This is the second story I've written in response to jesus-is-my-homie's challenge in Deviantart.
jesus-is-my-homie. /#/d2v2f1j
Just take out the spaces.
Disclaimer: I don't own Labyrinth
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If there was one thing Sarah loved more than acting it was baking. She was very good at it as well, for which her family was very grateful. No one else could cook. Karen once set the kitchen sink on fire.
Part of Sarah's skills came from self-preservation.
On a particular morning in July breakfast was going unusually well for Sarah. The bacon was nice and crisp; the hash browns turned the perfect shade of brown; the waffles were flawlessly fluffy.
Her family sat at the kitchen table, smelling her wonderful food while talking amongst themselves. Sarah worked in the kitchen, ridiculously pleased with how superbly her meal was forming.
Sarah, spatula in hand, pumped her arms in the air and exclaimed in happiness "Good goblins I love to cook!"
There was no warning at all. One heartbeat Sarah was standing cheerfully in front of the stove then next she was spinning around to face the terrifyingly familiar voice.
"Funny thing that you should mention that, Sarah, because I need a good cook. Or a good wife. Whichever you prefer," Jareth stated, leaning against the kitchen's wall.
Sarah stated at him in open mouth shock. "What... who... what?"
Jareth straitened, smirk growing. "Really Sarah, its only been five years." He leaned in closer. "Now, tell me precious, which would you like, to be my wife or my cook?"
"All I said was 'good goblins, I love to cook.' Why are you here?" She lifted the spatula she was holding threateningly.
"Exactly. Since you are dragging your feet, I'll decide for you. You shall be my wife. Come, we will be married in three hours."
The rest of Sarah's family stared in shocked horror as the strange man grabbed Sarah and they both proofed in a shower of glitter.