A/N ~ Hello everybody! So this is my first ever fanfiction story and I'm pretty excited but I'm also super nervous! I wrote this a long time ago and always wanted to post it but never had a way to but now I have a brand new computer and I'm ready to start writing like there's no tomorrow!
Anywho, I love love love constructive criticism as long as it's constructive and not just a bashing so leave a contribution in the little box and enjoy! P.S. keep in mind it's just a short little drabble but let me know if I should continue along these lines!
"Sarah, I need to talk to you. Now I know you're mad at me for taking your baby brother from you, throwing a snake at you, drugging you with a peach, trapping you in a bubble, sending the cleaners after you, and…. ah well my point is none of that matters! Now don't get mad, I know it matters to you! It just doesn't matter to me… I mean it does matter to me because what matters to you matters to me too it's just that… ah… erm… is it hot in here? I'm just going to start over…. Sarah…. The truth is… I love you… I always have... well?!"
The poor goblin that the Goblin King was addressing stood stock still and continued to stare, wide eyed, at his King. He was so shocked at being the center of the King's attention that all he could do was nod his head dumbly with his mouth hanging open. The King, losing his patience flung his arms up in the air in a very unkingly way while making a very unkingly noise.
"Ugh, to the bog with it!" He said as he turned and in a poof of glitter, vanished from the hallway where he had cornered the confused goblin who only wanted to wave at his king and show him the pink glitter sock he had gotten from the Lady Sarah's room. Instead of the expected "That's nice, Squibble," he got the King's unedited version of his well-thought out "Win Sarah" speech.
Squibble stared at the spot that his tight pantsed King had just vacated from for a long time before his eyes widened and he smiled a lopsided, toothy grin as understanding dawned on his wrinkled face.
"King loves me!" Squibble squeaked as his eyes grew impossibly wider and his smile grew. "Why did King call me Sarah?" Squibble asked before looking down at his right foot, which had on one of Sarah's pink socks. "Oh… I looks like Lady! Poor confused Kingy!"