In front of me was a grand castle. My mouth hung open as I gawked up at it. When I took the job, I expected at least a mansion those humans tend to live in for that kind of pay, but this was too much. Was I supposed to clean the castle alone?
Just as I was considering running away, a robed skeleton appeared in front of me.
"Welcome! Welcome!" The bone man said, rubbing his bony palms. "Ah, so a goblin took the job... That's alright I guess. I'm sure you must be excited about the job, so let's get started right away, shall we?"
"Wait, do I have to clean the whole castle?" I asked, scratching my head.
"What?! Of course not! Are you crazy?! We're not slave drivers, you know? You'll only be cleaning the hallways and a few rooms, that's all!"
"I see, shame."
If talking bones wanted me to clean the entire castle, I could've negotiated for better money. Oh well, a job is a job.
"Okay! I'm ready!"
"Good! Good! You're not prone to motion sickness are you?"
"Mosion?"
"...Nevermind."
A bright circle thingy appeared under the both of us. A powerful wind blew upward as the light swallowed me.
When I opened my eyes, I was in a long hallway. The floor was made of cobblestone with doors and turns along the way. The walls were also cobblestone, but they were... red?
"Now then, your first task is to clean out the red 'paint' on the walls and floors."
"Paint?"
"Y-yeah! A group of people dropped buckets of paint, and it splattered everywhere! Clumsy fools! Don’t mind the rotting smell... or the chunks of meat on the wall. Someone probably spilled their spaghetti and meatballs too."
I blinked, not understanding a single word he said. I only caught "meatball." Did that mean I could eat the chunks off the walls?
"Uhh, yeah, sure," I said, my stomach rumbling.
"Good, here." Walking rag of bones man summoned a bucket full of water and a stick with some sort of cloth on the end of it. He handed me both of them as he peaced out. "See ya!"
"See ya," I mumbled, eyeing the stick curiously. After I thought about it, I remembered seeing humans using these sorts of gadgets to scrub their houses. I'm a genius at remembering things! And so, I got to work.
The "paint" was sticky and hard to clean, but I kept at it, imagining the delicious meatballs I might find. After a while, I picked a chunk off the wall and sniffed it. It didn't smell like meatballs, but I popped it into my mouth anyway.
Bleh! Definitely not meatballs.
I spat it out and continued scrubbing the walls, maybe I'd find a better-tasting one down the hallway.
