"Are you sure you're okay joining us?" Frowning, I raise a brow at Michael, his brunette locks flowing in the wind as he adjusts his open black and red flannel with a black shirt undeath, a dark blue denim jean and a pair of brown combat boots. His black fingerless gloves are shoved into his pockets.
"I'll be fine I mean how long can it take to get some goblin dog?" Softly, he smiles at me.
"I don't know but from what I've seen pretty long…" I mutter peering over at the huge line as we follow after Ponyhead, Star and Marco.
"Eh Brain says it would help test my patience, seems to him the videogames didn't help and mum wants me out of my room." Tiredly, he sighs at me briefly flinching from the harsh rays of sun, making me chuckle lowly under my breath.
"This is the place. I am positive." Confidently, I overhear Pony promise Marco.
"But you've been saying that for the last 12 dimensions, and I'm hungry. I'm gonna go home and make a sandwich." Whining, Marco sighs.
"Guys guys guys! I found it. There it is. The goblin dog truck." Excited, Star points to the truck.
"That line is like, a million miles long." Horrified, Marco complains.
"It's all good. My friend Kelly's holding us a spot. Yo, Kelly!" Pony assures us as we find a green and fluffy monster pokes her head out of line.
"Oh, hey Kelly. Yo, Star! Come stand by me girl. Oh, my goodness. Bee fly, we got so much catching up to do. Let's start doing it. Not you Marco. Okay. You can stand over here and talk to Kelly. And Amber you know what to do…" Lazily, Ponyhead dismisses me.
"Like I said it's Ash...seems to me we made a mistake freeing you from that school." Tiredly, I grumble under my breath, giving up with the rude girl pushing people out of the way for them to cut the line as I am left with Michael, Kelly and Marco.
"Hey Kelly." Awkwardly, Marco greets the girl.
"So…is she a mute?" Michela questions me as I shrug having no idea.
"Uh, have you been waiting long?" Marco questions her only for her to blink.
"That's so cute. You guys are basically like the same person." Ponyhead giggles.
"Yeah, but, uh, are you sure you wanna wait in this crazy line for just a hot dog?" Frowning, Marco questions.
"It's not just a hot dog." Quickly A battle axe swings by Marco and me into a tree, barely missing his head as I squeak when I feel a pair of hands on my shoulder, pulling me back as I find my head gently pressed against a solid chest making me look up, my yellow wide to note Michael's ruby red eyes.
"Watch where you're throwing that thing!" Snarling, Michela growls at the scarred Koala whimpering back as I hear the faint hiss making me turn to frown at Michael's hands around me, hearing the sizzle of my clothes.
"Michael enough!" Sternly, I voice out snapping him out of his daze when he notes me patting down my loose baby blue oversized rolled up sleeves jacket with a snow white and yellow stripped shirt underneath, wearing a pair of blue jeans below and brown boots, my hair is long with a loose bow at the end of a bright yellow.
"It's a goblin dog. Some would kill for a goblin dog. Just like how I almost killed you with that axe. Just to be clear, I'm the one who threw that axe." The Koala exclaims.
"And you'll be the one I make a stuffed toy out of!" Angrily, Michael growls as the koala stumbles back fearful. I place my hand on his back, trying to calm him down as I hear the faint hiss of fumes emitting from his form.
"I pulled myself out of the ground for a goblin dog. I'm a bit tender." The tree gestures to its bandaged and bruised rough roots.
"Oh please. I had a goblin dog just last week and it was the bomb." Boastfully, Ponyhead declares.
"Really?" Surprised, the koala raises a brow in awe of Ponyhead making me groan, she has enough ego as it is…
You might think this line is long. But listen to my goblin song. It's been hours since you ate but goblin dogs are worth the wait Yeah!
"Michael…" Concerned, I turn to him at the horrific sing song voice of some goblin.
"That music is hellfire! And not the good song!" Angrily, Michela places his hands on his ears shielding himself from the gobbling moving past us.
"What is happening?" Lost, Marco whispers.
"Events are happening Marco," Calmly, Michael mutters trying to calm down as I note his balled-up hand, noting the heavy fumes of coal black emitting from his closed palms shaking.
"What is up with that music?" Marco questions him.
"I don't know but soon I'll have it silent!" Determined, he raises his hand enflamed with ruby red making me sigh.
"Count…" Calmly, I tell Michael, nodding as he begins counting as I turn to Marco.
"You sure it was okay to bring him here?" Concerned, Marco asks me.
"No but he wants to improve his patience." Tiredly, I sigh as Marco then turn to Ponyhead and Star leaving me with Kelly.
"Guys am I right?" Weakly, I smile not sure what to say to the silent Kelly. I glance at the three finding Marco swiftly cut off by Ponyhead and pushes towards Kelly again as I feel a familiar hand clasp my own, making me glance at him, nothing him cradling his temple.
"You okay?" Concerned, I ask him as he sighs.
"Yeah I just need a distraction," Lowly, he whispers as I nod my head understanding his woes, smirking when I find…
"Hey Marco!" Brightly, I smile turning to him.
"What?" Dejected, he turns to us.
"Why not have a chat with Marco!" I offer brightly placing my hand on his chest smiling softly. I push Michela forward, talking trying to get me to stop as I push him forward. Easily, I join in on Ponyhead and Star talking about all sorts, leaving the boys to bond.
"So…are you okay?" Concerned, the human I mean Marco questions me making me sigh bowing my head. I exhale a shaky breath trying to calm my boiling blood.
"Yeah, I mean urgh…" Struggling, I try to control my breathing and tone not wishing to bite back at the human whose done nothing to me.
"Dude come on if you're getting angry me and you can go. We can play some videogames if you want." Softly, Marco offers me making me smile softly appreciating his offer, but I have to do this to prove them all wrong and most of all to prove myself wrong.
"I can't do that as much as I would love to I can't I got to prove them wrong. I got to prove him wrong." Truthfully, I confess.
"Who?" Curious, Marco questions me.
"Urgh, my brother, he thinks I can't be patient enough to get a goblin dog…" I sigh shrugging my shoulders.
"Is that why you're here to prove him wrong?" Fascinated, Marco enquires.
"Him and my family. They think I don't have the patience to do it despite the fact that I'm the most patient one of the family." Bitterly, I hiss, my eyes narrowing at the memory.
"Seriously? Then again I can see you being more patient then Tom." Bluntly, he informs me.
"What Tom was trying to do was messed up I had told him, but would he listen? No! He never listens!" Furious, I seethe shaking my head at the valid point.
"I get you my brother I do. I have to deal with Star don't get me wrong I like the adventures but I always feel like I have to be an adult you know! It's infuriating it's like I can't be immature at all without the fear of Star getting hurt." Frankly, Marco confesses to me.
"I know exactly what you mean, one-time Tom thought to get Star to be with him he would buy him some horns, guess who had to pay for that?" Frustrated, I snarl.
"You?" Marco guesses as I nod my head.
"Exactly. Urgh…he always did this when he and Star broke up guess who he went to. He was crying for months on end and I had to deal with it. It was so exhausting, but you know what happened when I'm upset? Nothing. They simply say I'm over dramatic they aren't the person who is told secret day in and day out and has to bottle it all up you know. My brother gets away with so much and I can never due to being the eldest! I've had to study so much more than he did and he goes on about not being political even though he himself is a prince still, a part of the royal family, an icon, a role model for people to follow, our people to look up to!" Bitterly, I confess to Marco calmly listening nodding his head.
"Dude I get you. I do." Comforting, I bow my head as Marco places his hand on my shoulder squeezing it gently, understanding my struggles well.
"Then why do I have to be the bad guy? Whenever my dad and brother act up I have to break it up and be the reasonable one. But if I do one thing wrong it all falls on me never Tom…I love my brother I do I just…" Conflicted, I release a small noise of irritation facepalming.
"You want him to be punished a bit?" Marco guesses.
"Is that so wrong?" Feebly, I whisper.
"No. It isn't. Still got to ask what's with the mascara your brother has going on?" Fascinated, Marco questions me gesturing to his face.
"Oh my brother is insecure about his looks." Bluntly, I answer.
"How come?" Lost, Marco asks me.
"He thinks he needs it to go out. It's sad really…" Sighing, I confess shaking my head remembering mum often praising him for his looks but never me. She always did baby him more than me maybe its because I'm the eldest. I don't know I love my family dearly but urgh they can be such pains!
"Dude that's sad." Crestfallen, Marco tells me.
"I know right I've tried telling him to go out normal and he just freaks out, freezes up almost he always has me double check if he looks alright. I don't know what's fashionable I mean my fashion differs from others you know? And my brother KEEPS copying me!" Infuriated, I seethe hating it, mum telling me to give my clothes to Tom who just keeps LOSING the clothes I had worked and paid for using my DJ shifts it's so annoying and he gets away with it ALWAYS.
"Yeah that's why I have like twelve hoodies in red…" Proudly, Marco leans back.
"Serious?" Impressed, I raise a brow.
"Yeah dude red's my favourite colour." Calmly, he reasons to me.
"Dude that is dedication." Smirking, I nod my head as he laughs.
"Thank you someone acknowledged it. Hey do you fight? You know like karate?" Curious, he questions me.
"Do I like karate? Um heck yeah, I love Mackie hand, that good guitar rift in the movies is on point." Smirking, I confess.
"Which one?" Seriously, he raises a brow.
"Which one? Hand to hand the original, can't beat it." Confidently, I answer.
"You are speaking my language brother!" Excitedly, Marco hugs me making me freeze startled but happily returning the hug.
"I even have the videogame." Proudly, I reveal.
"Wait the Japanese exclusive…" Excitedly, his voice turns high pitch as I nod.
"Yep. It took forever but it's all worth it." Fondly, I recall the numerous demon dealings I had to do for it and it was well worth it.
"You think one of these days I could play it?" Hopeful, he questions.
"Dude we can both play it." Smirking, I place my hand on his shoulders, noting the tears threating to fall in his eyes from my promise.
"Yeeeesss!" Excitedly, Marco screams his voice turning high pitch once more surprising me as he fists bumps the air in excitement making me laugh. I smile at the human, a form of friendship brewing between us, well I think so…or maybe I'm overthinking things.
Smiling, I turn back to check on Michael smiling to find him and Marco talking, so animatedly, so close, so… happily hopefully seeing a new found friendship between the two, only then to furrow my brow at the look of despair, etched into Marco's features as his legs are pulled close to his chest. Michael places his hand on his back-consoling Marco, a look of understanding sketched into his features.
"Ugh. I mean, sometimes it feels like they're the kids and I'm the parent, you know?" Sadly, Marco finishes his deep in-depth conversation with Michael, only for the two boys to blink when Kelly spits out an apple core.
"Whoa! You got another one of those? I'm starving!" Hopeful, Marco turns to beam up at Kelly while Michael has his brow furrowed wary as she spits out another apple core.
"You gotta be kidding me…" Fed up, Marco stands fuming.
"Dude chill, we can get some snacks from another dimension and come back, Star and Ash are in line." Patiently, Michela offers making me smile at the change, only then to blink startled alongside Michael as Marco gets smacked in the face by a projectile, being pushed to the ground.
"What the...?" Confused, Marco stares down at the T-Shirt flopped on his hoodie.
"Alright, kiddies. You're just moments away from maximum mouth-entertainment. So, stay cool in a hot goblin dog T-shirt!" The goblin prompts. Tiredly, Michael sighs exhaling a steady breath, looking on calmly as he continues promoting while the other monsters eagerly reach out for a shirt.
"Excuse me." Pointedly, Marco approaches the goblin as we follow behind him.
"Hi." Happily, the goblin greets us.
"You work here?" Marco questions him.
"Yes." The goblin confirms.
"We've been waiting forever. How do we get a goblin dog?" Sternly, Marco demands from him.
"You wait in line." Simply, the goblin shrugs.
"And can you tell me how to get in that short line over there?" Irritated, Marco points towards the ruby red velvet carpet where a truck stand before them.
"Oh, that's the VIP line. It's my boss' idea." Quietly, the goblin murmurs.
"How do we get to the VIP line?" Marco asks him.
"Well, it's pretty exclusive but I could s-n-e-a-k you guys in." Discreetly, the goblin whispers to us.
"Oh, you know what? I'm gonna go with no, thank you." Fed up, Ponyhead rejects.
"What? He just offered to sneak us in?" Annoyed, I turn to Ponyhead.
"Oh, what? I thought he spelled something else. That's my bad." Ponyhead confesses.
"Surprise surprise ponyhead can't spell…" Lowly, I mutter making Michael chuckle.
"I heard that earth turd!" Scowling, Ponyhead exclaims.
"And what about it!?" Michael glares at Ponyhead.
"N-Nothing!" Weakly, she smiles making Michela smirk as I chuckle.
"Welcome to the VIP line! Okay. Who's ready to buy some goblin dog products?" Happily, the same goblin approaches us with a cart of merch.
"That's okay. We just want the hot dog." Politely, Star declines.
"You're in the VIP line. That stands for... Very Interested in buying Products. Buy the product, stay in the line. get the dogs." Roy reveals the acronym from above.
"I don't have any money." Bluntly, Star tells him.
"I got a bit but I don't know if my currency works up here," Michael exclaims.
"Oh, I think I got some. Check in my back pocket, girl." Ponyhead tells Star as I watch gawking as unfazed, Star reaches inside Ponyhead to receive 27 cents and two pistachio shells.
"I got some cash." Shyly, Marco offers as we gawk at his money.
"Marco, how much money is that?" Star gasps at the bills.
"Like 650 bucks." Casually, Marco shrugs.
"Dude that should be in the bank," I hiss at him.
"You should at least put a hair tie or something around it. Get a waller!" Michael advises him.
"Yep, that'll do it. This will get you the executive package." Quickly, he snatchers the money.
"Man, this goblin dog stuff is ridiculous." Smiling, Star confesses as we wear goblin merch, me smirking. Stylishly, Michael puts the goblin dog shirt around his arm while I tie my jacket around my waist.
"Yeah, you dropped a ton of cash on all this swag." Frowning, Ponyhead tells Marco.
"Marco No, I got us into the right line." Smiling, Marco boasts.
"I hope so for all our sakes." Grimly, Michael mutters.
"Oh my gosh. Look. We're next! Four goblin dogs please!" Excitedly, Star rushes forward towards the truck as the window opens to the same goblin making my eye twitch, is this some sort of sick joke?
"Oh, you have to wait in that line now." Smiling, he points to another monstrously long line, making Michael's and my eye twitch. I catch his arm hearing the familiar screech of a kettle about to blow as I entwine my hand around his, making his eyes widen then soften as they turn back from red to their normal reds as he exhales calmly counting under his breath.
"How many lines are there?" Exasperated, Marco demands from him.
"Oh, it's all one line. There's just a lot of them, so after that line, you'll go to that line, then that line, then that line, then that line, then that line, then that line, then it hooks back like a dog's leg. Then you gotta take a number. You know, from a little number ticket pulley thingy." The goblin explains.
"Okay, I'd like to speak to the manager please." Sternly, Marco demands.
"Certainly sir. Yes?" Swiftly, the goblin shtus his window only to open it back up with a new hat.
"What's the deal man? We waited six hours and bought all your stuff!" Infuriated, Marco snaps at him.
"I'm sorry sir, did you say you've been waiting for six hours?" Naively, the manager smiles.
"Yes." Marco answers.
"Well, some of these folks have been waiting years." The manger informs us.
"Years⁈" Shocked, we alongside others chorus in surprise.
"Years!" Cackling, he confirms and closes window, only then to reopen it without his hat. "So, what did my manager say?" Blameless, the goblin enquires.
"You're the manager!" Seething, we all snap at him, my eyes widening at a brief pillar of flames spewing out, making me turn to arch a brow at Michela hands up in shame.
"Sorry," Meekly he whispers as I sigh shaking my head.
"Oh, you know what? Forget this okay? I'm not waiting years just to try a goblin dog!" Fuming, Ponyhead turns her head to use, a goblin shirt levitating on her neck.
"What? Ponyhead, I thought you said you had a goblin dog before." Confused, Marco points out as all eyes turn to Pony.
"Well, as it were, uh..." Nervously, Ponyhead trails off.
"Have you had a goblin dog or not, Pony Head?" Curtly, he demands from her.
"Uh, I don't know. Who can tell? Like... maybe not?" Anxiously, she laughs.
"I'm done." Defeated, Marco places his hands up turning his back and leaving.
"Marco, come on. Pony Head didn't mean bad. She's just a liar!" Tiredly, Star calls out to him as we follow after him.
"Wait. Wait, wait, wait." Desperate, Ponyhead stops in front of Marco.
"Wait? That's all we've been doing. I'm sweaty, I'm hungry, and on top of everything, you lied about goblin dogs!" Fed up, Marco argues.
"Hey you got to bond with demon boy!" Ponyhead points out.
"I have a name!" Angrily, Michael snarls slamming his foot on the ground making some cracks appear only then to shyly dig up some dirt to cover it making me sigh.
"Look, Marco, I mean, all of these people have lied." Honestly, Ponyhead confesses.
"She's right. I lied too. I'm not the one who threw this axe at you." Shyly, the Koala confesses.
"Hi. My name's Stan."
"Hi Stan."
"What is this turning to?" Baffled, I stare at the circle group beginning to form.
"I secretly like love sentence!" Suddenly, Michael blurts out making us turn to him.
"Um what are you?" Lost, I blink trying to gather why he said that out of nowhere.
"I don't know I'm sorry everyone's sharing secrets…" Shyly, he whispers making me chuckle.
"Dude I don't judge I think they are okay…" I assure him.
"Oh really?" Relieved, he smiles.
"Yes. Don't tell anyone." Sternly, I order him as he nods his head complying to it.
"Alright…but we are talking about this later," He whispers as I nod my head, curious to learn his favoured track, mine of course being till little too late then again it has nothing on never too late, now that's a good song, then again the genre is completely different.
"I'm also a liar. I told my wife this was a mink coat. It's just my body."
"My glasses are fake. Ooh, it feels good to let that out."
"These aren't my teeth."
"Look, we've all lied, and lying is not cool, but there's only one person here who's lied to all of us." Tiredly, I begin stepping up.
"Yeah. Pony Head." The Koala accuses making the crowd roar in agreement.
"Wait, no. No, no, no. That guy!" Annoyed, I point to the goblin.
"Oh, yeah. He did lie to all of us. Get him!" Angrily, the koala orders as the crowd starts yelling their battle cries and charge forward with me agreeing.
"You're gonna lose your place in line." Cackling, the goblin takes out his shirt zooka and starts firing at crowd.
"Look out Marco!" Urgently, Ponyhead nudges him out of the way from one of the shirts as a shirt manages to hit and break the skeleton to pieces while tackle Marco to the ground.
"That's it I've been patient long enough!" Roaring, Michela begins chanting in a tongue similar to his mother's as I easily manage to dodge the shirts smirking, seems my training is finally paying off. Impressed, I raise a brow as a pillar of fiery flames hit and destroy the bazooka making the goblin take the wheel and attempt to flee but not on our watches.
"Alright Michael!" Marco cheers impressed.
"He's getting away." Worried, Star gasps.
"We lost him." Marco frowns.
"Oh no we certainly did not. Grab on, turd." Stubborn, ponyhead orders him.
"I'm not sure I like you calling... Ahh!" Swiftly, Marco is cut off as he grabs onto Ponyhead.
"Ash!" Michael calls out to me as I nod, letting him pick me up bridal style as flames spew from his feet while Marco has ponyhead help him up and Star summons cloudy as we make our way to the top of the hill, ready to take on the goblin. Angrily, Michael roars as a familiar pillar of ruby red hits one of the wheels of the car making it skid as Marco throws some goblin dog merchandise at Roy, causing him to serve the truck. The trucks wheels turn into marshmallows, and it crashes. I smirk when seeing one of the marshmallows having been cooked to a crisp, a part of me tempted to take a bite out of it but hold in the urge.
"Okay Roy, now get out the goblin dogs." Ponyhead roars at him.
"Look okay, you get me severed horse head. goblin dogs aren't real." Roy reveals.
"What?" Surprised, Ponyhead blinks.
"It's a ruse. I took you for everything." Roy informs us.
"Come on you guys. Let's just go." Disappointed, Star sighs turning her back to Roy.
"Look, kids, you can have your money back." Guilty, Roy sighs.
"You know what? Keep it." Deflated, Marco tells him.
"Um what?" Michela and I share a look frowning at Marco.
"Uh, Marco, that was 650 bucks." Star reminds him.
"Yeah. Well, now every time he sees my 650 dollars, he'll remember the three kids whose dreams he wrecked." Confidently, Marco assumes.
"He really isn't dude." Michael tells him.
"I know I wouldn't." I mutter.
"No, I'll just spend the money." Honestly, Roy mutters.
"He's right Marco." Star tells him.
"Excuse my friend he's a moron." Sighing, I shake my head as I take the bills for myself.
"A huge moron…" Michael mutters.
"No Ash, we're going home." Sternly, he tells her glancing at me as grumbling, I curse under my breath. I give it to Marco, who returns it to the goblin as we turn to head home only to be caught off by the loud cackle of the goblin.
"What the..." Confused, Marco blinks as Roy grabs on to Marco.
"Star." Scared, Marco glances at her.
"You've done it." Brightly, Roy smiles.
"Ready when you are, Star." Marco tells her as Star blasts Roy with her wand.
"No. You earned the goblin dog." Roy announces.
"What are you talking about?" Lost, I question him.
"Goblin dogs are real. I had one before." Finally, Kelly speaks up startling me as to my surprise, Michael leaps back as I catch him bridal style, his red eyes narrowing at me.
"Not. A. word." Sharply, he glares at us all, causing us all to murmur in agreement as I let him down.
"Kelly?" Surprised, Marco questions him.
"Oh, we thought you died." Bluntly, Ponyhead exclaims.
"What? No, we didn't. what is with you thinking our friends are dead?" Confused, I question Ponyhead.
"Oh, okay, well, I'm sorry. I thought she did die, so excuse me." Rudely, Ponyhead huffs.
"Wait. You've had a goblin dog?" Surprised, Marco turns to her.
"Got it from Roy." Simply, she shrugs.
"So goblin dogs are real?" Marco questions Roy.
"They are. Yes." Roy confirms.
"This was all some kind of trick." Scowling, Star exclaims.
"Not a trick. A goblin dog must choose its master through trial, and today, the goblin dog chooses you." Proudly, Roy holds up a bottle of ketchup and mustard. He creates a pentagram on the ground with the two condiments as next thing I know we are in some sort of temple.
"Behold!" Roy exclaims as he reveals a plate of hot dog's present.
"Oh my gosh!" Ponyhead gushes.
"Whoa." Star smiles.
"Hmm they look like normal hot dogs to me." I mutter.
"I thought they would be green." Honestly, Michael confesses making all to turn to face him.
"What they are goblin dogs," Innocently, he defends himself as I sigh.
"I'll explain it to him later." I mutter making a note to explain the concept of hot dogs.
"Those aren't goblin dogs These are goblin dogs." Confidently, he places the plate of hot dogs into the microwave. Smiling, we each take one after we hear the ding and they are presented before us, each of us taking a bite and…. passing out.
"I can die happy now!" Amazed, I stretch my arms out to the high heavens.
"They should do delivery wonder if that line will be just as long though." Michael suggests.
"That was amazing!" Starry eyed, Star exclaims.
"I gotta give it to you, Pony Head. Those hot dogs were pretty good." Marco relents.
"Oh, well, you know, the best for my besties, and whatever, all that kind of stuff. But, you guys, on the real, I am so done with this place." Honestly, she confesses to us.
"I'm ready to hoof it." Jokingly, Marco elbow knocks Pony Head.
"Oh no, you can't say that. No." Offended, Ponyhead scowls at Marco.
"That's like saying a glue joke, I'm guessing," I exclaim as she nods.
"Ugh. Roy makes me go through this every time. Why are those goblin dogs so good?" Aggravated, Kelly groans out loud.
"Hey Kelly, it's been really great talking to you, you too Michael," Politely, Marco tells Micheal and Kelly only then for a figure to stand up from the top of Kelly's hair/fur.
"Yeah man. It was really cool hangin' out with you too." The peaceful voice confirms.
"What⁈" Gawking, Marco falls back in shock from the tiny head of hair alongside me while Michael shrugs it off adjusted.
"Oh, hey, I'm Tad. I'm Kelly's boyfriend." coolly, Tad introduces himself.
"You've been here this whole time?" Stunned, Marco blinks.
"Yeah, I don't really eat hot dogs. I'm a vegan and stuff. But, you know, I like to hang out." Honestly, he confesses.
"So goblins are the Mewni version of trolls…" I hum out loud sat on Star's bed.
"Basically yeah." Marco nods his head sighing, we all head back to our dimension and homes recovering from the beauty of the goblin dog.