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Just A Corny 80's Movie
L A B Y R I N T H
Isn't it?
An ivory owl perched itself onto a thick branch, upon a very large oak tree in the vicinity of an impressively large school. The doors swung open as a disorderly horde of students escaped the calm of the quiet and into the world outside. In the flurry of activity, mismatched eyes fixated on none other than a girl in the crowd, a peculiar one.
She seemed particularly pleased at the few notes she kept thumbing over, unaware of the darling animal that watched over her so intently. Her enthusiasm was hard to lessen as this was her last year in high school. This opportunity that her eccentric drama teacher had presented to her had delighted her to no end. Yes, it was a small part, but an important role nevertheless!
She finally had enough reputation to hitch a secondary lead role in her school’s popularized play, and this year, it was The Little Mermaid. She made it as Ursula, a malicious sea witch who tricks Ariel into a twisted game. Perhaps she was not as thick as she needed to be for the part, but it was the voice that managed to earn her the part.
On the way home, she was reminded of her parents’ absence, as she browsed through her tidy schedule. “Coffee’s going to do this! Yes!” She cried dutifully, passion lacing her words. She tucked her belongings into her backpack and continued her small journey home.
She made it within 20 minutes.
Not bad.
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Coffee couldn’t remember what came next. But instead of practicing uselessly, she decided that maybe she’d take a rest from recital. She pranced down the stairs and into the kitchen, prepared the raid the fridge like the typical teen would. She had quite an appetite, but not so big as to eat last night’s leftovers, yesterday’s pudding or even the spaghetti trapped within a container. The only thing that caught her eye was a fat, creamy cheesecake, beckoning her to it.
“No, I must resist!” She cried, looking away. “I’m not worthy of your deliciousness!”
The cake seemed to stare back at her.
“It’s forbidden love, I say!” She excused. “I can’t be selfish and devour you with my teethy caress!”
The poor sweet thing did not last long.
They shared a heated romance that involved chewing and swallowing. All that was left was a mourning plate and a weeping spoon.
She made her way to the modest-sized living room to browse her collection of movies.
It was a difficult decision to make what with the amazing film assortment ranging from Steven Spielberg to Tim Burton. It was quite extensive since her father, when not working, enjoyed being a couch potato or just a critic.
“There you are! Oh, YES!” She cried, taking the tape from out of its box and into the VCR.
She plopped onto the couch, smiling lopsidedly as the credits rolled down the screen for her to read. She sighed at Sarah’s reaction to her stepparents’ scolding. It really gave teenagers a bad image, seriously. But she had to admit, the girl was rather gorgeous—no wonder The Goblin King fell in love with her.
Just the thought of the ever delicious David Bowie made her flutter her curly lashes. She tilted her head to the side and sighed. “Mmm, I wish he’d take me away right now.” She mused playfully. “Well, just what would you ask him, Coffee?” She asked to herself, flashing a thoughtful look. “Hair? Of course! I mean, how on earth can it stay like that? A wig, maybe?” She questioned. “Hence the giant hair, I hereby title him ‘Sir Poofy’.” She declared randomly.
She did not realize how far into the movie she'd gotten until she saw the dashing villain point his gloved hand at the golden ticking clock floating over the bloodshot horizon, near a dead tree.
Gray claws scratched against her window, getting her attention as soon as she had heard it. The scraping got louder the nearer she went. "Gee, you sure seem desperate if you're coming by, huh?" She cooed.
The owl ruffled its silvery feathers and basked itself in the light of the stunning glow. Coffee stepped back, fearfully. Luminescent sparks shimmered around its form before a brilliant, sudden flash of light swept it out of existence. She blinked at what she thought to be a psychotic break. "From this day forth, I will stop drinking Coca-Cola for as long as I live. Coca-Cola is bad. Very, very bad."
A figure sat on her bed calmly, one leg crossed over the other. His leather-gloved hands drummed the table nearby, partially covered by what looked like black armor all over his thin body. He tilted his head, his mane of golden-blonde hair falling all over his face. He smiled at her menacingly and stared with one blue eye and one brown.
“Wow, the psychiatrist lady was right when she said my imagination would take me so far as to create unnecessary delusions of grandeur!” She exclaimed, cupping his high-cheeked face into her soft hands. “So real looking…” She murmured.
He lowered her hands. “I’m very much real.” He said nonchalantly, throwing his head back for a hearty laugh, which frightened her to a large degree.
“You are so not real!” She cried.
“If I were part of your imagination, I’d say it to be astounding.” He commented.
“Um, look, imaginary friend…I’m old now.” She started, “Go away.”
“Did you not wish yourself away to my Labyrinth?” He asked.
“It wa-s-s-s an innocent-t-t-t joke.” She stuttered nervously, toying with her tie.
”Tsk, tsk.” He said. “You must learn to not say such things lightly.”
She blinked.
Jareth smiled, appearing next to her, holding a glass object. “I could give you power beyond your wildest dreams . . . the ability to control my Labyrinth, create and destroy as you please . . . and be my queen."
Her expression was unchanging.
“No thanks, mate.” She said, walking off gingerly.
“I believe you have no choice, foolish girl.” He grabbed her wrist.
"I believe you have no choice, foolish girl." She mocked girlishly, wiggling her hips while waving her hands somewhat aimlessly.
He rose a thick eyebrow. Amused he was.
"You're listening? GREAT! So to make this fair--let me solve the Labyrinth." She suggested from out of the blue. "Like you did with Sarah!" She cried.
"I admire your child-like charm, but you need more than mere hope to solve my Labyrinth. You see, it has grown, changed. Things never stay the same, and the same things never stay. It is a dangerous world--a very, very dangerous world." He said, his voice soft as a flute. "Mother dearest won't be there to nurture you if you ever get cut up by the madgibber or the twittersnatch..." He loomed over her, stiking fear into her heart.
"Better the madgibber than you." She said wide-eyed.
"Fine. If you fail to solve my Labyrinth, you will commit yourself to me for all eternity. No ifs, ands, or buts." He said, smiling innocently.
She wasn't sure if she wanted any part.
"Yes, but I'll be getting home in no time, you slimy git." She said, giving a false smile.
He chuckled. "I'm charmed. You will make an interesting queen. " He said. "With oddness comes a great imagination, hmm?"
“Mom, there is a man in the living room who thinks he’s Jareth and looks like David Bowie!” She cried, struggling. She dug her nails into his gloved hand, whimpering at the pressure he added. After thrashing about like a wild animal, she fainted.
He released her.
You have fourteen hours to solve my Labyrinth, dear girl!
Wake up soon! The time is ticking! Time waits for no one, you know!
Her world shifted into the Labyrinth.
Hopefully this was all just a bad dream.
After this, she would no longer fawn over fictional men, and no longer call herself a "fangirl" of anyone or anything.
Stupid fangirlism got her into this mess.
No matter how immature the notion seemed.
XD
Guess not.
Blurbs| Well, well, I made my first Labyrinth-oriented fic.
Hey, the plot may look typical, but don't be fooled.
If you're worrying over a Mary-sueish character--don't be.
She isn't as Mary-Sueish as she seems in this first chapter.
Coffee Briggs is imperfection at its best...just get to know her through the the story, and maybe you may just get inspired on just how flaws make a person so unique.
I never specified her appearance in this chapter...huh, dork alert!
She has a petite frame, oval face, big black eyes, small nose, thick pink lips, has a pixie haircut with black piecey bangs that cover just a bit above her thick dark eyebrows.
You could say she looks like a young Audrey Hepburn.
That in itself was an accident as I was making the character.
Genre:
This story is actually suposed to be humorous.
There won't be too much drama, that I promise.
