"Wat have they done here?" Crog exclaimed looking around.
Jareth shifts out of his owl form and says "They're building a torture device for children."
Tiq looks up alarmed.
Jareth looked over and smirked at the small army of goblins that he had selected for the job.
"Goblins, I think it's time for a little....dance...."
There is no time to waste
It's time to go play
With their hand made machines (Goblins: Hand.Made.Ma.Chines)
They've got slides to go down on
And lights to flash
So come on Goblins
I think it's time to dance
Oh It's time to dance
The goblins ran around pulling panels off of equipment, and began to use the poles as guitars and drum sticks.
Oh
They need to learn a little lesson
About playing with Nature's toys
Taking little smiles from the girls and the boys (Goblins: *Gasp* not the babies too?)
The land has stayed here obedient
For so long (Goblin: So long!)
So now rise up and give the workers something they can dwell on
As the music begins to do it's chorus, the land wriggles the leftover grass and wiggle away from the sharp objects.
The goblins take the yellow caution signs and sword fight each other.
The lights flash on and off as Jareth kicks the dirt from the top of the piles.
So let's dance
So let's dance
They need to learn their lesson
No more games and sweet attention
They'll all learn that I'm not this sweet savior now
I'm the Goblin King and they won't get a crown
There is no more chance to become Queen of this dance
No......
They'll learn their lesson (Goblins: No more chicks)
They'll all learn their lesson (Goblins: Goodbye hicks)
You'll learn your lesson (Crog: French lesson? Goblins: NO)
So run away or face the dance
Dance, dance, dance
Dance, dance, dance
Dance
Dance
Dance
Crog screamed as he flew into the air and landed by Jareth. A small flame goes up from the crane. "Good job Crog. We'll do more work tomorrow evening."
The land shakes back to it's original place, content to sleep some more.
No one will mess with Jareth's park. Not if he has something to say about it.
Which he does.
~*~
"I just don't understand how this happened!" Grimes complained to the boss. The boss sighed over the phone.
"Someone has to be responsible and the company didn't send faulty equipment Grimes."
Grimes sighs. "I'm the scapegoat huh?"
"No. Not yet. I'm giving you another chance. But after that? I'm sending someone else to do your job for you."
~*~
3 Months Later // 3rd person POV
~*~
A black car turns into the construction site. The construction workers nervously look over to it. "I heard Grimes was getting fired over this." Trevor mumbled to Kip.
The car stops and the back door opened. The man walked out with a sharp suit and a briefcase. A Supervisor. Not one like Grimes. But the Supervisors they send when you really fuck up.
The man walks over to where the Construction Workers sat at. Waiting to get their penance.
He had dull (s/c) as if he hadn't been outside for a while, intense (e/c) eyes, and probably the fury of 10,000 men.
He sets his case down quietly and takes out his files. Nobody dares to speak.
"3 months." He finally says looking up at the workers. "3 whole months and you still haven't gotten the piping and concrete layout. Why is that?"
"Who are you?" Kip asks.
The man smiles a little and says "Y/n L/n. Remember that name because I'm going to be haunting you for the next couple of months. Now tell me what have you been doing?"
"Well there's been goblins tearing apart the equipment! I saw them with my own eyes!" Trevor says.
"Then get your eyes checked...Trevor." Y/n says looking at his name tag. Trevor scowls.
"Is everyone going to tell me the same scary story of goblins wrecking the equipment? We don't have much time before the city drops your contract. Is that what you want? To become a low rent construction company? Or worse...fired?"
A chorus of no's go throughout the crowd.
Y/n takes a sharp breath.
"Here's what's going to happen. You're out of forgiveness. They've sent you new Equipment 3 times and it's all been sabotaged. I want you to find out who has been doing this so we can actually find a solution. We'll need cameras. And quit whimpering, you're grown adult men for (fucks/goodness) sakes."
"Y/n, we've seen 'em. We've seen the wee goblings that teeter around the place. They're just not human! They aren't children, or meddlesome teens, not even environmentalists! Goblins have fucked everything up."
Y/n looked around the land. "It could be the wildlife, it could be people undercover. But remember they're not paying you to argue. They're paying you to build. Now get to work. We'll call a meeting about this later. You know what you're supposed to be doing."
Y/n goes to the supervisors tent and looks at the plans. Maybe he had been too harsh on them, his tone definitely was a bit much.
But this situation was frustrating and they've tried the carrot. He was the bad cop. He's always been the bad cop, and bearer of bad news. He was used to people hating him.
He won't allow them to fall into failure.
Even if it means breaking them down first.
~*~
2nd person POV
~*~
Grimes went through the flaps of the see through tent.
"Y/n?" He asks over the sound.
"Hm." You respond looking through the log of damage. Whatever was wrecking the equipment was using teeth. You would not like to meet this thing in person.
"I found something yesterday, it looked like it fell out of the car. Thought it belonged to you."
Your eyes looked up to the book and you were alarmed.
The book, once a beautiful red, was now dirty and hurt. The spine was terrible, and the sewing was all over the place. At least the pages just had dirt on them. You needed to fix that. Yours or not, you're sure someone would be grateful that it at least will look in good condition.
"Thank you Grimes, set it on the table. I'll bring my tools in tomorrow. What's the process on the concrete mix?"
"Almost done."
You looked at the men working hard. You smile as Grimes leaves.
This is why you helped people with their work ethic. You were so proud of them for what they were doing.
But you didn't feel the stare of an owl behind you. And you wouldn't notice for a while yet...
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Not a Queen (Jareth x M! Reader)
FanfictionWhen you try and repair a book you had found at your work, you find there's more than loose pages and dirt wriggling around. Come on in to see how YOU handle Jareth, boys.
