“Carelan trees and Lagan mushrooms… there is a goblin village near here, let’s go and report it immediately.”

Goblins, they… are arguably the weakest monsters in history. Well, of course, other than slimes, but who really cares about them? A Goblin lives in the forest, it has a small structure, an ugly face, a scrawny body, and most importantly, a really short lifespan.

“Grrrr!”

They live in groups inside the forest. Making homes through robbed clothing and wooden walls stretched a few inches higher than their body, it is composed of twigs and logs arranged unevenly. Goblins aren’t the smartest, but they are given the basics of living.

“Oh shit! I think there are goblins around…”

Those basics are to eat, have a shelter, and breed. Goblins, for the most part, eat anything they see, from leaves to worms, to humans and even… themselves. Cannibalism was the norm for goblins when there was no food, it was normal to eat the old. They were gonna die soon, so there was no point in living anymore.

“You think!”

That was why the next two basics for goblins were shelter and breeding. Making homes wasn’t a Goblin's specialty, but through evolutionary needs, to protect themselves against rabid monsters, Goblins developed the ability to build homes.

“Just go kill it!”

It sucked though, but because the world wasn’t going to be that unfair to such adorable creatures, evolutions existed. Through the evolution of goblins, they got smarter, it were able to build bigger homes and villages just through common sense that it was able to build. But of course, there was a downside to this… even if a goblin evolves into a smarter species, one problem still prevailed, it was gonna die soon and it couldn’t pass its lineage.

“Okay, be right back. It’s probably only a small patrol.”

This brings us to the goblin's third basic, the thing goblins are especially known for, kidnapping female humans and fucking them. Goblins have very short lifespans. Their entire life just lasts for an entire month. No more and no less. They start from a baby and grow into a kid in just a day, then days more and they grow old and die of old age. But barely any dies from old age, as they well, just die from other causes.

“Well, it’s done, let’s go.”

Goblins also can’t breed with each other. Which was the sole reason they even kidnapped humans in the first place. So let’s not blame them. They may be ugly and scum, but they are just trying their best to live in this world.

“Hope it’s not another war.”

But that didn’t mean that their species were going extinct, let’s not underestimate one of nature's most perverted creatures. Female Goblins lack the nutrients or size to handle their fertile babies. Just like many amphibians, Goblins were of the same type. Their species are born not alone but as a batch digging themselves out of a human’s stomach. It’s a gruesome scene, but yet it was rather a beautiful birth befitting their nature.

“I do wish it isn’t. But what can we do when we live in such a place known as…”

So, as a species that is nowhere near extinction, their kind was rather brimming around the world. Such a particular world could be categorized as part of “Fantasy” offspring, but such a thing does not. This world is just its own… a world infested by Goblins, a world of constant war… it was like that one story people deem too gorry, but don’t worry, this one just takes inspiration.

“Prasno Plasma.”

Humans and Goblins were the leading force in this world. One was a species brimming with intelligence and the other was conquering with pure numbers. In such a common trope of a story, this one is set in that one most common type… the “We should be peaceful with one another” type.

Goblins reside in forests in the form of villages or huts, none could be at such a level to make a country though. Goblins scatter around the world just surviving on their own with the process of unintentionally tormenting humanity. So like I said, don’t hate such pitiful creatures, they are just trying their best to survive.

“So… do you understand me now?” Said a man kneeling down between his door with his hands behind his head and his eyes staring at the wooden floor.

“Trying their best to survive bullshit! Dr. Satchel, if we see you with another goblin lying inside your house you are going to prison. Thank the mayor for letting you go once again. But this is the last warning!” The man yelled. He was wearing a strapped leather jacket, black pants, leather shoes, and a sheathed sword at his waist.

He turned his back and waved his partner away from the door. The two left and Morris stood up from the floor. “Racist.” He slammed the door and walked to the corner of the room. He raised his hands up and opened a secret cabinet filled with white lab coats. Morris took one and stomped his feet on the corner floor.

A square-shaped hole opened and Morris jumped in. He dropped just a few meters down to his basement. He held on to a rope and pulled his arm down; closing the hole above. “Now, where were we on the studying, Goby.” He smiled staring at the goblin sitting on a wooden chair covered with textbooks on a wooden desk.

“Must I really study this much Dad?” Goby replied as his head peaked a little beyond the stack of books.

“Such a silly question Goby. You are the most intelligent of your kind so you must know…” His face turned dark as he walked to the stack of books. “You are the bright future of this world!” He swept the books off the desk, revealing an ugly small green creature. It had a long nose, unevenly stretched eyes, a crooked mouth, chipped teeth, bone-like arms, broken glasses above its eyes, and a giant eye bag on its left eye.

“Once you show those stupid, arrogant, imbecile, lowly, shit pieces, dog shit, bastard, dumb humans how smart you are they will be shocked!” Morris yelled at the top of his lungs. Goby panicked about the books thrown to the floor.

“But you’re on-”

“So how was your progress?!” Morris asked. Goby bent his body as he slowly picked up dozens of books on the floor. “Could you be even messier Goby, you are such a clutz! But don’t worry! Your intelligence is already a blessing from God!” Morris waved his hands, shoving more books to the floor. “So what do you want? Water, coffee, juice? Ehh, I’ll just make them all.” Morris walked passed Goby, tip-toeing from the scattered books, and a Goblin piteously picking the books.

Goby… he was the blessing and curse of the goblin race. It was a miracle that no one would ever expect. A Goblin that was unlike its peers, was brimming with so much intelligence that it could rival a human scholar. It truly was a remarkable gift. But that gift wasn’t really of graceful origin.

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“Dinners ready! Come on now Goby!” Morris yelled joyfully with food in his mouth. “You can’t be wasting my time sweetie!” Morris handed Goby a bread straight to his mouth. Goby munched on the bread as he took a seat on a 3 legged wooden chair.

The two ate peacefully while Morris smiled with his whole heart watching Goby eat his bread stuck to his mouth. “You almost finished! Thank God you are so energetic Goby! Put that to your studies okay!” Morris had his arms crossed, pinching his skin, with eyes squinted and his smile stretched far.

“You want water Goby?” He asked just as Goby finished his bread. He nodded to answer and Morris picked up the glass of water among the many glass cups filled with different colored liquids. Morris threw the water to Goby’s face and punched his left eye. He stood up from the chair and headed in the direction of the entrance, “Make sure to study well okay! I have to meet the mayor today!” Morris climbed up a secret ladder.

At the table, launched at the floor, with a chair that turned human, Goby slowly pushed himself up covered in water and with two black eyes; barely able to see. “Silly dad… how can I study now that I can’t see well in both eyes? Hahaha.”

***

“Mayory! How you been!” Morris came busting the door open with a kick. “How many times have I told you to not destroy my doors every time.” Said a man sitting on a fur couch. Morris looked at the man with a smile as he jumped over an adjacent couch and sat.

“Now, you see, I am so sorry about that goblin incident! Will never happen again! I’ve given him a good punishment!” Morris explained to the mayor. The man sighed and ran his hand across his face. As it fell to his lap and crossed with the other, “Why can’t you just kill that Goblin? I told you many times, you don’t have to take care of one.” The man argued.

“I told you already! He is such a smart goober! He is the future of the world! He is already so much smarter than me! He may even become a mage! I mean I never tried! But there is just so much time!” Morris yelled with his arms in tune. With such an extravagant presentation he took a few breathes to regain his energy.

The man sighed as he disagreed with his head turning. “And I told you… who cares? So what if it’s a smart goblin? Just kill it! It won’t help the Goblins, they won’t care and it certainly won’t help the humans, they’ll feel inferior and just hate the Goblins more. There is no win-win here Morris.” The man grunted, scratching his legs and head.

“That’s the point!” Morris stood up and looked at the outside window. “Humanity! No! The world! Will know… who is far superior!” Morris walked to the window. “The green beauty, that magnificent power, that libido, that essence… Goblins…” Morris looked back at the man. “Are the superior species.” He said in a serious and sharp tone, but then slowly gasping and turning to a smile once more.

“I seriously do not know what you have gone through the past 5 years I haven’t seen you.” The man released his stress onto the couch and laid back. “You were once such a charming guy, then just a week ago when you came back holding a baby goblin with a smile on your face and uttering “Goblins are the best!” over and over again like a horny woman getting fucked.” The man continued.

“Well, so am I free from any charges!?” Morris asked. “Yes… of course you’re free of any charges… but.” With the last sigh slowly coming from his mouth. The man stood up and snapped his fingers. “I ain’t letting you go until I learn what has happened this last 5 years… and who that goblin really is.”

***

Sat on a wooden chair, it held a book filled with puddles of black moles. With mumbles of gibberish circulating the room, in sync with the sound of folding paper… Goby cried with a smile on his face.

He was filled with happiness, a mind stripped of realism and common sense, Goby wept like it was a normal thing. “Could this water just stop coming from my eyes? Being a goblin is so weird.” Goby remarked.

Goby’s daily routine was simple. The start of the day is when he wakes up from his wooden bed and immediately heads to his study desk. His room lay a few steps away from his desk, it was a small room that had enough space just to stand and the rest was for the bed.

After studying for the time being, Goby’s father then drops down from above and cooks him food. Sometimes his father would ask him for what he would like and sometimes he just punches Goby cause he did something wrong.

For example, just recently, Goby was curious about the outside world he had been reading about. The world that his father always dropped down from, and due to this, Goby found his way outside. But sadly his expectations of the outside world weren’t as friendly as his father had told him.

Of course, everything was his fault for being negligent about the books he had already read. He should have known better that Goblins and Humans don’t get along. That’s why his father is such a great person.

After eating his morning breakfast, Goby goes back to studying. That was just his routine, his father then went up to aid his things before he came back again two more times for lunch and dinner.

His father had never missed the schedule, it was so tight that for the whole week, Goby had been alive, his father never missed the precise timing he always came down for. Goby was getting hungry, but despite the growls of his stomach, he was reluctant, he didn’t want to do something that would upset his father again.

Goby waited for a few more minutes and tried to go up again. He may have been punished for doing such a thing, but he is a child, he might just be in his rebellious state.

Coming up to ground zero of the house, Goby didn’t dare to go out, at least that he knew. He started to look for food in multiple drawers, but he didn’t find anything. Having no results on searching on the first floor, Goby went up to his father’s bedroom for any off chance of finding any edible food.

Goby heard a small noise running straight at him. It was a small cockroach and smashed it. “Food?” Goby asked, he thought about the edible things he had learned, but as a goblin, he knew that he could eat anything and it wouldn’t really harm him at all.

After eating the cockroach, Goby started to search the drawers of his father's room, even going as far as to reach under his bed. At that moment Goby was able to touch something he was familiar with. “A book?” Having held books for the entirety of his life, Goby knows instinctively what a book is.

Goby pulled the book out under the bed. It was slightly filled with webs, but it wasn’t that dirty, it hadn’t been under the bed for too long, and that was a simple deduction. “Diary…” Goby read. “Ahh! Uhhh! Am I allowed to have this? Is this my father’s diary?!” Goby panicked looking around him, scared that everything had been a trick of his father.

“Well… I am quite curious about father’s life!” Goby had been abused by his father many times, but as a newborn, the word “abuse.” never really appeared in his vocabulary. Instead of being scared of such a man, Goby admired his belief in the Goblins and his strong emotions towards Goblin supremacy.

“Well… it wouldn’t hurt reading it… uhh…” Goby couldn’t back out anymore. He had already touched the book, he might as well just read it. He opened the first page, and he was presented with the most obscure story in history and nothing… will ever be more horrifying.

***

Multiple men came rushing in from the hall. They all gathered around Morris and tackled him down; tied him to a chair and surrounded him with 5 men. “You will not get out of here Morris, until you tell me why you have become so! Addicted to goblins! Tell me, Morris! What the fuck happened to my best friend!” The man yelled.

“Let me go, Aris! Nothing happened! Nothing! Nothing! Nothing!” Morris's body started to shake and blood bursted out of old wounds for unknown reasons. “Nothing! Goblins… are just the best! That!” Morris’s body shook till the chair dropped to the ground; being caught by the men surrounding him.

“I was! I was! I just wanted! Goblins!” Morris repeated the same word over and over again. Aris was lost in hope as Morris slowly went insane, but he wouldn’t give up, it was his friend… he would always be his friend.