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You try your best to calm yourself as panic begins to grip you. After all, worst comes to worst, you can always turn this little green woman into a book again. You've got the upper hand here, and you're holding all the cards. Racking your brain, you try to remember everything you learned about goblins back in high school.

The first thing that comes to mind is the fact that goblins are dangerous, obviously. They're deceptively strong for their size, like many smaller magical humanoids, but their real danger is when an entire social group of them works together. Speaking of, you know that the government classifies them as "Arcanic Humanoids", which simply means they're sapient people, created by magic, who have a human-like body shape. You're pretty sure they don't reproduce like most humanoids, but are born into being by large confluxes of wild, untamed magical energy. In Ye Olden Times, morally compromised wizards were known to actively cultivate goblins for use as lackeys and foot soldiers, which of course is super illegal in the modern day for so many reasons. Like many magic-adjacent persons, they can learn to use and shape magic, but unlike a human such as yourself, they don't have an innate Sorcery. And lastly, but easily most importantly, goblins have an intrinsic hatred of non-goblin sapients and domesticated animals, and have a long history of setting up traps and "pranks" with the intent to cause significant harm.

So while this goblin is unlikely to maim you like the hippogriff might have, she very well can make your life a living hell. The only saving grace here is that there's only one of her.

Unfortunately, your train of thought is derailed when you realize she's starting to move. With a groan, she puts one arm under her and pushes herself onto her side, then rises into a sitting position. She's facing your little familiar Latte, who is raised up on her hind legs, still watching the goblin intently. Her unruly mess of curly red hair is blocks her face from view at first, but as she turns her head to look at you, what you see is quite surprising.

First off, you know that goblins are supposed to be pretty damn ugly. As far as anyone is concerned, they're a bunch of snarling little green bastards. Luckily, this girl does not fit that description at all. Her features are sharp and angular, especially her rather prominent nose, but her skin looks smooth and youthful. Her wild bright red hair, unruly and curled to all hell, explodes out from her head in nearly every direction, though a long pair of pointed ears, long enough to reach her shoulders in width, poke out of the mess. Her face is dotted with dark green freckles, and with a look of surprise and curiosity in her large purple eyes, she's smiling at you. Her grin reveals a set of immaculate pearly white teeth, though her upper and lower canine teeth are elongated and pointed, nesting into each other on both sides of her mouth.

There's no other way to put it. She's goddamn adorable.

"Hey, is this your rat?" she asks you in an odd voice. You can't quite put your finger on it, but her pronunciation is all weird.

"Uh, yeah, I guess she is," you answer honestly, too shocked to say anything else.

"Can I pick her up?"

"Sure, I guess?"

She gives a little squeak of joy, and reaches out to pick up Latte. Latte, to your surprise, seems totally fine with being held by a strange girl you just created, and gives a little squeak as she practically jumps into the goblin's hands. She holds the little white rat close to her chest as she pets it, occasionally saying cutesy little things to Latte, and goddamnit this is cute but something is definitely wrong here.

You give the girl a once over with your eyes, trying to ascertain anything about the goblin in front of you. Her light brown sundress, the color of aged paper, is the only thing on her that in any way resembles a book. Her body is... well, it's certainly female, you can say that at least. She's not the bustiest girl you've ever seen, but her chest can in no way be called small, her sundress just barely managing to keep the swells of her impressive freckled breasts under wraps. Each is probably a little more than a handful for your hands, and considering she's like four feet tall, they look practically massive on her. Contrasting that is her waist, which is just tiny. The sundress does it's best to cling to her wasp thin midsection, looking like it was perfectly tailored to her body... which now that you think about it, seeing as it was conjured by magic, it technically was.

Wait, why the fuck did your Sorcery give her clothes at all?

Well, it's not a question you can have answered now, because she's risen to a standing position with Latte perched on her shoulder, and she's looking at you with that smile again.

"I'm sorry, that was rude of me! Here I am playing with your rat, and I haven't even gotten your name!" she says, again in that voice. Now that you've heard a longer sentence out of her, you realize that it's actually just an accent. Yeah, she doesn't sound Californian at all. She sounds vaguely British, or maybe... Australian?

Why is your goblin Australian?

To be fair to her, you have a lot of questions to be answered at the moment. On top of her clothes, there are things such as, "Why can your goblin speak english at all?" "Why is she so cute?" "Why does Latte seem to trust her implicitly?" But most importantly, of course, is "WHY IS YOUR GOBLIN AUSTRALIAN?"

Oh shit, she's still waiting for an answer.

"Oh, no! Don't worry about it," you say, trying to be polite. "It's fine. Uh, I'm Elias."

"Nice to meet you Elias," she says with a small curtsey. "I'm sorry, but I don't have a name yet, so you can go ahead and choose one for me!"

Uh, what the fuck? You can choose one for her?

"What do you mean, I can choose one for you?" you ask her, now bewildered.

"Well, you're my Master, so you get to name me. I hope you choose something fun!" she says, though Master comes out with the "a" more like an "eh". Seriously though, why is you goblin Australian?

"Wait, hold up," you say, holding a hand out. "Who said I was anybody's master?"

"Well, I suppose you did, Master Elias. You know, when you made me with your magic?"

"Wait, no," you say, backpedaling out of this conversation as fast as possible. "I didn't mean to create anybody! I was just practicing my Sorcery, and you appeared!"

And that's when your heart breaks. You can see all the joy and smile drain from the goblin's face, and her big pointed ears droop downward as she starts wringing her hands. "You mean you... you don't want me?" she says, as she looks up at you with tears welling in her bright purple eyes.