TWISTS AND TURNS

The group of imbeciles at dramadramaduck (idiotic name, I still say) are hosting a ball. Supposedly, it will be a regal gala, but I daresay I have more faith in my goblins to put on a splendid event than these insepid creatures.

However, I do wonder if I shall run into the likes of Sarah while there... She is one for balls after all.

-- The Goblin King

How funny it is.

Only moments prior my thoughts revolved around one soul -- Sarah.


But... but now... I can't...

He won't leave my thoughts. And I've yet to even see his face.

I can't stand it. My clothes begin feeling all tight (everything feels rather off, even) when I imagine him -- picturing him, even in that ridiculous costume of his.

I just met him in this accursed community. We haven't gotten along in the slightest. In fact, he's quickly becoming one of my enemies.

And yet.

I think I really want him.

Sarah has found her way to this "DramaDramaDuck" (what a foolish name) community.

I don't know what to say. There are so very many emotions coursing through me right now. I'm very angry at her -- she should not have gotten as far as the Oubliette, much less the Bog of Eternal Stench! She's over halfway there!

However, I am confident she did not make it all this way by herself. My ever-so-loyal subjects have aided and abetted her all along the way. That cursed Higgle especially. He shall be drowned in the Bog right straight!

Of course, I may not, after all, turn dear Toby into a goblin. He would make a fine prince, and I am not getting any younger, though I do age much more slowly than most mere mortals. And, I don't have an heir of my own yet. Yes, he could rule the goblins and other creatures all throughout my kingdom.

Unless, of course... Oh, if only Sarah would agree to be my queen. I could give her the world. Of course, I can never let her know about this. But, part of me is proud she's made it this far... She's very clever and determined.

That accursed little red book... I'm thankful she doesn't take what lies between its pages more seriously, or else she would've known long ago...

I love her.


However, love cannot blind me into believing she's perfect, no matter what I tell those idiots in the community. She is ungrateful -- how can she not be? She's nothing but a child. Damn those innocent eyes.

I've been so generous. Taking the babe from her, I've stopped time for her. I've done it all for her. And she sees none of it.

She will never love me, never be my queen.

But, if she won't stay with me, I can at least keep the babe. Because, while she may have made it this far, she has no idea what else there is in store in my labyrinth.