DUST IN THE WORKS an 'Ever After High' fanfic by s'moreo1235
This fanfic is based on the youtube videos, not the book [kinda whack that it happens differently]
Crisy woke up to the sounds of water running; Mary Alice was taking a shower. Crisy stretched, yawned, and sloppily fluttered out of bed. She skimmed to the bathroom door and haphazardly banged on the door three times, "Mary Alice, are you almost done?"
"Ahh boo fee guy hamo." She replied, muffled by the thick steam and running water.
Crisy decided that was a no, and began to get ready, she would shower after grimmnastics. She awkwardly flew over to her school administered wardrobe. Well this will never do, she thought to herself, regarding the bland, scuffed wood cabinetry. Crisy snapped her fingers and turned it into a lovely walk-in closet for the room. Inside, was a round room with white, plush carpet and a white leather circular lounger. The walls were lined in open racks; one was dresses and skirts, another blouses and tops, and the last rack was completely reserved for Crisy's extensive cape collection. The white leather lounger had pull-out drawers on the bottom, near the floor. Crisy opened the drawers to find all of her denim, leggings, pants, and socks organized in perfect color order. The wall opposing the newly added double doors was lined in shelves containing all of Crisy's shoes and an ebony jewelry box filled to the brim with the finest Tiffairy's trinkets.
"Wow, flutterrific." Crisy breathed to herself as she came through the threshold. "But I need to get ready."
Crisy immediately combed the arbor for a suitable first-day-of-classes outfit. Nothing too fancy, but not too casual, as Blondie Lockes would say, she needed something just right. A nice light sundress would be hexquisite. She pulled down a navy blue high-low sheer silk dress with a thin white belt, and withdrew a pair of white lace up flats from their holding shelf. But what color cape? Oh! I know, thought Crisy as she reached for a classic white cape with silver trim. It was one of her mother's favorites. She daintily tied the bow under her chin and confidently whisked herself out of the closet and into the main room to see Mary Alice perplexedly gawking at the closet.
"You can do that and we don't have an in home bowling alley yet?" She asked sarcastically.
"Hey, we don't need a bowling alley!" said Crisy firmly, Mary Alice looked down sheepishly. "But we could use a pool with a juice bar!"
"And a hot tub?" Mary Alice perked up.
"And a hot tub and a waterslide!" Crisy confirmed.
While the girls where fantasizing about things that Crisy would put in their bathroom and under their bed and in their new attic, troubling things were happening in the dungeon of the school. Giles Grimm, the secret brother of Headmaster Milton Grimm, had found something that may blow the whole storybook of legends thing away, especially for people like Crisy.
On her way to Story-Time Management, Crisy overheard Ashlynn Ella and Hunter Hunstman talking in a side hallway. She knew better than to eavesdrop, but this was her future! Maybe she could give Ashlynn some advice earlier in life. Crisy perked up her ear and hovered just around the corner.
"Can I please just see you later tonight?" Hunter pleaded.
"You are seeing me tonight, Briar is having that study party." Ashlynn insisted.
"You know that's not what I mean." Hunter again.
"I know, but if we're both absent, they'll notice and start puzzle-piecing it together! Tomorrow, or the next night, just don't say anything for awhile." Ashlynn said.
Crisy heard a bit of muffled whispers, a deep sigh, then two pairs of shoes, on shuffling and one click-clacking, toward the main ballway. Crisy decided to just act like she had been walking the other way, to divert suspicion. Ashlynn quickly scampered out, saw Crisy, stopped, hesitated, then turned around and walked toward her.
"Hey Crisy, can I have some advice?" Asked Ashlynn.
"Of course, might as well start now, right?" Crisy shrugged.
"Okay, so If you were doing something, that you knew you shouldn't, but it made you happy, should you stop, or should you just keep doing it?" Asked Ashlynn with wide eyes.
"Well, I always go by these two things, If you're hurting yourself, or if you're hurting others, then it needs to stop. So, are you?" Crisy asked.
"Well, the only thing that's hurting myself is the hextic amount of stress, and I don't think I'm hurting anyone else!" said Ashlynn.
"Then I think that you're gonna be fine. Just try some hot tea and a good book every once and a while, really calms the fluttery tummy." Crisy advised.
"Thanks a camelot, Crisy! I am so glad that I'll have you later in my life!" Ashlynn exclaimed as she ran toward her Environmental Magic class.
Crisy sighed, smiled, then glided across the hallway to her Story-Time Management Class. Well, she was about to, the she saw Blaze Luster, son of Lumiere. His light blonde hair was hanging loosely in front of his perfectly chiseled face. He looked up and saw Crisy watching him, he smiled, and Crisy smiled back. The only problem was that she also tripped on a wacky wind current, sending her sprawling all over the Ball-Way.
Blaze ran over to help her up, "Hey Faery, you okay?" He lifted her to her wings in one swift movement.
"Uhm, yeah. I'm fine, I'm fine. You're gorgeous." Crisy stopped herself. "Wait, what?"
Blaze laughed a little bit. "Well, I'll charm you later." He walked off toward the Grimmnasium.
"Hahahahaha, okay." Crisy breathed as she watched him walk away. When he had turned the corner, she began to mentally scold herself for that horrible fairy-fail. A shame that she had to curse him, and she didn't even know it yet.
Crisy whooshed to her Story-Time Management class, just as Rumpelstiltskin was locking the door. He looked through the window, laughed at Crisy, and scurried back to his desk on his short legs. Crisy shrugged, snapped her fingers, and the door flew open.
"Velcome Miss Vaery." Said Rumpelstiltskin gloomily. "Please take a seat next to Heidi Millar."
Heidi Miller is the Miller's daughter's daughter in the Rumpelstiltskin story, and we were as thick as thieves.
"Tooday in dee virst Story-Time Management class ov dee year, ve vill talk about one ov dee most divicult 'gigs' in dee Vairy-Tale World; Miss Crisy Vaery." He gestured for me to come up to the chalk board. I did and everyone clapped lazily. "Now, Miss Faery was late today, which is a lugsory shve vill never have again."
"Uhm, what?" I asked, confusedly.
"Don't you know? Your live iz zo buzy vor dee rest ov your life." He explained, I shook my head 'no'. "Vrite this down." I picked up a piece of chalk. "Virst, you are Ashlynn Ella's Vairy Godmoder, den, you are dee evil vairy to curse Briar Beauty, den, you must vecome Cedar Vood's blue vairy, vollowed by Dominique Gale's good vitch, den, you have do curse Rosie Adams' one troue love by turnng him into a horivle veast. Shall I continue?"
Crisy's piece of chalk was starting to steam from writing so quickly. "Hold on a spell, I'm evil, too?"
"Ves, was dis not all revealed do you vy dee Story Book of Legends last year?" He gave me a 'duh' face.
"Well, I think it tried to, but the pages made me motion sick, so I just signed really quickly." Crisy said, feeling a little queasy. She couldn't tell if it was from remembering the book, or that she had unwillingly promised to be evil.
"Vell now you know. Please go do have a seat."
For the rest of the class, Crisy felt like she was going to lose her very miniscule breakfast. She needed to go to Headmaster Grimm.