Author's Note: Just an idea that popped into my head. Don't know if there will be any more chapters, but it's possible if there's an interest. This doesn't have any connection to my other story, Sparkle, although the reflection from that might show up if there are later chapters. Enjoy!
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"I want to talk about the children, Jareth."
"What chil- Oh."
"Yes."
"What about them?"
"I think you know, Jareth."
"But they asked for them to be taken! They said the words!"
"That doesn't make it ok, Jareth."
"They /asked/!"
"Jareth, that's no excuse. I want you to make reparations." His shoulders slumped.
"But-"
"No buts. I want you to apologize to all the siblings, and return all the children. Or I'll let the Troll Queen redecorate your castle."
"Now /that/ is cruel."
"You don't have a monopoly on cruelty, Jareth. Now go."
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After a dozen or so, the Goblin King didn't even look up any more. So it was really his own fault that what happened did. But one couldn't blame him all that much; half the siblings broke down sobbing, others swore at him, and the rest just looked very, very confused. It was easier to simply recite his spiel and send them on.
"I'm sorry I stole your brother or sister. Please proceed to the next room, give the goblins their name, and they will be restored to you. Please specify if you would like to have all memories of these events removed. Thank you. I apologize for the inconvenience." He started to check off the name without even looking at it, but was interrupted by a slightly sarcastic and all too familiar voice.
"Brother, Jareth, and I already have him, thanks." The Goblin King blinked and looked up. His jaw dropped nearly to the floor.
"Sarah?"
"Well, at least you remember my name. Might do you good to remember that I defeated you, too. What's all this about, anyway?"
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"I want to talk about the children, Jareth."
"What chil- Oh."
"Yes."
"What about them?"
"I think you know, Jareth."
"But they asked for them to be taken! They said the words!"
"That doesn't make it ok, Jareth."
"They /asked/!"
"Jareth, that's no excuse. I want you to make reparations." His shoulders slumped.
"But-"
"No buts. I want you to apologize to all the siblings, and return all the children. Or I'll let the Troll Queen redecorate your castle."
"Now /that/ is cruel."
"You don't have a monopoly on cruelty, Jareth. Now go."
* * *
After a dozen or so, the Goblin King didn't even look up any more. So it was really his own fault that what happened did. But one couldn't blame him all that much; half the siblings broke down sobbing, others swore at him, and the rest just looked very, very confused. It was easier to simply recite his spiel and send them on.
"I'm sorry I stole your brother or sister. Please proceed to the next room, give the goblins their name, and they will be restored to you. Please specify if you would like to have all memories of these events removed. Thank you. I apologize for the inconvenience." He started to check off the name without even looking at it, but was interrupted by a slightly sarcastic and all too familiar voice.
"Brother, Jareth, and I already have him, thanks." The Goblin King blinked and looked up. His jaw dropped nearly to the floor.
"Sarah?"
"Well, at least you remember my name. Might do you good to remember that I defeated you, too. What's all this about, anyway?"