I'm back! And I want to clear up a mistake. I was reading over the first 6 chapters of my story, and I saw that in Chapter 3, in my last AN, I was giving credit to a website that I used to get the details lined up for The King of The Golden Mountain, and I somehow managed to skip the name of the website. And I forgot which one I used. Ooooops. But anyway. Here's chapter 7. =)

Oh, and I don't own the Sisters Grimm. (There would be waaayyy more Puckabrina if I did.) Nuff said.

Chapter Seven

When I opened my eyes, (which took a ridiculous amount of effort, by the way), everyone was standing around me in a circle. "What?" I asked. I wanted to know just what exactly was going on. One minute, I'm grabbing the slippers from Sabrina so she doesn't do something crazy because of her addiction, and the next I'm lying on the ground, which is really hard, I might add, and it feels like someone crazy-glued my eyes shut.

I don't think that makes a lot of sense. If so, please enlighten me. But anyway.

"Liebling, I think Bob is not on our side after all," said Granny.

"What? Did he contact someone?"

"Yes, Liebling. He contacted you."

"Me? Then why don't I remember?

"I don't know. But he threatened us."

"What did he say?"

"He said that either we bring him the slippers or he turns your brain into a vegetable," Sabrina cut in.

"He said that? Bob always struck me as more. . . eloquent," I said, surprised. Maybe that was fake, too.

"Well, not in so many words," Sabrina admitted. "But that was the general idea," she added.

I frowned. Goody gum drops.

"So. What do we do, then?" I asked.

"Give it the slippers, of course!" Dad snapped.

"But, Dad, should we? I mean, I wasn't sure 'bout giving Bob the slippers to start with, and I really don't think Bob is helping his case here, and besides, I don't think he'll help us now anyway," I pointed out.

"But I think that he will fry your brain without a second thought," said Mom.

"But we can't give him the slippers! Maybe he'll let out the Everafters who want the Hand to resurface, or maybe take over the world by himself. Or maybe this Ergothane guy will help him," I said.

Then I felt a cold presence in my mind. Bob was back. Bring me the slippers.

This time was different. He wasn't speaking to me, he was giving me an order. Bring me the slippers.

I felt an incredible force dragging me, and I had to obey, or else I would go insane. Every molecule of my brain was screaming to forget everything but self preservation and do as Bob said.

And why not? Why shouldn't I? There had to be a reason I didn't want to, I was sure of it.

But I couldn't seem to remember why. There was something, something buried deep in my mind, telling me not to bring the ruby slippers to Bob. But what was it? Something to do with Sabrina. I was close to remembering, when Bob's voice came into my head again. Bring me the slippers, and I may yet let you and your family live, he said. My family! That was why I couldn't gave Bob the slippers!

And now they were the reason I had to give them to him.

I nodded. Okay, I thought/said. What do I have to do?

It is simple. Imagine yourself giving them to me, and it will happen.

My eyes were already closed, but I opened them, and then closed them again, for good measure. I had no idea what Bob looked like, so I imagined myself handing the slippers to a cloaked stranger. I was keenly aware that cloaked strangers are always bad guys in movies.

And then I felt the slippers vanish.

When I opened my eyes, (again), they were gone, and everyone in my family looked shocked.

"They're gone!" Dad said. Thanks, Mr. Obvious.

"I guess deciding whether or not to give Bob the slippers is a non issue now," said Puck.

"Who wants another burger? And that pie sounded good."

Sabrina buried her face in Puck's shoulder, already crying buckets. Here we go again.

"But why did he bother to ask for them, if he could just take them?" my Mom wonders, looking confused.

"He couldn't, Mom. I gave them to him."

Yes. And I appreciate it greatly. How may I be of service?

Hee hee. Cliffie! Sort of. Now, we all know I hate giving spoilers of my own stories. Or at least I do. You probably had no idea. But anyway. Next chapter: We meet Bob! Oh, and by the way, I want to correct another mistake. You know where Bob says he wants "those against the Hand to win"? Well, I should have said that Bob wanted the Grimms to keep the group of Everafters trying to bring back the Hand trapped in the barrier. You probably figured that out, but I just wanted to make sure. Thanks for reading! Oh, and don't forget to review! (If you flame me, that's okay, I find flames entertaining.)

~SugahRush~