Once upon a cursed king

Untitled Part 7

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Jareth woke up feeling no more worse for wear than what was normal after a gig down the Rabbit Hole. Hearing Rivers' snoring on the couch, he decided to use his small en suite instead of the main bathroom. Staggering into the bathroom, he looked up at the mirror; still half asleep he stared in disbelief at what was meant to be his reflection. He looked closely at the strange image that looked like him in so many ways but was completely different. His eyebrows angled upwards lined with what looked like make-up, his hair looked like some wanna-be rock star sticking up with a life of its own. He opened his mouth in a gasp only to see viciously sharp teeth. Turning on the tap, he splashed his face with freezing cold water; he slowly looked back up at the mirror fearful that he would see the same image again. Jareth glanced out of the corner of his eye only to see absolutely nothing out of the ordinary. His normal reflection stared back at him stupidly. He shook his head at his stupidity.

"I must have drunk a hell of a lot more than I thought," he muttered to himself.

Jareth stepped away from the mirror and into the shower, sighing as the powerful jet of steaming hot water began to relax his tense body. As the water cascaded down his back he thought about the strange woman that threw herself at him last night. Now Jareth was no stranger to enthusiastic woman clamoring for his attention which he kindly gave them, no, there was something different about this one. The thought of her left him with an overwhelming feeling that he had forgotten something important.

He walked back into his room and stopped dead. His room had been trashed, his clothes were strewn all over the room, his curtains were ripped and hung half torn off the pole, his bedside table had been toppled over and the lamp lay smashed beside it.

"What the hell happened in here? How on earth didn't I hear it?" Jareth spoke angrily.

"Tolds you, yous make him angry," a voice whispered.

"Who's there?" Jareth demanded.

"Shhh we nots meant to be found."

"Queeny be mad if she found out," another voice added.

"I'm warning you now you, if you don't show yourself, when I find you you'll wish you'd never step foot into my apartment," Jareth threatened.

"Uh oh, yous in trouble! Yous really made kingy angry now," taunted the first voice.

"No I ain't! Yous did it, not me."

"Will you shut it, the pair of you! The Queen says he don'ts remember who he is nos more," a third voice interjected.

"Oh, does that mean he no remember abouts goblins?" Asked Fiez.

"Goblins? What the heck is this some kind of prank?" Jareth said furiously.

The goblins, sensing that their queen was calling them, hurried out from under the bed, jumping up onto the dressing table and through the mirror. The last goblin stood by the mirror that was showing a blurred image of a gigantic maze, watching a gob smacked Jareth as he stood frozen in place by the sight of the odd creatures.

"Don't worry kingy, peach lady help you remember, bye bye." The Goblin hurried through the mirror as Jareth broke from his trance and flung himself at the creature.

"Shit!" He swore loudly as he crashed into his now solid mirror.

Hearing Jareth's loud shout of pain, Rivers burst into the room clutching his head.