This drabble's going to tell a story. A spooky story! :) Well, it is getting closer to Halloween. So, why not? :) This drabble is inspired by Rob Riggle's NFL Sunday Football Pregame Show skit "Jets", parodying the "IT" movie.
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94.) Goblin
Word Count: 276
Frodo lived in his own world. He spent his time drawing pictures of goblins. Menacing goblins that liked to pop out at him in his nightmares. Sometimes, he wondered if he could live through the night. One scary goblin had a name. Lotho.
It was a very scary, grotesque goblin with green skin and warts all over. He wished this goblin would go away. It didn't work. He was haunted by Lotho everywhere he went.
"Frodo." Lotho said in a creepy voice. "Frodo… I know you're here. BOO!"
"Ahhhhh!" Frodo jumped out of his chair. It was green and gross. How could he live alone in such disrepair? "No! It's all green and slimy! Since when have I got a swamp in my parlor."
Indeed, the parlor had transformed into a living swamp. Frodo stood in yucky green slime. And there he was: the hunchback goblin named Lotho, with his flaming red eyes and those sharp teeth and claws. If only he could just wake up from this dream, this nightmare. He wanted it to end….
….and it did end. He was safe. He was safe and lying in his clean bed. Bag End was no longer a swamp. It was clean! No worries. No scary goblins come to harm him. Wait. What was that creaking sound? Where was it? Oh no! It was Lotho… Lotho was a hobbit again. Oh, he could hug him right now! NO! He was a scary goblin again. No!
"NOOOO!" Frodo screamed, watching the goblin Lotho, who was now a hobbit, walk away, moaning. Frodo sighed. He regained his composure. He'd get Lotho back for this, one way or another.
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Thanks for reading. :)