A/N – I hope this one's a bit funnier than the last couple. It's actually getting a bit awkward to think what to write now lol. Although, redbull is helping O_O
Annoying Jareth
44 – Voices
The Goblin King was close to snapping. He'd caught the Creature sneaking back down into the basement. It was talking to someone and he wanted to know who. No one could sneak into his Labyrinth without him knowing! Well, except for the Creature, obviously. He shuddered at the thought of a second one hiding out in the basement and faltered at the top of the stairs. 'Oh dear lord what if there is another one?' he cringed and started down the stones steps – even gliding down had proved difficult thanks to the trip step. The Creature hadn't let him forget that one just yet.
Upon reaching the basement he felt an odd shiver travel down his spine. He could hear the Creature whispering hurriedly to someone, followed by a series of giggles. Well, only it was laughing. Either the other didn't find it funny or the Creature was talking to itself, again. Rolling his eyes Jareth burst into the room, his wonderful sparkly cape billowing behind him. The Creature squawked and fell off its chair which the king found agreeably amusing, but quickly covered his smirk. After all, he wasn't entirely sure if there was somebody else lurking in the shadows or not. It wouldn't do to let one's guard down in the face of triumph only to be cracked over the back of the head with something 'shiny'.
Fortunately the Creature remained sprawled on the floor – possibly unconscious – and nothing leapt out at him. Deciding to enjoy his small victory Jareth left the thing where it lay and got on with his day. He only saw it once when it staggered out of the basement and up to its room. It was probably the first time since the Creature entered the Labyrinth that he'd had a good day. He got a new goblin without any real fight, nothing had been destroyed and he'd gotten news that his mother had broken her leg when she tripped over a "present" he'd sent her.
The rest of the week went surprising well too. The Creature still skulked down in the basement but he rarely heard it speak. It wasn't until the night he heard a voice speak back that he really started to worry. He remembered seeing a shadow down there before but had been distracted by that damn scoreboard. Gritting his teeth he marched down to the basement yet again. The sight he found there was most definitely not what he was expecting.
The creature sat at a small round table surrounded by teddy bears… shaking his head Jareth looked again. The Creature was chatting happily to one of the teddies – an oddly familiar looking one – and the teddy talked back. Well, more like the Creature put on a stupid voice and pretending the teddy was talking back. Pinching the bridge of his nose he decided just to get it over and done with. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Having a tea party" it replied happily, laughing at a joke that no one said. At least not aloud.
"Why are you talking to a bunch of stuffed animals?"
The Creature looked shocked and grabbed the nearest teddy covering its ears. "Don't say that, you'll upset them."
"My dear", he began, already regretting coming down here, "they are not alive. They do not have feelings and they most definitely are not talking."
The Creature looked glumly down at the teddy in its hands before glaring at the King. "You're just jealous because the voices talk to me and not you."
The following week has been stricken from the history records due to the completely mental breakdown of any who read it.
A/N – I'm sorry, I'll make the next one better!