Re: It's Only Forever [1.5/?]
anonymous
February 10 2011, 00:31:17 UTC
Stupid character limit...
Saesona refused to rise to the bait, though he saw her hand twitch as she fought the urge to slap him. “Your brother’s name is Peter. And I assumed you would tell me if you had plans; perhaps a date.”
It was hardly new that Arthur’s friends were thin on the ground to say the least, but he despised that Saesona felt it necessary to constantly pry and lay it out in the open, as if that would help.
He jerked his arm out of her grip and stormed up the stairs, barely avoiding crashing into his father when he stepped out onto the landing.
“Oh, Arthur, you’re back. We were worried about you.”
“Yeah, I’ll bet.” Arthur shot back over his shoulder, not even pausing on his way up to his bedroom.
Roma watched his son leave, concerned.
Saesona joined him on the landing, her annoyance clear, though perhaps there was some concern in her eyes too, hidden by the hostility. They could be so alike sometimes... “He treats me like a wicked stepmother.”
Roma had to bite back a joke- now was really not the time- and smiled instead in what he hoped was a mollifying manner. “I'll talk to him.”
Yeah, I know, unorthodox choice for England's dad, but I had my reasons, honest. A cookie to any anon that gets who stepmum is.
Re: It's Only Forever [1.5/?]
anonymous
February 10 2011, 01:03:40 UTC
Is the stepmum.. FEM!GERMANIA? >:D (Mama Greece, if not that..? x3)
Anon's been feeling the NEED to watch this movie lately, and now I have a reason to!! ^^ But.. Anon always imagines everything in Hetalian crossovers.. -sadly obsessed- France as Bowie? I THINK SO. Anon begs that A!A include the 'Remind me of a babe' song sequence~
Especially your awesomely funny naration! Like here:
They stood their ground, glaring at each other, but Arthur was the one still standing in the downpour with a canine wizard who was turning swiftly into a steaming heap of wet dog smell.
I guess it would be safe to say that I'm absolutely in love with your awesome writing ♥
And I find Rome is a perfectly aceptable father for Arthur. And if the other anon is half right... is it Mama Greece, then? Ancients are always so much fun <3
So... am I seeing this right... you plan on leaving some of the songs in there??? :D:D:D Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!
I am so so happy that you're filling this with your awesome writing skills and I'm really really looking forward to the next part ♥
Author!anon
anonymous
February 10 2011, 21:52:29 UTC
OP! I'm so glad you like it! The next part is on its way, as soon as Author!anon decides who gets to be a goblin!
Yes, I'm going to try and salvage some of the songs- they're too integral not to- but they may not survive as actual songs. Works great in a movie, but it'd be really awkward to do the same thing in writing. It waits to be seen what will actually transpire...
And no, not Mama Greece. Fem!Germania is close, but not exactly who I had in mind. Author!anon chose a very obscure OC; Fem!Germania might have been a better choice, in hindsight XD
Re: It's Only Forever [1.5/?]
anonymous
February 11 2011, 06:20:10 UTC
...Ironically, I'm listening to Magic Dance. But onwards- I'm in love with this. Seriously. You have no idea. I can see France as the Goblin King, complete with the stuffed crotch.
Aaaaaand I'm gonna guess that the stepmom is Monaco.
Re: It's Only Forever [2a/?]
anonymous
February 11 2011, 20:52:15 UTC
The chapter number format has changed, because Author!anon fails at life. At least I remembered to change the number at all this time... Anyway, onwards!
Arthur slammed the door on his parents’ talk, vindictively pleased when a second later Peter’s wails seeped in through the cracks in the wood. His amusement didn’t last long, fading back into irritation when the kid didn’t shut up.
Eventually he set the music box on his desk to play just to drown Peter out, sitting at the mirror to sullenly watch the tiny woman turn in circles. She looked a bit like his mother: not the bitch downstairs, his real mother...
He turned away from the dancing doll, disrupting his unhealthy train of thought. Brooding over Albien- not mother, don’t call her mother- was as much of waste of time as sparing a thought for Saesona, or his father. Sod them all.
Glaring at his scruffy reflection, Arthur threw off the costume he’d worn to the park, replacing it with the shirt and waistcoat hanging over the back of his chair. Probably there because he’d intended to add them to the laundry, but they passed a cursory sniff test. It wasn’t like babysitting the brat required any effort anyway.
The red cover of his favourite book caught his eye from the pocket of the tunic he’d dropped, and the climactic words of the final scene drifted back into his mind.
“Through dangers untold and hardships unnumbered,” He addressed the mirror, trying not to feel like a bloody moron as the spirit of the scene failed to be revived along with the words. “I have fought my way here to the castle beyond the goblin city, to take back the child that you have stolen...”
The next line failed him again, and his father chose that moment to compound his frustration and interrupt.
“Arthur? Could I talk to you?” Roma was tentative, hardly surprising when his son had inherited his mother’s temper. Italians might be considered passionate, but it wasn’t a patch on the violent temper cultivated by the English, usually in a packed pub on a Saturday evening when the derby was on.
Incidentally, that was where he’d met Albien: she’d broken his nose when she saw he was wearing red, and bought the Roma fan (yes, he was named for the football team; blame his father) a coffee after the game to apologise for mistaking him for a Gooner.
The déjà vu nearly gave him a concussion when Saesona had done exactly the same thing several years-and one heartbreak- later because he didn’t support the Gunners.
“There's nothing to talk about!” Arthur snapped at him through the closed door, shaking him out of a conspicuously convenient reminiscing session. “Don’t you have somewhere to be?”
That wasn’t the most subtle ‘Fuck Off’ his son had ever thrown at him... “We've fed Peter and put him to bed. We'll be back around midnight.”
‘If you want to talk to me then,’ went blatantly unspoken, or Roma thought it did, as he retreated back down the stairs with a sheepish shrug to his scowling wife.
Arthur continued to glower at the door long after Roma had left. “Oh yeah, you really wanted to talk to me. Practically broke down the door.”
He threw himself on his bed, firmly of the opinion that it was perfectly legitimised angst and not a tantrum, and anyone who said otherwise was lying, or French.
Re: It's Only Forever [2b/?]
anonymous
February 11 2011, 22:24:43 UTC
The legitimacy of his angst only lasted until he realised something was missing. So three seconds later, it morphed into a full blown tantrum.
“Lancelot! Someone has been in my room again!” Three guesses who, and the first two didn’t count. It began with an S, and ended in a -tupid-cow-my-father-married. “She had no right!”
He leapt up and stormed out of his room, bursting into the main bedroom and throwing the light on with no care for Peter, who had finally settled to a quiet grizzle.
“I hate you.” Arthur snarled at the baby as his wailing picked up again. He retrieved Lancelot from the floor, where the old bear had been dumped with the other toys Peter was bored with. Didn’t the kid have enough already? Why did Saesona have to go rifling through his possessions to keep the kid entertained?
“I hate you!” he repeated, clutching Lancelot to his chest and glaring at the sobbing baby. “God save me and get me the hell away from here before I have to suffer being stuck in this dump watching you grow up.”
(Despite general opinion to the contrary, Arthur wasn’t actually a fan of melodrama, in himself or anyone else. Which was why the dialogue took some hefty rewriting in the first edit, because like hell was he going to shout “take me away from this awful place!” at the ceiling).
Peter just continued to bawl.
“What? Do you want a story? Well get stuffed, brat. I don’t tell kids’ stories.”
The red cover of Labyrinth flashed to mind though, and the achingly appropriate beginning begged to be read aloud.
“Actually, you know what? I might know one.” He dropped down to perch on the master bed, delighting in mussing Saesona’s obsessively neat sheets.
“Once upon a time, there was a beaut- wait, sod that version. A handsome boy- that’s better- whose stepmother always made him stay home with the baby.” It was painfully cliché, and made his teeth ache to reel it off out loud, but it was fitting.
“The baby was a spoiled child. He wanted everything for himself, and the boy was practically a slave. But what no one knew was that the goblin king fell in- no, sod that bit too.” Arthur had to pause for a moment to think; rewriting that bit on the fly was a little harder than swapping the genders.
“The goblin king had taken an interest in this boy, and gave him certain powers.” Ambiguous, but it worked. “So one night, when the baby had been particularly cruel to him...” Arthur looked the crying baby over, wondering if refusal to stop crying could really count as cruelty. It was a definite yes. “He asked the goblins for help.”
In the Underground, a goblin stirred amidst a heap of his fellows, and quietly cursed the guy he was using as a pillow for inspiring him to drink the night before. Supernatural hangovers were an unholy pain in the ass.
He stopped mid grumble, realising it wasn’t his aching head that had woken him up, and frantically jabbed his pillow with a sharp elbow. “Hey, listen!”
“What are you, Navi?” grouched his pillow, rolling over.
“Fucking fairy.” Muttered the goblin lying next to him, and the whole heap rippled with laughter.
He smacked them both upside the head, and their yelps woke the rest of the sleepers. “Shut up and listen, morons!”
“‘Say your right words,' the goblins said 'and we'll take the baby to the goblin city, and you will be free.'” Arthur soldiered on through the story, regardless of his godawful attempt at doing voices.
The listening goblin winced at the excruciating performance, but he caught on to what was really happening much quicker than his compatriots, who were still bitching and rubbing the sleep from their eyes. He cackled, grinning. “We’ve got a live one!”
Re: It's Only Forever [2b/?]
anonymous
February 12 2011, 06:48:22 UTC
Oh my god, Labyrinth was one of my favourite childhood movies, I've seen it SO many times. Really enjoying this so far! HO YEAH who is going to be Hoggle??? And Ludo, Sir Didymus, the fire gang, hahahahaha! France is going to be an epic David Bowie replacement, complete with tights, bulging crotch, makeup and crazy hair I hope!
Can I request the Worm?? I love the worm! Allo!
Oh god is England going to wear a ballgown and have inappropriate sexual tension with France?? hells yeah XD
Oh I already can't wait to see who you chose for the goblin cast xD All I know is that Prussia would be an awesome goblin!
And damn, that chapter was awesome! Loved your choice for Arthur's real mom, but I still didn't figure out who S-tupid-cow-my-father-married is xD (that line was awesome, btw!)
ARTHUR HAS A LANCELOT TEDDY AND A MERLIN DOG!!! Why are you so awesome, anon? xDDD
Re: It's Only Forever [2c/?]
anonymous
February 12 2011, 22:17:54 UTC
You'll have to forgive Author!anon: the goblins are a little inconsistent. Kinda changed my mind on who was who a few times, so they're a little all over the place. That, and they all have daft nicknames now...
“But the boy knew the king of the goblins would keep the baby in his castle forever and turn it into a goblin.”
“That’s not all he would do...” muttered one goblin, who received a chorus of “Shut the fuck up!” in response.
“So he suffered in silence,” Arthur continued, trying to ignore the prickle down the back of his neck, “until one night when he was tired from doing housework” the one time he’d done it “and hurt by the harsh words of his stepmother” the woman really was a bitch “and she could no longer stand it...”
Peter’s wails reached an earsplitting crescendo that even the now avidly listening goblins flinched from. “Shut the kid up.” Grumbled the first goblin to wake, clutching his aching head and turning a baleful red eye on his pillow when the other goblin dared to smirk.
“Oh, all right! All right!” Arthur pulled Peter out of the crib and settled him on his hip. “Knock it off, brat.”
“Can he hear us?” asked the dark haired goblin being used as a pillow.
“No.” Yawned the green eyed goblin on the other side of Red Eye. “Just dramatic convenience.”
“Shut up, brat.” Arthur grumbled, quickly losing his patience with the persistent crying. “Don’t make me say the words.”
“I wish...” He began ominously, as if Peter could understand it for the threat that it was.
“He's going to say it!” crowed Red eye, shoving Pillow who shoved him right back and bowled him into the female goblin behind them, who blindsided Red Eye with a frying pan.
“Say what?” piped up the tiny goblin behind Frying Pan.
“Shut up!” hissed Red Eye, but he balked when Frying Pan threatened him again.
“You shut up!” She growled, waving her weapon. The tiny goblin hid behind her, trembling.
“Listen!” interrupted Pillow, the only one who didn’t fear getting a frying pan to the face. “He's going to say the words.”
Arthur continued his performance as if there’d never been a scene skip. He raised Peter up above his head as the kid continued to cry.
“I can bear it no longer! Goblin king! Goblin king! Wherever you may be, Take this child of mine Far away from me!”
The rhyme sounded even more moronic out loud than it did in his head.
“That's not it.” Sighed Pillow, rolling his eyes.
“Where'd he get that bullshit from?” grouched Red Eye, disgusted. “It doesn't even start with ‘I wish’!”
“Oh for the love of God, brat, shut up!” Arthur lowered Peter, perching him on his hip again and swaying with him in a clumsy attempt at soothing him.
“I wish I did know what to say to make the goblins take you.” He grumbled. “I’d probably have to beg, with all the noise you’re making.”
“You’ve got that right.” Muttered Pillow, but was quickly shushed.
“‘I wish the goblins would come take you away right now!’” Shouted Red Eye, as if the oblivious human could hear him. “Why is that difficult, moron?!”
Arthur was suddenly struck by inspiration, and a suspicion that someone somewhere was insulting him. “I wish... I wish...”
“Did she say it?” asked Green Eye, who hadn’t been paying attention.
Red Eye shoved him. “Shut up! Shut up!”
His scarce patience used up, Arthur set Peter back down in his crib and pulled the blankets back over him. The wailing baby fought with the sheets and reached for Arthur, but the older boy ignored him, heading for the door.
“I wish the goblins would come take you away.” He sneered as he turned off the light.
“Right now.”
It was silent when he stepped out into the hallway.
Saesona refused to rise to the bait, though he saw her hand twitch as she fought the urge to slap him. “Your brother’s name is Peter. And I assumed you would tell me if you had plans; perhaps a date.”
It was hardly new that Arthur’s friends were thin on the ground to say the least, but he despised that Saesona felt it necessary to constantly pry and lay it out in the open, as if that would help.
He jerked his arm out of her grip and stormed up the stairs, barely avoiding crashing into his father when he stepped out onto the landing.
“Oh, Arthur, you’re back. We were worried about you.”
“Yeah, I’ll bet.” Arthur shot back over his shoulder, not even pausing on his way up to his bedroom.
Roma watched his son leave, concerned.
Saesona joined him on the landing, her annoyance clear, though perhaps there was some concern in her eyes too, hidden by the hostility. They could be so alike sometimes... “He treats me like a wicked stepmother.”
Roma had to bite back a joke- now was really not the time- and smiled instead in what he hoped was a mollifying manner. “I'll talk to him.”
Yeah, I know, unorthodox choice for England's dad, but I had my reasons, honest. A cookie to any anon that gets who stepmum is.
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(Mama Greece, if not that..? x3)
Anon's been feeling the NEED to watch this movie lately, and now I have a reason to!! ^^
But.. Anon always imagines everything in Hetalian crossovers.. -sadly obsessed-
France as Bowie? I THINK SO.
Anon begs that A!A include the 'Remind me of a babe' song sequence~
Update soon, ne? |3
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And yes, Magic Dance will be staying in, though maybe a little abbreviated.
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Especially your awesomely funny naration! Like here:
They stood their ground, glaring at each other, but Arthur was the one still standing in the downpour with a canine wizard who was turning swiftly into a steaming heap of wet dog smell.
I guess it would be safe to say that I'm absolutely in love with your awesome writing ♥
And I find Rome is a perfectly aceptable father for Arthur. And if the other anon is half right... is it Mama Greece, then? Ancients are always so much fun <3
So... am I seeing this right... you plan on leaving some of the songs in there??? :D:D:D
Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!
I am so so happy that you're filling this with your awesome writing skills and I'm really really looking forward to the next part ♥
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Yes, I'm going to try and salvage some of the songs- they're too integral not to- but they may not survive as actual songs. Works great in a movie, but it'd be really awkward to do the same thing in writing. It waits to be seen what will actually transpire...
And no, not Mama Greece. Fem!Germania is close, but not exactly who I had in mind. Author!anon chose a very obscure OC; Fem!Germania might have been a better choice, in hindsight XD
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I have to agree with the others, you have a great writing style. I am eager for more! I yearn for more! <3
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Aaaaaand I'm gonna guess that the stepmom is Monaco.
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Arthur slammed the door on his parents’ talk, vindictively pleased when a second later Peter’s wails seeped in through the cracks in the wood. His amusement didn’t last long, fading back into irritation when the kid didn’t shut up.
Eventually he set the music box on his desk to play just to drown Peter out, sitting at the mirror to sullenly watch the tiny woman turn in circles. She looked a bit like his mother: not the bitch downstairs, his real mother...
He turned away from the dancing doll, disrupting his unhealthy train of thought. Brooding over Albien- not mother, don’t call her mother- was as much of waste of time as sparing a thought for Saesona, or his father. Sod them all.
Glaring at his scruffy reflection, Arthur threw off the costume he’d worn to the park, replacing it with the shirt and waistcoat hanging over the back of his chair. Probably there because he’d intended to add them to the laundry, but they passed a cursory sniff test. It wasn’t like babysitting the brat required any effort anyway.
The red cover of his favourite book caught his eye from the pocket of the tunic he’d dropped, and the climactic words of the final scene drifted back into his mind.
“Through dangers untold and hardships unnumbered,” He addressed the mirror, trying not to feel like a bloody moron as the spirit of the scene failed to be revived along with the words. “I have fought my way here to the castle beyond the goblin city, to take back the child that you have stolen...”
The next line failed him again, and his father chose that moment to compound his frustration and interrupt.
“Arthur? Could I talk to you?” Roma was tentative, hardly surprising when his son had inherited his mother’s temper. Italians might be considered passionate, but it wasn’t a patch on the violent temper cultivated by the English, usually in a packed pub on a Saturday evening when the derby was on.
Incidentally, that was where he’d met Albien: she’d broken his nose when she saw he was wearing red, and bought the Roma fan (yes, he was named for the football team; blame his father) a coffee after the game to apologise for mistaking him for a Gooner.
The déjà vu nearly gave him a concussion when Saesona had done exactly the same thing several years-and one heartbreak- later because he didn’t support the Gunners.
“There's nothing to talk about!” Arthur snapped at him through the closed door, shaking him out of a conspicuously convenient reminiscing session. “Don’t you have somewhere to be?”
That wasn’t the most subtle ‘Fuck Off’ his son had ever thrown at him... “We've fed Peter and put him to bed. We'll be back around midnight.”
‘If you want to talk to me then,’ went blatantly unspoken, or Roma thought it did, as he retreated back down the stairs with a sheepish shrug to his scowling wife.
Arthur continued to glower at the door long after Roma had left. “Oh yeah, you really wanted to talk to me. Practically broke down the door.”
He threw himself on his bed, firmly of the opinion that it was perfectly legitimised angst and not a tantrum, and anyone who said otherwise was lying, or French.
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“Lancelot! Someone has been in my room again!” Three guesses who, and the first two didn’t count. It began with an S, and ended in a -tupid-cow-my-father-married. “She had no right!”
He leapt up and stormed out of his room, bursting into the main bedroom and throwing the light on with no care for Peter, who had finally settled to a quiet grizzle.
“I hate you.” Arthur snarled at the baby as his wailing picked up again. He retrieved Lancelot from the floor, where the old bear had been dumped with the other toys Peter was bored with. Didn’t the kid have enough already? Why did Saesona have to go rifling through his possessions to keep the kid entertained?
“I hate you!” he repeated, clutching Lancelot to his chest and glaring at the sobbing baby. “God save me and get me the hell away from here before I have to suffer being stuck in this dump watching you grow up.”
(Despite general opinion to the contrary, Arthur wasn’t actually a fan of melodrama, in himself or anyone else. Which was why the dialogue took some hefty rewriting in the first edit, because like hell was he going to shout “take me away from this awful place!” at the ceiling).
Peter just continued to bawl.
“What? Do you want a story? Well get stuffed, brat. I don’t tell kids’ stories.”
The red cover of Labyrinth flashed to mind though, and the achingly appropriate beginning begged to be read aloud.
“Actually, you know what? I might know one.” He dropped down to perch on the master bed, delighting in mussing Saesona’s obsessively neat sheets.
“Once upon a time, there was a beaut- wait, sod that version. A handsome boy- that’s better- whose stepmother always made him stay home with the baby.” It was painfully cliché, and made his teeth ache to reel it off out loud, but it was fitting.
“The baby was a spoiled child. He wanted everything for himself, and the boy was practically a slave. But what no one knew was that the goblin king fell in- no, sod that bit too.” Arthur had to pause for a moment to think; rewriting that bit on the fly was a little harder than swapping the genders.
“The goblin king had taken an interest in this boy, and gave him certain powers.” Ambiguous, but it worked. “So one night, when the baby had been particularly cruel to him...” Arthur looked the crying baby over, wondering if refusal to stop crying could really count as cruelty. It was a definite yes. “He asked the goblins for help.”
In the Underground, a goblin stirred amidst a heap of his fellows, and quietly cursed the guy he was using as a pillow for inspiring him to drink the night before. Supernatural hangovers were an unholy pain in the ass.
He stopped mid grumble, realising it wasn’t his aching head that had woken him up, and frantically jabbed his pillow with a sharp elbow. “Hey, listen!”
“What are you, Navi?” grouched his pillow, rolling over.
“Fucking fairy.” Muttered the goblin lying next to him, and the whole heap rippled with laughter.
He smacked them both upside the head, and their yelps woke the rest of the sleepers. “Shut up and listen, morons!”
“‘Say your right words,' the goblins said 'and we'll take the baby to the goblin city, and you will be free.'” Arthur soldiered on through the story, regardless of his godawful attempt at doing voices.
The listening goblin winced at the excruciating performance, but he caught on to what was really happening much quicker than his compatriots, who were still bitching and rubbing the sleep from their eyes. He cackled, grinning. “We’ve got a live one!”
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Totally looking forward to the next update, a!a. ^^
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Can I request the Worm?? I love the worm! Allo!
Oh god is England going to wear a ballgown and have inappropriate sexual tension with France?? hells yeah XD
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And damn, that chapter was awesome! Loved your choice for Arthur's real mom, but I still didn't figure out who S-tupid-cow-my-father-married is xD (that line was awesome, btw!)
ARTHUR HAS A LANCELOT TEDDY AND A MERLIN DOG!!! Why are you so awesome, anon? xDDD
I just love it so so much ♥ ♥ ♥
Can't wait for the next part ♥
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“But the boy knew the king of the goblins would keep the baby in his castle forever and turn it into a goblin.”
“That’s not all he would do...” muttered one goblin, who received a chorus of “Shut the fuck up!” in response.
“So he suffered in silence,” Arthur continued, trying to ignore the prickle down the back of his neck, “until one night when he was tired from doing housework” the one time he’d done it “and hurt by the harsh words of his stepmother” the woman really was a bitch “and she could no longer stand it...”
Peter’s wails reached an earsplitting crescendo that even the now avidly listening goblins flinched from. “Shut the kid up.” Grumbled the first goblin to wake, clutching his aching head and turning a baleful red eye on his pillow when the other goblin dared to smirk.
“Oh, all right! All right!” Arthur pulled Peter out of the crib and settled him on his hip. “Knock it off, brat.”
“Can he hear us?” asked the dark haired goblin being used as a pillow.
“No.” Yawned the green eyed goblin on the other side of Red Eye. “Just dramatic convenience.”
“Shut up, brat.” Arthur grumbled, quickly losing his patience with the persistent crying. “Don’t make me say the words.”
“I wish...” He began ominously, as if Peter could understand it for the threat that it was.
“He's going to say it!” crowed Red eye, shoving Pillow who shoved him right back and bowled him into the female goblin behind them, who blindsided Red Eye with a frying pan.
“Say what?” piped up the tiny goblin behind Frying Pan.
“Shut up!” hissed Red Eye, but he balked when Frying Pan threatened him again.
“You shut up!” She growled, waving her weapon. The tiny goblin hid behind her, trembling.
“Listen!” interrupted Pillow, the only one who didn’t fear getting a frying pan to the face. “He's going to say the words.”
Arthur continued his performance as if there’d never been a scene skip. He raised Peter up above his head as the kid continued to cry.
“I can bear it no longer!
Goblin king! Goblin king!
Wherever you may be,
Take this child of mine
Far away from me!”
The rhyme sounded even more moronic out loud than it did in his head.
“That's not it.” Sighed Pillow, rolling his eyes.
“Where'd he get that bullshit from?” grouched Red Eye, disgusted. “It doesn't even start with ‘I wish’!”
“Oh for the love of God, brat, shut up!” Arthur lowered Peter, perching him on his hip again and swaying with him in a clumsy attempt at soothing him.
“I wish I did know what to say to make the goblins take you.” He grumbled. “I’d probably have to beg, with all the noise you’re making.”
“You’ve got that right.” Muttered Pillow, but was quickly shushed.
“‘I wish the goblins would come take you away right now!’” Shouted Red Eye, as if the oblivious human could hear him. “Why is that difficult, moron?!”
Arthur was suddenly struck by inspiration, and a suspicion that someone somewhere was insulting him. “I wish... I wish...”
“Did she say it?” asked Green Eye, who hadn’t been paying attention.
Red Eye shoved him. “Shut up! Shut up!”
His scarce patience used up, Arthur set Peter back down in his crib and pulled the blankets back over him. The wailing baby fought with the sheets and reached for Arthur, but the older boy ignored him, heading for the door.
“I wish the goblins would come take you away.” He sneered as he turned off the light.
“Right now.”
It was silent when he stepped out into the hallway.
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