Goblin Kings
Summary: Why is Jareth the Goblin King, if he isn't a Goblin? Or what if he is?
I asked my younger sister about Jareth. Here is our conversation:
Sister: "Jareth is a Goblin."
HR: "No he isn't."
"Is."
"Then why doesn't he look like one?"
"Because he's the most Goblin-y. When he was just a normal goblin, he was the only one outside when the magic came and turned him into a King."
"I might just write a fanfic on that."
"Do I need to say it again?"
"No, I got it."
"Write it down. You know you have a goldfish memory."
"Shut up."
"MOM! She said a bad thing!"
"Idiot."
"BE NICE TO YOUR SISTER, GIRLS!"
"Idiot."
So, even though my sister is a bitch, I will write this fanfic anyway.
Chapter One—Most Goblin of the Goblins
Jareth, Pinchy, Bulbosu, and Hoggle were walking down the Labyrinth path, not turning, just walking.
"Seriously, King Omega is really pissing me off."
"Everything pisses you off Hogbrain."
"HOGGLE!"
"Why do you have to act like you are so above all of us, Jareth?"
"Yeah."
"Shut up, Bulbosu."
"You're just a Goblin like the rest of us!"
"Pinchy, the reason I act like I am better than you is because I am better than you."
"Who made you Alpha and Omega?"
"Who made you an idiot?"
"Now you're just insulting me!"
"No, you think?"
The four goblins tussled their way down the corridor, until the mass rolled into King Omega. "Uh-oh…" whispered Hoggle. Jareth sat up, rubbing his large brown nose. Bulbosu and Pinchy ran off.
"COWARDS!" yelled Omega.
Omega was tall. He was the only one in the Goblin City who didn't look like a Goblin. He had pale skin and white hair, hair that fell down his face in elegant curls. He had blue eyes that would pierce through you, dissecting your soul. And he had a fancy for tight pants. Jareth idolized him. Hoggle feared him. Pinchy hated him…when he wasn't in the vicinity. Bulbosu was just a fool and had no outward feelings for the man.
Omega knelt down to the grimy Goblins level. "Why are you down here?" he whispered, though the sound would carry as far as he wanted it to. "We was just walkin' 'round yer majesty, yer greatness, yer…yer…"
"Shut up."
"Yes sir."
"Ah, Jareth. Jareth the Goblin. Jareth the Most Goblin of the Goblins is what they say about you. Did you know that?"
"Ah, yes sir, they do call me that."
"To your face?"
"Yes sir."
"And you let them."
"Yes sir."
"Pity…I had rather thought you were the one…."
"One what?"
"DON'T QUESTION ME, GOBLIN."
"Alright."
"Alright what?"
"Alright, sir."
"Very good." Omega spat has he stood up. With a swoosh of his cape, he was gone, all that was left was a tremor in Jareth's heart.
Later that night, Jareth stood before a mirror in his hovel. I am short, and fat, and my skin feels like leather. I have no hair and my eyes just water. I am pathetic to the largest degree. Maybe that is what it means to be the Most Goblin of the Goblins, he thought.
Jareth sat on his bed and sighed. He would never be like Omega, no matter how hard he tried.
