By KJS
This is my odd attempt at humor, based on my own frustration with Pokemon. The listian reference is to a fictional member of the Labyrinth Fanfic Mailing List... Fictional. Riiight. :)
This is for everyone with siblings who collect things and drive you nuts.
Disclaimer: Labyrinth does not belong to me. This is a non-profit story. So there.
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The yell was heard throughout the castle. Most of the goblins understood what was happening, and those that didn't knew that they didn't want to be in their king's way when he was in this kind of mood. One goblin in particular wanted to hide, but Flemwit knew that there was no hope for him. He was doomed.
"What is /this/?!" Jareth stormed out of the throne room, the high arches ceilings of the main hall looking to collapse on those below. Quivering with the viscious anger radiating from the king, everything seemed to be terrified. And Flemwit most of all.
If the Goblin King hadn't been so furious, the half-witted goblins might have found something amusing... After all, their king, who was normally decked out in grande attire, was wearing a gaudy, bright-printed shirt and khaki shorts. Something which would have normally brought laughter and fainting in astonishment. But none of that was to be seen today.
"I come back from Bermuda, after dealing with those cretins known as humans for two weeks, and I find /this/?!" Jareth's voice grew louder, normally musical tones distorted. "Flemwit!"
Quaking in fear, the little goblin stepped forward. He was among the smarter of the lot, and naturally, had been left in charge during the king's vacation. How was he supposed to know it could happen?
"Dat.. Dat... Lemme explain, y-y-yer Highness. De girlie, she said da words. So we came. And den she wan'ed to know where de King was, and she laughed at me, but d-d-den sayed dat she wanted to wish her sister's /stuff/ away. Den we got dis." The goblin wildly waved his furry arms, gesturing around the room.
Jareth sighed, shaking his head as his eyes once more took in the sight. Everywhere. Stuffed creatures, bright colors nearly blinding, while stacks of cards and books fluttered about. Video cassettes haphazardly stacked, while small electronics decked statues. Everywhere. The smallest of the goblins nearly drowned in the piles spread about the room... Elegant sculptures, spanning floors of intricate design... All covered by this /filth/. The words scrawled across some of it made his skin crawl: "Gotta Catch 'Em All!"
Not knowing what kind of foul power could create such disturbing things, the Goblin King just winced, closing his eyes. A headache was coming on, starting when that damned pink round spirally /thing/ had been sitting in his throne, googly eyes staring at him, almost menacingly.
"I am going for a walk outside. I expect to see this all /gone/ by the end of the day. Do I make myself clear?" One last glare swept over the crowd of goblins. Giving one swift kick to Flemwit, who was groveling on a small patch of clear floor, Jareth strode from the room, large metal doors leading to fresh air.
As the King left the room, Flemwit slowly picked himself off the floor, short arms dusting himself off as a frightened frown crossed his face. Another goblin, a burly, if stupid, creature named Glecknik, trundled over, eyes still wide with surprise. "What you do dwen he sees what else der ish?"
"Dunno," Flemwit mumbled, shrugging slightly, before stumbling back among the crowd. "Just hope he dunnot--"
"FLEMWIT!" The anger-infused shout echoed once more, sending most of the goblins diving under the piles of stuff, hoping not to be noticed among the blinding, hideous things. The goblin in question just winced. "Why is the Bog of Eternal Stench /filled/ with YELLOW FURRY THINGS?!"
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Somewhere, a listian laughed.