Grace Saunders
10-13-2024, 10:15 PM
Lady George sat at the edge of her velvet sofa, her eyes fixed on the flickering embers in the fireplace. The room was dimly lit, the only other light source the moon casting a soft, eerie glow through the dusty windows. Her thoughts were as scattered as the ash on the cold, stone floor. She picked up a small, ornate box from the side table, feeling its cold metal edges with her slender fingers. Inside lay her most precious possession—a locket containing the last vestige of her mother's essence. The woman who had given her life and, with it, the burden of her legacy.
With a sigh, she looked up as Peter Poos, the snot goblin, shuffled into the room. His bulbous eyes squinted with excitement, a string of mucus dangling from his bulbous nose to his chin like a slimy necklace. Despite his grotesque appearance, Lady George had grown quite fond of the little creature. He had proven to be an invaluable helper in her quest, navigating the murky waters of the castle's secret passages and providing her with much needed humor amidst the gravity of their situation.
"What is it, Peter?" she asked wearily, setting the locket back down.
"We need to find the lost vagina," Peter Poos announced with the gravity of a royal decree. His nasal voice echoed in the vastness of the room, the words hanging in the air like a particularly ripe fart.
With a sigh, she looked up as Peter Poos, the snot goblin, shuffled into the room. His bulbous eyes squinted with excitement, a string of mucus dangling from his bulbous nose to his chin like a slimy necklace. Despite his grotesque appearance, Lady George had grown quite fond of the little creature. He had proven to be an invaluable helper in her quest, navigating the murky waters of the castle's secret passages and providing her with much needed humor amidst the gravity of their situation.
"What is it, Peter?" she asked wearily, setting the locket back down.
"We need to find the lost vagina," Peter Poos announced with the gravity of a royal decree. His nasal voice echoed in the vastness of the room, the words hanging in the air like a particularly ripe fart.