A/N Hmmmm, yes. This was something that entertained me for a few moments whilst I was wandering around Warwick castle. Thought I'd write it down.
Oubliette
"What do you mean GONE?!" Jareth snarled.
The Goblin mumbled something incomprehensible and wondered for the millionth time how it managed to be the one unlucky enough to be the one to tell the King that his new pet had vanished. There was a vague recollection in its dim memory of a lot of beer...and a chicken...but he couldn't remember much more than that.
Jareth glared at the disgusting creature in front of him and tried to resist the temptation to embed a million crystal shards into its short wrinkled body.
"Well then..." he said slowly through gritted teeth, "...I suggest you go and find her...NOW!"
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"And this is the dungeon…"
"Oooooh, mummy, mummy, look! Look!"
"Yes dear, it's a pit. They put the worst prisoners down there."
The eldest daughter giggled and nudged her younger sister in the side, pointing at the information board on the wall.
"It's an oubliette," she whispered.
The youngest gave an exaggerated gasp and clapped her hand over her mouth.
"We should not have gotten as far as the oubliette, we should have given up by now!" she exclaimed in her best Goblin King voice.
Both giggled again.
"I wonder if Sarah's down there…"
"Help me!"
Both sisters jumped and stared down into the dark hole beyond the grill.
"Please help me!" the small voice came again.
The eldest laughed nervously. "Very good sound effects they put in these places."
The youngest tugged on her arm. "Come on, we're the last two left. Let's go."
The siblings quickly hurried from the room.
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Sarah heard the retreating footsteps and groaned in frustration. That was another lot gone with absolutely no help given. It was getting ridiculous!
Muttering under her breath Sarah put her chin in her hand.
"I'm going to kill Jareth."
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"Sire! We have located her!"
The Goblin King leapt to his feet.
"And?"
"She's in Warwick Castle Sire. In the oubliette."
Jareth's jaw set as his eyes blazed in anger at the idiocy of his subjects. A deep inhale through his nose suppressed it.
"I better retrieve her then," he stated icily and strode out the room in a flurry of black and glitter.
Thank the Bog of Eternal Stench that it wasn't anywhere worse!
That was the last time that he left transportation spells lying around.