I decided to give writing this another try: I'll just make them random drabbles instead of a story with an actual plot…
"Why in the name of Hans Christian Andersen is there a marching band in my bedroom?!" Jareth was sitting up in bed, having just been subjected to a rude awakening. Before him stood a dozen goblins, clad in oversized uniforms and carrying various instruments—and, in a weird form of hero worship, they all had socks shoved down the front of their pants. Mousy was in the lead, with his twirling baton thrust high in the air.
"Happy birthday, King!" he squealed gleefully. He whirled around and gestured wildly to the other goblins. They began to blow crazily on their instruments, elation written all over their wrinkled faces.
"SHUT UP!" Jareth howled, his hands clasped over his ears. "IN THE NAME OF ALL THAT IS HOLY, PLEASE SHUT UP!" silence. Jareth sighed with relief and opened his eyes. Every goblin stared at him, stunned. Mousy started to sniffle.
"No, no, no, I didn't mean it that way!" he said hurriedly, starting to get out of bed, but to no avail. The goblins were crying hysterically and tears were pouring down their cheeks.
"It was lovely! Lovely! Thank you." Jareth kneeled in front of Mousy, trying to assure him that their gift was appreciated. Mousy sniffled again.
"Really?"
Jareth nodded. "Really. But, please, next year, just get me a card."
A little inspiration from Pika_la_Cynique: .com/fs24/f/2007/330/c/5/LABYRINTH___Envy_by_Pika_la_
This is Mousy, the one with the fishtail on his head: innit he just adowabwe!!!!
Thanks for reading!!! Again, please tell me quotes or scenarios you want me to use in the next chapter!
If you review this time around, your army of shirtless Jareths will be coated in chocolate :3
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