The world was truly a beautiful place Moros could taste every colour and could see all these invisible friends in the air.
Like little fairies, they danced and pranced around the room. Playing pranks and covering everything in some shiny glitter.
It was very shiny.These new friends offered him the secrets of the universe, they told him all these stories about money. How he could swim in cash if he just listened to the sweet voices of the creatures before him.
Moros was always someone who liked to please people and he liked money.
Before his face, there was a goblin that looked like Malissa, Melissa, whatever her name was. She seemed innocent and sweet with those big childish eyes of hers. She looked at him with big, expecting eyes.
"Moros, if you are happy and you know it, clap your hands."
Her innocence took him back to the old days, those simple days that he cherished so much. His hands tugged hers and they both clapped their hands together to honour the past.
Such a beautiful moment, the past was touching on his heartstrings.
Looking down he wondered why he was holding onto two goblin arms, but the thought was quickly forgotten as yet another goblin talked to him.
This time a memory spoke to him, one that he cherished more than everything. He was seeing not a goblin head, but a monster core where its head used to be.
It was the first time he had earned something, the first time his Balla work had been rewarded by doing illegal business. Back then, he was offered a stone if the young master could beat him up…how could he have said no to this?
"Hug me," the monster core told him. "Hug me, like you did back then."
Moros' body fell atop the monster core and gave it the firmest, strongest hug. He wanted to feel the warmth from back then.
The goblin did receive all of this love and resembled a freshly pressed toothpaste tube after he was done. Moros really did feel the warmth of that day, right there.
Perhaps it was the warm blood on his face, or the hot innards that came out…but this core memory of his had made him the man he was today.
This trip down memory lane filled his heart with purest joy. These happy pills made him the happiest man.
Then he saw him, his imaginary childhood friend. Just a few metres away, on a cold metal table, there chilled his best buddy from those early Balla days. He had wondered where he went after his 10th birthday.
He had been here all the time.
Like long-lost lovers, Moros ran to his dearest buddy, jumped into the air and greeted his friend with all of his body weight.
"CLAREEENCE!!!! CLAAAAAREEEEENCE!!!!" Moros' scream of pure love fit well to the sounds of bones crunching and a rib cage breaking into a thousand pieces.
"Clarence, Clarence. You were always the silent type." Clarence did not answer, Moros' love had taken all its breath away.
"I love you, as a friend."
Looking down below, he did not see his friend Clarence, he saw a goblin that was crushed by the positive feelings that Moros held for his imaginary friend.
Clarence was gone, but Moros knew he would see him again. Best friends would never truly part forever.
Yet, from the distance a sight came back, a sight he had long forgotten about.
There it was, atop a table there was a cake with 8 candles on top of it. The cake looked really yummy, it was his favourite strawberry cake. His Mom had baked him this delicious treat.
That was before his brother…what was his name again? Before his brother became the successor of the Tortellini family.
The entire family sang for him…at this point, to his little heart, the world could never have been better. Walking to the cake with small steps, he grabbed a small piece of it and carefully took a small bite of it.
It was warmer and hairier than he remembered it, but the taste was still the best. He felt all the love of his family, with each bite he took.
At first, he started slowly, taking small bites, but this did not wait long. Just a few bites later, his head was submerged in the cake, eating it up like he was a starving man in an all-you-can-eat dinner.
This love, he had not known how long he had been missing these emotions.
He was gobbling the goblin until all the 'cake' was gone─with it, its entire torso.
They say the way to the heart of a human man was through his stomach and Moros felt really loved at this moment. The goblin had no love left to give
Yet, the magical journey brought to you by an overdose of happy pills led to an all too familiar sandy paradise. The distant beaches of a planet that was once overrun by orcs.
As a kid, Moros always adored the stories his father told him that all these orc bodies were grinded down and turned into the soft sands he was standing on. Made him all giddy, imagining these prideful creatures running through his fingers.
While his Mom and Dad disappeared into the distance to produce another younger brother for him.
Moros was left unsupervised and always liked to make big sand castles. He called it later home─a big castle, taller than even his father, taller than even the trees, whose top he could not even see.
Grabbed by his childish side, he grabbed a handful of this fine sand and piled it up. The sand resisted a bit, but with a bit of force, it was soon forced into shape.
He took a bit of sand from here and there. Sometimes the sand was breathing, other times the sand made funny sounds as it was put on top of the sand castle he was building out of very weird sand.
The texture felt a bit hairy, a bit stretchy also. He did not remember orc teeth in the sand from back then, but he might just have forgotten about that part.
It took a bit of work, a bit of tough love, but finally the castle he looked at felt like the home of his dreams. It had windows, high towers, a river surrounding it, hard walls everything in that juicy green, his favourite colour. …this was a dream, he never wanted to be woken up from this feeling.
His dream home would always be the place where he wanted to live later on, regardless if to others it might be 10 goblins turned into modern art, their bodies twisted and mangled beyond recognition, but to him, it would always be a fond, happy memory of the past.
Moros stumbled through the scene, just enjoying the world that seemed to be moving countless times slower than ever before. The occasional faces he saw received all sorts of small gestures to him.
A high five that broke its hand, arm and shoulder.
A pat on the shoulder causing his hand imprint to be buried deep inside its green body.
A flick of his fingers, causing its neck to snap back violently and dangle on the backside of the spine like an upside U.
A little pinch on its face cheek that left the goblin speechless, it tore away its entire lower jaw.
A simple poke to its stomach, like he used to tease his brother. Yet, Moros wondered why the skin of his brother felt like the metal table he lay on after initially feeling like skin.
Not that it mattered to Moros, the memory of his annoyed brother squirming around cutely after being poked made him feel all warm in his tummy…or maybe that was just the cake that wanted out.
He still enjoyed every last small interaction with all his friends, family and all the people who lived in his heart. There was just something so peaceful and relaxing about these little acts of love.
His love language truly lay in these small acts of kindness.
He wondered, what would come next? What could possibly complete this picture-perfect day of pure happiness for Moros?
Moros saw it with his very own eyes, the trampoline he had snuck out of home for. His mom had forbidden him from going back then, did not fit the family image…
Lil Moros did not listen and in the middle of a dark night jumped to his heart's content. He remembered it like it was yesterday.
Climbing onto the trampoline, he jumped in the air and was flung in the air by the surface of the 'trampoline'.
"BOING, BOING, BOING," Moros mouthed all these sounds as he relieved the pure freedom he experienced in that situation. The smell in the air, the sounds of a puking goblin, the funny feeling of his feet on that weird surface.
Every jump brought him further to the sky, wishing he would someday be able to touch the little lights in the distance. But before that dream could ever come true, a grating metal sound destroyed his dreams.
He had defeated the trampoline surface, he had broken through it and the ground it stood on.
Moros looked at the trampoline and just went on his merry way to discover new, fun things. It was not his, so he did not exactly care too much about destroying it.
What more fun things would he discover in this awesome place?
These happy pills made him truly the happiest he had ever been…this fun would go on forever...