Dusts off Story
Ya' know, I wrote this a long time, but the story must go one, since I have many things in store for the wonderful Goblin King. Hehehe
*Hey! I thought I got rid of your muse, that last attempt certainly looked like it.*
*My dear king, I thought you would have learned by now. *
*learned what?*
*You know, that we listians, wellwe feed off each other reallyone person's inspiration spreads to another, so well, you didn't take away other people's Muses, so I still have inspiration. So, Ha! So on with the story then.*
*What? No! You can't*
*I can, and I will, this has waited long enough.*
* Curtains draw back *
And so we left our Goblin King sitting in his Macramé Chair in his macramé room. (yes he has one, he may try to deny it, but when you get a lovely macramé sweater unexpectedly for Labymas, well, you know who made it). Anyhow, as I was saying, for those who don't remember my story. Peach Fizzy, a birthday gift for the girl who conquer the Labyrinth and its manly king's heart. He drank some, thinking it was no mach for his * dramatic music * kingliness. Snorts Riiiightwell you can tell how it went from there.
Now for the new part.
Sarah felt herself being thrown out of bed, like she was some bit of dirty laundry.
*THUMP*
"Owwwww," she blearily peeped out from behind the curtain of tangled hair that had landed in her face. Scanning the bed she noticed it lacked one Goblin King. She went into the bathroom, still not tights, well actually there were, his rumbled ones that he had worn beneath his bellbottoms. But still, no King. "Ok, Stupid Goblin King. " Sarah muttered as her eye caught what her bathroom mirror was showing. "Huh? Looks to me like someone forgot to turn off their spell."
She looked over to her dresser and picked up a bottle.
A small label floated to the ground. Sarah stopped to pick it up.
"What's this?" she mused out loud. In small tiny print it read:
"WARNING: Don't Mix Peach Fizzy with Magic. May result in" the words smudged from moisture blending the ink "falling off" there was much more, but she couldn't read anymore of it.
Sarah snorted back a laugh. "oh this is precious!"
:: Well should I just leave it there and make him deal with the consequences?::
::Goblin King taps foot impatiently behind the Authoress::
::What?::
::You know what my Dear Listian::
::Oh-kay! Fine, she will go and help you, satisfied? Stop tapping your foot! Yeesh!::
Sarah stretched and pulled on a pair of sneakers. Grabbing the Peach Fizzy she headed for her bathroom.
"How'd he fit through here? Stupid skinny man." Sarah muttered as she tottered on her sink, prying herself through the portal which her small medicine cabinet mirror had become. She clutched the bottle tightly as she fell head first into a sleeping Goblin King's lap. Jareth grunted as they came head to head, as it were. Sarah groaned as she rolled to an upright position. Checking to make sure the bottle was still intact she looked upward and blushed like a red balloon as she realized where * exactly * she had landed.
"Breath in, breath out," she repeated to herself a she stood up. She poked him fiercely in he arm hoping to wake him up. It didn't work, she tried again., still nothing, giving up hope she yanked on a strand of his hair She shrieked in horror as it came completely off his head and lay limply in her hands. Leaving a bald spot where had been.
"Oh crap! Oh crap! Oh crap!"
::snicker::
::UNDO IT NOW!!!::
::Can't what's done is done, and all that jazz. Surely you understand that your majesty?::
::You will regret this.::
::Surenow where was I? Oh yes!::
"Holy crap! Oh! Oh! I know! I have that Rogaine." Yes she had Rogaine, Toby had shaved his head on a dare and she had bought it as a gag gift.(is that deus ex machina for you?) She reached her arm into the still shimmering portal and felt around her bathroom. Yanking something back she thought might be it she frowned as she looked at her waxing kit.
"not it, time to try again."
She plunged her arm in again, this went on for several minutes.
Finally, after all of her toiletries were around her feet she had the Rogaine in hand. Quickly she opened it and dabbed a bit on his hehe, bald spot.
Almost instantly, it grew. And grew, and grew, soon enough Sarah was knee deep in his hair. Her jaw by this point was on the floor (well as close to it as it could get through the hair and toiletries...) "Oh crud, this just isn't my day..."