The Gobby Chronicles

Chapter 1: The Awakening of Gobby

Gobby is overcome with a putrid terror as a wafting of clammy air reaches his nostrils. A quaint voice calls to him, ¨gobby gobster¨ the voice impily pesters. Gobby retires from his bed in a state of terror, ¨who so calls my name? Come forth wench!¨. A woman, shining brighter than the fucking afterglow of a gamma-ray burst, appears from behind his musty sock drawer.

He looks into her green, pulsating globes. They shine through his soul. Her eyes, he can see nothing other than her eyes as he is vanquished by these balls of emerald pigment. Like the rays of the steamy sun, her viridescent orbs emit the warmth of jalapeno pepper. Struck by her incandescence, Gobby recoils in bewilderment. As she glides across his room at a speed that can only be described as a blistering pace, Gobby's eyes follow her. The bright light shines through the moldy, crusty drapes of Gobby's apartment. The moldy stench tingling the ends of his nostril hairs as he walks past his disheveled carpet in her pursuit.

The feeling of strength took over his cold heart. ¨I am man¨ he whispers to himself. He extends his phalanges in the effort to brush the gleaming silhouette. As he stands erect with his arm protruding, the woman unbolts her jaw. Her mouth is crammed with grimy, rotten denticles. Gobby feels the floor gravitate towards his thick skull while strobes of light violently flare before him. He meets the ground with a thump as his body turns limp like a wet washcloth. The sensation of the cold humid ground that lays beneath him enelops his noodle like body as he is swept into the bitter abyss.