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Enjoyment of the SoakedShrooms

Glugubrius got up as Terry’s body collapsed and twitched one last time before her neck went limp. Pink foam came from her beak and she was covered in burns from the inside out. 

The soakedshrooms are not healthy for any creature, and if you knew what its ingredients were, you would only feed it to the creatures it is healthy for, which is the creature named ‘Hazardous Waste Disposal Site’.

The goblin looked in horror as the goose lay lifeless with fresh burns from everywhere the soakedshrooms touched.

Goblidigo announced to the group, as if this would somehow ground the bad trip in reality, “This situation we find ourselves in would constitute a tragedy propelled conflict of which you must hold us indemnitful — but we’ll need payment amounting in one golden egg amigo.”

Glugubrius cried out in pain as grief broke down the gates, “TERRY!!!”

The goblins all held their breath for a moment.

Glugubrius scrambled to the goose’s corpse, he broke down — his tears landed on Terry’s feathers with audible splashes. He cradled her in his arms.

“Gretel… there weren’t any ingredients in that potion that would have any reactionary effects with gold… were there?” the goblin said to Gretel, recalling the potions ingredients.

“No no no no no no no — my baby, my little gosling, Terry the ugly duckling come back to me, my little baby please please God please.” Glugubrius sobbed.

“The soakedshrooms merely bring out the truth. It wasn’t the gold that caused her death.” Gretel said coldly.

“You poisoned her… You bitch!” Glugubrius screamed in grief.

Gretel scoffed, and told him, “It’s not poison, you mutant. Some creatures are merely too weak to handle the truth. And it seems we have encroached upon the limit of your strength, Glugubrius.”

Glugubrius, in a fury, grabbed Gretel by her goblin head and squeezed her skull — her eyeball popped out of the socket before the beast tossed her into the open flames. She screamed as she hit the embers of the campfire. Glugubrius grabbed her leg, swung her in the air, and dashed her against the rocks. 

His rage only grew. He turned to the rest of the cohort. Grizzle jumped to attack Glugubrius—but he broke Grizzle’s arms with ease. Thlothus ran and was gone. Glugubrius grabbed Goblidigo, bit off his head, and spat it out. He roared loudly, echoing throughout the forest, so loud that the legionaries were alerted. Glugubrius then smashed Thive into a mangled mess on the forest floor. The remaining goblins dispersed in every direction while projectile vomiting as Glugubrius roared in agony. The collective actions fragmented the community and all that was good in the goblin world was now deemed damnable. Yet Patapius prayed from the tower so far away, knowing his words would be drowned by the goblin’s unstable mind.