So, I'm a witch, so what?

"Can I have some water? Is anyone out there? I'm bored. Come on, anyone hear me?" I let out my voice as loud I can for a while, but I get little to no response, instantly, letting me know I'm wasting my damn time trying to get out of this hole with superficial small talk.

I guess I'll just have to wait for anything new to develop, as I do not have much to go off of. I mean, I know I've got people who've never liked me, but who would be such an ass actually to report me to the church authorities? Come on, man, that's messed up.

Yet, I can't help but feel strange. Why is it that made me human before I became a goblin anyway? Right? I mean, why are we not considered people when we can think and also have somewhat of a civilized society? What makes us not humans? I don't know.

Now that I have time to think about it. Why did I even become a goblin? I know I said I wouldn't question this point anymore, but seriously, why am I a monster in a fantasy land? Out of all the options, did the gods running this world really think a goblin would suit me best? I guess so.

The sound of rustling keys and chainmail soon brings me back to my senses and breaks my train of thought with the appearance of someone I knew all too well. Why the hell would the baker be here anyway? What I thought at first, but then I figured out why when I heard him talk.

"Is that the monster that said they could craft you a pair of impossible scissors?" One mighty-looking guard asked the baker, who immediately nodded without missing a heartbeat. I mean, I know he doesn't owe me anything, but geez, he just sold me out like that?

"Yeah, that's the one. He said he could make this impossible material workable! He's not normal, but you must do something!" Hey! What do you mean I'm not normal? How would you even know what a normal, talking, friendly goblin would be like if it weren't for me?

"The other also say he seems to be quite smart for a goblin. Would you say this is also correct?" The guard asks the baker, who also nods along at this question, confirming one of my theories. People find me weird for being able to talk and think like a regular person, then? Is that it? No, that cannot be it, right?

The baker soon left the room after sharing all the details he knew about me with the authorities, and then more people kept showing up one by one. The pattern of people was all too similar. Only those with whom I tended to speak the most showed up, including Lyn.

"So he's also showing signs of sexual drive toward human women, is that correct?" The same guard as before asks Miss Lyn, who seems hesitant to answer at first, but she eventually also spills the tea to the authorities, clearly uncomfortable and against her will.

"Yeah, he has let me save some money with some small seductive mind games before." Lyn tried her best not to be as bold as the baker, but the guard just repeated her answer in the most incriminating way he could make it sound.

"So what you're saying is that this monster is deeply attracted to human women. Would that be correct, mam?" Miss Lyn can't even look at me anymore as she nods along with the guard, who presses her further to learn more details she might know about me.

Honestly, if I had only seen the baker testifying against me, I would've thought he was the one responsible, but Lyn's expressions and mannerisms let me know they were all under some sort of "threat." The list of people was a bit long as almost everyone in town apparently held an opinion about me, even people I had never seen before!

"So this is the shady-looking dude you mentioned to the guards before?" "Yeah, that's the one! I'm glad you guys are finally doing something about it. He shouldn't be here." I heard these lines a bit one too many times over and over again, all ending with the same one-liner: "he shouldn't be here."

So apparently, my father used his likeness and influence to get me access to town against the will of many people because he was liked by most folk. I see how it is now, so most people in the city didn't actually like me. They just smiled and waved at me because my father said so. Talk about lies.

All these past months, I've been living with them and interacting with many of them being treated fairly, but most people were simply faking it. Why not say it to my fucking face, uh? Why did you have to go behind my back and get me imprisoned like some sort of freak?

Ugh, who am I to talk? I was highly passive-aggressive in my past life. I'm sure I would've done the same as those people did. I just hoped people didn't lie to me like this, you know? If you all don't like me, then that's fine; just don't let me into the city anymore! I would've been happy living on the farm!

There was no need to get the authorities involved in this, mainly because I don't know what will happen to Alice and Father now! I cannot bear to imagine what these people will do to both of them, but I doubt they're going to let them go that easily.