A/N: Woo, I updated on time!
Disclaimer: I'm not Michael Buckley, need I say more?
Elvis stared up at the giant man who had just kidnapped his family. He whined and turned around in a circle, his tail wagging frantically. Suddenly, a soft thump sounded behind him and the Great Dane swivelled around to see a large, brown bag sitting on the ground. Elvis barked in recognition and scooped up the handles of Relda Grimm's handbag. He gazed up at the giant one last time before rushing off in the direction of the Grimm house.
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In a small clearing surrounded by piles of junk, a 'throne' had been assembled from various household objects. A broken toilet served as a makeshift seat for a young boy with a mop of dirty blonde hair. He was dressed in slouchy jeans and a ratty, filthy green sweatshirt and a golden crown perched crookedly atop his head. The boy was currently slouched in his chair, one arm loosely holding a wooden sword and the other resting lazily on his knee. A series of buzzing filled the clearing and the boy perked up instantly. He grinned at the floating lights that approached him, tapping his sword against his palm eagerly as they reported their findings to him.
Puck simply raised an eyebrow at his pixies when they told him that they had spotted a small horse nearby. He leapt off of his toilet throne and two marvellous, pink wings sprouted from his back. They carried him through the dense forest as he followed his minions, who were hovering behind a large tree. Puck, expecting to see a show pony juggling apples, scoffed at the sight of the large dog below him. He was already starting turning around to go back to his throne when something caught his eye. The dog was running, from a chubby policeman. Puck's eyes widened as he recognised the dog as Elvis, the old lady's 200 pound Great Dane. He was carrying her handbag in his mouth as he struggled to keep out of the policeman's reach.
Puck swiftly pulled out his flute and blew a string of notes which commanded his pixies to zip over to the scene. Elvis was now clawing desperately at the wire fence in an attempt to escape the the police officer, which Puck had identified as one of the three pigs. His pixies hovered near Elvis and Puck let out another flurry of notes, instructing the swarm. They stretched a small break in the wire fence, creating a hole just large enough for Elvis to crawl through. He immediately scurried to the other side and the pixies dropped the wires, forcing the policeman to jump back in order to avoid being crushed. They flew over to Elvis, twittering and blinking to catch his attention. The dog simply ignored them, and trotted away with his head held high and the old lady's handbag still clutched in his jaws.
Just as he passed the tree that Puck was hiding in, the fairy landed with a thump in front of the dog, blocking his path. He was grinning mischievously with his hands on his hips.
"Going somewhere?" Puck asked tauntingly.
Elvis acknowledged him with a short bark and simply manoeuvred around him, continuing on his way.
"Hey!" Puck shouted indignantly. He stomped after the Great Dane, not bothering to fly. Elvis didn't cast a single glance at him and quickened his pace.
"Who do you think saved you from the pig?" The fairy called out from behind him. Elvis replied with what sounded like a snort and began to sprint toward the Grimm house as soon as it was in view. He bounded down the cobblestone driveway and up to the front door. Puck finally pulled out his wings and zipped up to the front of the house.
When he landed, arms crossed stubbornly over his chest, Elvis was rummaging through the old lady's bag. Puck raised an eyebrow curiously.
"Where's the old lady?"
Elvis pulled out a huge set of keys and dropped them in front of Puck's ratty, old sneakers. He then looked up at Puck with puppy dog eyes and glanced the door meaningfully. The fairy sighed and snatched up the keys with a scowl.
"This is only because I'm hungry, okay?" He clarified to the dog.
Elvis's tail began to wag eagerly and he tilted his head slightly to the side as if to say well, go on then. Puck huffed and began to insert key after key into the corresponding locks, muttering angrily under his breath. After he had opened all of the visible locks, he banged his fist three times on the wall and announced, quite irritatedly,
"We're home."
The final magical lock was undone and the door swung open.
Elvis promptly grabbed the old lady's handbag and bolted into the house and into the living room, knocking over several stacks of books in the process. Puck strolled in behind him, heading straight to the kitchen as he twirled the keys in his hand. He pulled open the refrigerator and grabbed the first thing that he saw: a packet of sausages. There was a bright post-it note attached to the front which Puck tossed dismissively over his shoulder. The old lady had told him something about sausages the last time that he had been here. Nevertheless, Puck shrugged and ripped open the packet. He pulled out a sausage and was preparing to stuff his face when a thunderous boom sounded as a pile of books fell over.
Elvis came running over with a journal in his mouth. He dropped it on the ground beside him and sat in front of Puck, who was still holding the sausage in front of his face. The fairy grinned mischievously and dangled it in front of the salivating dog. Elvis whined and almost bit off Puck's fingers trying to reach the delicacy. Puck, after several minutes of taunting, gave in and tossed the sausage at Elvis, who speedily gobbled it up. The fairy went back to his snack and was working on his third sausage when a loud rumble interrupted him. He turned around cautiously and saw Elvis with a sour expression on his face. Moments later, he had let out a monstrous fart which was quickly followed by another. Puck gagged on the smell and hurriedly raced for the door.
Well, now he knows the only thing that smells worse than him.
A/N: The end is a bit iffy, but hey, at least it's something.
So this story is gonna focus a lot on Puck and Elvis. Although I might throw in a couple of other POV's in later chapters. :)
I just realised that I'm supposed to do review replies here so...
PB and J: Thank you! And I'm glad that you like it.
Catlover360: Thanks! Aha, yeah i don't see many stories set near the beginning (:
DelusionalApple: I already replied to you but, thanks anyways!
Again, expect an update in about a week's time.
Review and stay tuned!
~Kat