[Morty]

Just when I thought I was done with writing anything here, an idea crossed my head, so I decided to try it.

A Bad Dream

Spoiler

Deep under the Nexus, in the vast network of caves making up the Underside Colony of goblins, one tiny goblin named Brinika was having a very bad dream.

In that dream, she was someone - something - else, but she didn't know who or what. But she was surrounded with other... people. Or things. Thousands and thousands of them. They looked almost like goblins, but they were bigger, wore scraps of leather and cloth, were hunched and had long, crooked claws. Their eyes were gleaming red and their teeth were bigger than any goblin's she'd ever met. They panted, scraped at the earth and snarled. To tell the truth, they looked a bit like orcs, a bit like hobgoblins and a bit like goblins, but not entirely like any of them. She looked down and saw the same claws on her own hands.

When she looked around, she saw that she and the horde of monsters were on a vast empty plain, surrounded with mountains. The ground was dry and dusty. The sky was the color of rust, with bright orange clouds speeding across it and no sun in sight. Winged monsters circled above. Around her and her... kinsmen were various other beasts, both great and small, but all terrifying. Massive lions with the heads of owls. Three-headed serpents. Six-legged, clawed behemoths made seemingly of wood. Why were they all there?

The answer appeared across the horizon. Ranks and ranks of giants, standing twenty feet tall each and clad from head to toe in armor of gleaming metal. They hefted massive axes and maces. A scream resonated above the monstrous horde, a scream that had no words but carried an irresistible command. Suddenly, everyone charged forward. The goblin-like monsters went first, flanked and followed by the more twisted beasts. The dragons that had been circling around the fae army swooped down on the giants, breating fire and wind and attacking with claws while also being knocked out of the sky by massive clubs and javelins. Brinika herself felt herself running forwards. There was no other option. No other consideration.

Once the walking monsters reached the giants, a carnage started. The giants were massively outnumbered but much stronger than any Fae. The goblin-like footsoldiers died in droves... but kept going. Even if fifty of them died to bring down one giant, it was a fair trade. Brinika felt that she was terrified of the giants and their weapons. But she kept going because something behind her was even more terrifying. Behind her was something that had to be obeyed and she was too horrified to even look back. So she ran forward.

The scene ended abruptly there, but before Brinika woke up she saw one more thing - a horribly grinning, motionless face with empty black eyes and curled ram-like horns... looking like a piece of rag draped over a piece of wood and with features clumsily drawn on it. Even though the eyes were just unmoving blotches of black, they seemed to stare at her accusingly. "You're all mine," they seemed to say.

That was when Brinika woke up shivering and sweating. She quickly ran to her parents' bedroom, but couldn't tell them anything except that she'd had a nightmare. They hugged her and comforted her, and eventually she went back to sleep. In the morning, she couldn't remember anything about the dream... only that it was really, really bad.

It's pretty short, because I felt that a spontaneous idea merited brevity.