DISCLAIMER: If it's a character, setting, idea, theme, dialog, etc from "Labyrinth", it's (c) Henson, Lucas, Froud, Bowie, Connelly, etc, and does not belong to any of the authors. The goblin with the washcloth hat belongs to / is hawthorne-cat.

This is a collaboration with spike30 on deviantArt. I wrote the intro and for the Interviewer. He wrote for the Goblin King. Each of us wrote some of the in-between description / narration. I did some editing for smoothness.

Please see A/N after.


We join this story at some point after the beginning, uncertain of how close to a resolution. As far as we know, Jareth the Goblin King has agreed to an interview with a mortal female. Her reasons for requesting and his reasons for agreeing are at present unknown. The stipulations include a complete lack of filming said interview, although audio recordings are permitted; further, the interview must not take place in-person. Who enacted which restriction is a saga unto itself. The Goblin King has agreed to answer truthfully, and the interviewer is under the impression that she has been granted 20 questions.

Interviewer – I am pleased to have this opportunity to speak with you, Your Majesty, and that we could agree on terms.

The interview occurs via mirror; the questioner appears to be in a studio dressing room, based on the lights that border the mirror, and somehow has kept her face from being completely visible to her counterpart. The Goblin King's face, however, is plain as day opposite her, and has a smug sort of grin across his face as he slouches haphazardly in his throne.

Goblin King – Not at all. Something about your drive for answers has piqued my own natural curiosity. Just remember, I will only answer the questions that you ask, and no other. Shall we begin?

As he finishes speaking, a goblin peers out from behind the throne with a small notepad in hand, snickering to herself. Oddly enough, she appears to wear a glittery washcloth as a hat.

Trying not to be distracted by the sight of a goblin, the interviewer maintains her composure, and smiles as she proceeds.

Interviewer – Of course. First of all, how did you come to hear of my search for answers, of my curiosity about you, your world, and what to us in the "mundane" world is so very unknown?

The Goblin King's blank stare lasts a moment or two, but does not come close to masking the slight irritation in his reply.

GK - Unknown...? Such an impertinent insinuation. Do you have any idea how many stories there are in your world about my own? Every one of them was birthed by a truth we let slip into your world like a seed. We are not unknown; we are simply ignored according to the genius of our own design. But that is beside the point.

His deep breath gives him enough time to compose himself, and invites his devious grin to return to his face.

GK – Now, to answer your questions. I will be kind and count those four questions as one, but do not expect me to be so kind in the future. I received a letter.

During the King's reply, the goblin makes four quick marks, and then tries to rub them out without an eraser, and now tears the page away. She gravely makes a single mark on a fresh page.


A/N: please see my profile for links to spike30 and hawthorne-cat.
As always, please comment and help me spot typos, etc. Reviews and comments are more than welcome!