A/N: I dedicate this chapter to limegreenwordmachine, since I got the idea for this in a review I gave for "Baby Names".
Thanks to ThinkChimerical for lending me her story!
FYI: Things in [brackets] are not part of the original story, but are there to make sense. Things in bold are, in this case, part of the original story of "A Midsummer's Night Dream According to Puck" and NOT AUTHOR'S NOTES.
Disclaimers:
A) I do no own the Sisters Grimm. You cannot "own" a person.
B) I do not own "A Midsummer's Night Dream According to Puck". That's ThinkChimerical's.
C) I do not own Google images.
"Hey, Sabrina, come look at this!" Daphne shouted from the spare room, now called the computer room. Sabrina looked over her little sister's shoulder as she read
A Midsummer Night's Dream According to Puck
Under the title was "ThinkChimerical", who was obviously the author.
"Puck! What does that smelly fairy have to do with this?" Sabrina was still sore about the "exploding glop incident", as Daphne referred to it as.
"It's called FanFiction. People write stories about characters here," Daphne explained.
"Wow, am I really that famous?" asked Puck as he sauntered into the room eating a banana. He was still avoiding apples.
They all looked at the screen and read:
It was raining miserably, and Sabrina Grimm stared gloomily out the window. She was bored. Daphne was off reading somewhere, and Puck was nowhere to be seen. Maybe I should read something too, thought Sabrina. She got up and stretched. Sabrina walked into the living room where Daphne was engrossed in reading Peter Pan.
"Peter Pan? What the...?" Puck scowled.
"Chill, fairy boy," Sabrina muttered. She didn't even need to hear his voice right now, let alone one that was complaining. Puck looked like he was about to say something, but let it go.
They read on in relative silence until they got to about the middle of the page:
" Wow Puck, I didn't know that you could speak like this." [said Daphne] Sabrina and Puck froze in their quarrel.
"Speak like what…"
"Like: Thou speakest aright; I am that merry wanderer of the night. I jest to Oberon, and make him smile When I a-" She was cut off by the sound of Sabrina laughing hysterically.
"WHAAAAT?" bellowed Puck.
"WHAAAAAT?" yelled Puck.
"Shush. There's more," said Daphne.
"There's more too," she [Daphne] said flipping pages. "Ahem. Captain of our fairy band, Helena is here at hand. And the youth mistook by me, Pleading for a lover's fee, Shall we their fond pageant see? Lord, what fools these mortals be."
"I NEVER SAID THAT!" he fumed.
"I NEVER SAID THAT!" Puck screamed.
"What? You never said that you never said that, or you never talked in rhymes?" asked Sabrina, in a mood to irk the fairy.
"NEITHER! I, the Trickster King, never said anything like that. Who wrote this?" Puck complained.
"Uh, are talking about the author of this story on FanFiction, or the author of "A Midsummer's Night Dream"? Daphne asked.
"A MIDSUMMER'S NIGHT DREAM, OF COURSE!" Puck shouted. Sabrina winced. Dang, that boy had quite a pair of lungs. Even when he wasn't, say, a Howler Monkey.
"...That would be William Shakespeare," said Daphne tentatively.
"GRAAGH! I'm going to KILL Shakespeare!" [said Puck]
"AHHHHHH, I'm going to MURDER Shakespeare!" howled Puck.
"Hey, Puck?" said Daphne.
"Uh, Puck?" asked Daphne.
"WHAT!" bellowed Puck.
"WHAT?" [said Puck]
"That's impossible," said Daphne.
"You can't do that." [said Daphne]
"Why?"
"Why not?"
"He's in the same state as your father."
"He's dead."
Puck threw a tantrum, in which a laptop was dropped, things were destroyed, and a banana was sent across the room. It took Sabrina and Daphne ten minutes, some food, and Google images to get him to shut up. He ended up laughing so hard at the online picture of one William Shakespeare that he nearly inhaled his cookie.
When everyone was settled down again, they kept reading.
About ten minutes later, after they had calmed Puck down, Daphne asked: "So, if it didn't happen this way, how did it happen?"
"According to me?" he asked.
"According to you." Puck grinned a devilish grin.
"That's more like it," said Puck proudly, albeit a little hoarsely from yelling.
"So, wanna read the next chapter?" asked Daphne.
"Why not?" said Sabrina. Daphne clicked the little box that said "next" in the bottom right corner of the screen, and they read the next chapter. They didn't say anything until near the end of it when they saw this:
Sabrina walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge. A rain of foul smelling, rotten garbage landed on her.
"PUUUUCCCKKK!" She screamed.
"Gloppified!" was the answer.
"Hey, is it just me or did that happen a couple days ago?" Sabrina said sarcastically.
"That was hilarious! I really need to start carrying a camera with me..." Puck mused.
"Talk about déjà vu..." Daphne muttered.
They got until chapter five before the fragile silence was violently shattered.
"AW, WHY DIDN'T I THINK OF THAT?" Puck yelled with a half-smile as he studied the screen:
But, thanks to Puck's infamous prank callings, he had somehow called a shopping channel, stolen Uncle Jake's credit card, and bought, many, many, things including, 24 loofahs, a herbal remedial bubble bath, a robot that vacuums your house, a hat that looks like a stuffed kitten, Karaoke for Britney Spears All Time Greatest (?) Hits, a Karaoke Machine, a universal remote, a laptop, an MP3, a printer, 13 and a half butterfly-shaped jelly molds, a video camera, and many more Extremely Useless Objects.
Sabrina and Daphne were nearly falling off their chairs laughing. In between giggles, Daphne read the next section aloud, as Puck was already wandering around the house looking for a phone to steal Uncle Jake's credit card number with.
"'Setting the camera flash on OFF, she carefully crept on top the trampoline. She bit her hand to keep from laughing,'" Daphne paused, then burst into another round of giggles.
"What? What is it?" Sabrina darted over. She started laughing too, which was when Puck demanded from somewhere downstairs,
"What are you two laughing about? Shut up and read it to me."
In between giggles, Sabrina managed to get out, "'Puck was wearing footie pajamas (giggle) with rainbows and unicorns, (laughter) which perfectly matched his pink rainbow unicorn, (peals of laughter) known only to Sabrina as Kraven the Deceiver. His thumb was in his mouth (burst of laughter) and he was lying in a fetal position. (cauliflower of laughter)'"
"WHAT?" screamed Puck as he ran into the room. "WHAT IS THIS?" He stared at the screen. "WHO WROTE THIS?"
"Hey, it's true," said Sabrina in between a fit of giggles. Ignoring the visibly fuming fairy boy, she read on to see if there were any more embarrassing bits.
This is what she found a couple paragraphs down:
[Sabrina had stolen Kraven the Deceiver.]
"WHERE IS HE? WHERE?" yelled an unusually frantic Puck. Granny Relda looked up from cooking what looked like crumbly orange concrete.
"Where is who libeling?" But there was no calming him. Puck was in a rage that was usually associated with taking baths.
"I KNOW ONE OF YOU TOOK HIM!" He turned on Uncle Jake who had just entered the cluttered kitchen. "IT WAS YOU, WASN'T IT? YOU WERE ALWAYS JEALOUS OF HIM!"
Right on cue, Uncle Jake entered the room.
"What are you looking at, kiddies? Nothing illegal, right?" he looked over their shoulders.
"Hey, this story has a character named Sabrina in it!" Uncle Jake looked at Sabrina.
"Um, Uncle Jake? It's a story about us," Daphne said, enunciating every word as if she were talking to a baby.
"Oh...that makes sense..." Jake started skimming the words.
"the next morning...cooking...burning socks... that sounds just like my mom, doesn't it? blur...knocked...down the stairs...well, if it isn't our resident Dorothy!* sound of yelling...where...frantic Puck..." at that point, Uncle Jake snorted and looked over at the young (or incredibly old, depending on which way you look at it) fairy sitting in a swivel chair silently fuming while making fart sounds with his armpit.
"What?" demanded Puck.
"Puck? You want to come read this?" Sabrina gestured at the laptop screen. Sighing, the fairy came over to the screen and read aloud,
"'I KNOW ONE OF YOU TOOK HIM!' He turned on Uncle Jake who had just entered the cluttered kitchen. 'IT WAS YOU, WASN'T IT? YOU WERE ALWAYS JEALOUS OF HIM!'" there was a slight pause, and then Puck said, "This is not talking about my wonderful fluff- that stupid stuffed unicorn that I don't own, right?" His voice broke on "right", making him sound like he was about to cry.
"No need to get defensive about him," Jake muttered, reading the "you were always jealous of him" line.
"For the last time, I. Do. Not. Own. A. Stuffed. Unicorn. Named. KRAVEN!" Everybody stared at him in shock, not because of his outright lie, but because of the fact that the word "Kraven" had come out in a voice unlike his normal one.
"Stupid puberty virus," Puck muttered and left the room.
*Dorothy, if you remember, is from the Wizard of Oz and is now a tornado chaser that's quite accident prone.
A/N: Feel a writer's block coming on, so I might not update for a week or so. Anyways, nearly ran out of synonyms for "shout" here. DID, in fact, run out of words for "_of laughter", hence the cauliflower. Feel free to recommend a story. I'll check with the author for you, so all you have to do is just PM me or put it in a review. Thanks!