this place," he mumbled, depressed.
One ignored him and surveyed the room. "Nice job, but I think…" He trailed off as he laid eyes on Daphne. "She's awake," he said, surprised. He expected her to sleep a little longer.
Daphne nodded as Sabrina yelled, "Dap—" Puck cut her off by placing his hand over her mouth. Thankfully no one noticed her interrupted outburst and continued gaping at the girl.
"Just how do you plan on explaining the reason you know her name?" Puck hissed. Sabrina promptly stopped struggling against his filthy hand – unlike her, he hadn't gotten a chance to take a bath, nor did he have the inclination to do so. For once, Puck had been more cautious than she had. And for the first time, he had made her feel almost foolish. Sabrina didn't enjoy that feeling.
Seeing that she wasn't going to be doing anymore yelling for the time being, he quickly removed his hand as if he had been burned. He half-heartedly murmured something about cooties. It's not as if he was actually afraid of them – he had kissed her, after all – but he had a reputation to keep.
Sabrina rolled her eyes and muttered something about dumb fairies under her breath before saying, "So, what's your name?" She hated asking her sister that question, but it had to be asked eventually, so better sooner than later, she figured. Still, it didn't feel right.
Thankfully, Daphne remembered to follow the story and introduced herself as Snow White. The dwarves said their hellos, and Mr. One said, "Snow," he paused. "I can call you that right?" She nodded and he continued. "You can stay here if you like, but you'll have to take care of our cottage, cook, make beds, wash, and sew and knit. If you do your chores right, you can stay here."
Before Daphne had a chance to accept (what other choice did she have? Sleep near the cottage?), Sabrina said, "But how's a seven-year-old supposed to do all that?"
"We'll demonstrate for her," Seven answered patiently before turning to "Snow". "So, are you staying?"
Daphne nodded and, typically, asked, "When's dinner?"
The dwarves laughed and Mr. One declared that tonight was Puck's night to set the table. Now Puck not only hated the story, he vowed that once they were out of the book, he'd destroy every copy of it he could find.
Bunny, after a nice meal of raw, little girl organs, had retired to her rooms and had a nice, refreshing sleep. At midmorning, she ordered the cook to fix a large breakfast of eggs and bacon. It wasn't until noon that she finally returned to her most brilliant invention, Mirror.
"Looking-glass, looking-glass, on the wall,
Who in this land is the fairest of all?"
Now it had been many, many years since Mirror had been referred to as a looking-glass and even more years since he had had to speak his lines, but he still remembered. Although, the crying Grimm in the background definitely didn't help. He couldn't wait until he gathered enough power to begin the spell.
"Oh, queen, thou art fairest of all I see,
But over the hills, where the seven dwarfs dwell,
Snow White is still alive and well,
And none is so fair as she."
Bunny, to say the least, was appalled, and very, very, very angry. That fool of a huntsman had tricked her. But she didn't have the time to deal with that just now. Now was time for plotting. It took quite a while, two days to be exact, but the queen finally came up with a plan to murder Snow White. But first, she needed to buy some make-up and, much to her displeasure, peasant clothing. Her suffering would be worthwhile, though. Once Snow White was out of the way, she'd once again be fairest of them all.
A/N: So sorry for the extreme crappiness, but if it helps, this is the longest chapter yet!!! Yay! So, yeah, please review and I really hope you enjoyed it!!!
Next Chapter: Bunny attempts to kill Daphne.
Yeah, I know, short chapter preview, but I don't really feel like making it longer right now. Just a reminder: please review!!! Every single one makes me super happy!!!