A/N: Hehehe…um… I've decided to give you the chapter first (heaven knows you've waited long enough) before I try to explain anything…
I will, however, say this:
I am very sorry! (This chapter isn't even that good -.-)
First name: Puck
Last name:
"Grimm!" Puck yelled.
"What?" came Sabrina's reply.
"Need a last name!"
"Stop yelling!" Daphne said, poking her head into the room. "Whatcha doing, Puck?"
"Setting up an email account," Puck replied, furrowing his eyebrows as he tried to come up with a good last name.
"I already said you should use 'Grimm', Puck," Sabrina said, sauntering into the room with a bowl of grapes.
"NO."
Sabrina sighed. "Any reason why?"
"If I use 'Grimm', I might actually be mistaken as one of you," Puck huffed, crossing his arms.
"…You happen to be living in our house at the moment."
"Yeah…so?"
"Just use 'Robin Goodfellow'," Daphne supplied helpfully.
"Hmph," Puck reached into the bowl of grapes and grabbed a fistful.
"You're just pouting because you didn't think of that," Sabrina teased, punching him on the arm to retaliate for the stolen fruit.
"I did, actually…" Puck answered lazily. "But then all my miscreants won't know this is me."
"I sincerely doubt your miscreant friends have access to the internet. Looks like the only people you're going to be able to chat to are the people in this house," Sabrina said.
"Hmph," Puck said again, grabbing another fistful of grapes and earning another punch. "Hard to do that with only one computer, don't ya think?"
One computer? Sabrina swept her eyes over the entire room to find that the fairy boy was, for once, right. One of laptops was missing. Shoot, Puck's gotten pretty sharp. "Whoa, where'd it go?"
"I dunno," Puck said. "Come to think of it, it's been missing for a while."
"Uncle Jake took it. He said we've been hogging it, so I told him to take Mack," Daphne said.
"…Well, now you have nobody to talk to," Sabrina concluded.
"Grimm, I've been alive for over 4,000 years, I know some people who probably have a computer," Puck said, rubbing his head tiredly. Man, thinking was harder than he thought.
"Like who? Your mother?" Sabrina scoffed.
"Sabrina!" Daphne scolded. These days, she felt like a peace treaty negotiator.
"Okay, okay. Sorry, Puck. So, let's just use Robin Goodfellow. Most of your…friends…know that you use that as an alias anyways."
Ignoring Sabrina's infliction on the word "friends", Puck entered the information.
First name: Robin
Last name: Goodfellow
Desired Login Name:
Puck looked to Sabrina for help.
"Um…that would be your email address, so you'd probably want something like, 'TheTricksterKing' or something," said Sabrina.
Puck entered the phrase.
Desired Login Name: thetrikstrking
"Puck, you spelled it wrong," Daphne said.
Sabrina couldn't help laughing. "You just got owned by a third-grader, fairy boy."
"How do you spell it?" grumbled Puck.
"There's a 'c' before the 'k' in 'trickster' and an 'e' before the 'r'," Daphne said.
Puck made the appropriate changes, then clicked "check availability!"
thetricksterking is not available.
"What?" Puck yelled. He jumped up. "WHAT? HOW COULD-"
Sabrina sighed and rubbed her temples. She could already feel a migraine coming on.
This time, it took the rest of Sabrina's bowl of grapes, $12, and numerous threats of "Silence is golden, duct tape is silver" ("But my silence potion is green!" Daphne had added) before Puck finally calmed down. (The twelve dollars had been used as a bribe not to destroy the computer after the sisters had failed at convincing Puck that the computer was not, in fact, alive.)
"That's why I misspelled it in the first place," Puck said after he had calmed down.
"Suuuuure," Sabrina said.
thetrikstrking is available
Puck whooped.
Choose a password:
"Grimm, go away. I don't need you hacking my Gmail account," Puck said, leaning possessively over the computer.
Sabrina snorted, "Why would I want to do that?" but walked out of the room anyways.
Puck began typing, but then he realized Daphne was reading over his shoulder.
"Marshmallow…"
"Okay, okay," Daphne said, looking away.
Puck leaned closer to the computer, hiding the screen from view, then typed in the password: kraventhedeciever
"Can I come in yet?" Sabrina asked.
"No, not yet! I have to choose the security question!" Puck said, frantically hiding the computer from view.
Sabrina sighed. "Sure you can figure that out by yourself?"
Puck made a face before clicking on the drop-down menu and reading the choices.
What is the name of your best friend from childhood?
Puck stared. Sure, he had been alive for over 4,000 years, but he never really had a best friend. The first few years he spent around New York, and Moth didn't exactly qualify as a "friend". (Ha! More like psychotic, homicidal stalker.) Then the next few years he had spent as a runaway, pranking people as he went. Sure, he had had friends like Peasblossom, but even then it was more of a boss-worker relationship.
No, the only one he could call his best friend was a certain blond-haired, blue-eyed girl who was standing outside the door tapping her foot impatiently at the moment.
Sabrina Grimm, he typed.
He was becoming such a sap.
Location:
"Grimm, where are we right now?" Puck asked.
"Ferryport Landing. Duh," Sabrina said, taking her cue to come back in.
"No, like-"
"Oh, the United States, dummy." Sabrina raised an eyebrow. "You didn't know that?"
"Hahaha- no."
Birthday:
"Uh, Grimm…?"
"I hear you," Sabrina said, leaning over. "Daphne, come across anything that mentions Puck's exact age?"
Daphne, overjoyed at being included, was, unfortunately, drawing a blank on Puck's age. "Um, no…I don't think Gmail accepts B.C. birth dates anyways…"
"Great, now I feel old," scowled Puck.
"And you don't look a day over thirteen," joked Sabrina. "Let's just make you thirteen. When's your birthday?"
"Um…"
"Old and forgetful. Just make one up," said Sabrina.
"April…31st?" Puck said.
"Okay, sure," Sabrina said, reaching for the mouse to enter the information for Puck.
"Wait-!" Puck said, scrambling frantically to scroll down before Sabrina could see the security question. He mentally smacked himself for not having done so before.
"What? Are you becoming senile, too?" Sabrina asked.
Puck followed Rule #16 of lying through your teeth: When at a loss for words, mumble incoherently. He wasn't sure what incoherently meant, but mumbling he could do.
"Um….the…ah…" At times, it was really was quite amazing how intelligent Puck could sound.
"There's no April the 31st," Daphne said.
Saved by the little 8-year old! Puck owed the little girl one.
Sabrina literally facepalmed. How'd I miss that? I am losing my touch.
Birthday: 4/30/98
Word Verification: robessep
"What does robessep mea-"
"It's not a real word."
I accept. Create my account. Puck clicked on it, finishing the long, and surprisingly painful, process of creating an email account.
He sighed, falling back into his seat.
Sabrina, too, gave a sigh of relief. She settled back, only to notice the time.
5:26 PM
"Ah, I gotta go!" Sabrina said, tripping over a chair in her haste. She had to be at the asylum in 4 minutes if she was going to get that T-shirt to her blackmailer!
Glancing at the time, Puck remembered the unfortunate incident from yesterday. Now that he had an email account where people could reach him from the internet, he found that he cared about this particular errand a lot.
"I'll fly you!" Puck said, racing out the door after Sabrina.
Daphne stared after them in wonder at their sudden cooperation.
Kit Kat and Lil Pop were walking along, discussing their favorite kinds of candy when a girl walked out from behind the Ferryport Landing asylum clutching a dirty t-shirt.
"Is she…?" Kit Kat asked.
"No, I don't think so. She doesn't look deranged or anything. Just…manically happy…" Lil Pop replied.
"I'll ask her!" Kit Kat said, chasing after the mysterious girl.
"Wait-!" Lil Pop cried, trying to keep up in her sandals.
When they reached her, the girl looked at them with a curios gaze. "Hello," she said, slightly uncertainly.
"Hi, what's your name?" Kit Kat asked.
"And why are you holding a dirty t-shirt?" Lil Pop added.
"My name's Alexatheknight, and I'm holding this because…" she trailed off as she looked at the shirt as if she had never seen it before. She clutched it closer, if that was possible, before continuing, "it belongs to my idol!"
"…"
Gazing around at their blank faces, Alexatheknight added, "My idol, Puck!"
There was a moment of stunned silence before Kit Kat and Lil Pop began talking at once.
"Puck?"
"You got that from-"
"How did-"
"Whaaaaat?"
Alexatheknight laughed a bit before explaining, "I blackmailed Sabrina. Actually, it was kinda fun."
Kit Kat and Lil Pop looked at each other for a moment before saying at the same time, "We are so getting one of those."
Now that I have probably won the award for worst updater, I'll attempt to find an excuse good enough to cover four months. Actually, it was a bunch of little things, not one big thing.
1. My computer crashed. I lost everything, and I a lot of important notes and whatnot on it. A lot as in, I had at least 16 documents that were at least 10 pages long each, except for one that was 23 pages long, all in size 10 font. (And that's off the top of my head.) Talk about de-motivational.
2. I got a writer's block.
3. I discovered anime. So I've been watching about ten episodes a day, which amounts to about 7 hours a day, which, in addition to school, leaves very little time left.
4. I got the core teacher that gives the most homework. I believe that is self-explanatory.
5. I had to convince my parents not to make me wear a dress for promotion. (Seriously, it's not a promotion. It's the moving of from 8th grade to freshman year.)
6. I haven't read the Sisters Grimm books in about 6 months, and the memory of them is beginning to fade DX (Incidentally, sorry if this chapter is a bit OOC…I admit I'm thinking more about Naruto and Hetalia right now…)
Anyhoo, I apologize again for making all of you wait. It's hard to sound sincere when you're typing something, but I really am sorry. I know it bugs me when I'm really into a story and the author doesn't update for about six years, so at least some of you out there are probably trying not to write me a death threat right now.
Reviews: I will respond to them as quickly as possible. I don't remember where I left off, so if I've answered your review before and answer it again, feel free to ignore it. Or worse, if I missed you somehow, (or if you don't have an account I can reply to) I'll have you know that all of your reviews give me the warm fuzzy feeling. ^.^
Speaking of reviews, if it hadn't been for a particular anonymous reviewer who didn't beat around the bush when asking whether I was ever going to update this, this story would've probably remained update-free for another two months, so let's all thank PrettyPixie99 for her much-needed encouragement. (Thanks, PrettyPixie99!) :D
Also, I will take out the Halloween chapters eventually (it was a bit of a crack fic anyways), and I plan on adding a Puck's POV part that I took out earlier for this story. (It had been inconsistent with my writing style up until then; I haven't done any character POV's.) Of course, I'll have to write it again since I lost it. -.- I'll tell you the new title for it if you want to go check it out when I've created one.
Again, I'm very sorry for the delay; in the future I'll finish writing a story before publishing the first chapter. Updates will be much more frequent now, and this story will be wrapping up in about two chapters, unless I get a sudden brainstorm.
I do, however, have a trip to Canada in two weeks...I hope to get at least one more chapter up by then, and I'll be sure to write on the plane or something if I don't finish this story by then.