"A scarecrow, speaking," he said and rolled his eyes. Leaning forward, he let go of his balance tumbling to the ground. He landed on his back, and grunted in pain. "It really is real life."

Brown and yellow leaves surrounded him, and he didn't move, staying still on the ground. He looked up at the scarecrow, that had managed to angle its head downwards without falling off, and staring back at him.

The little goblin wasn't tired, but the fall had put something into him, something that really wanted to stay laying down for another minute or two. They stared, the goblin blinking occasionally, and the scarecrow completely still, easily mistaken for lifeless.

"My name is Bob," the goblin said.

"I'm Chestmouth," the chest mouth spoke, and the goblin was confused, not understanding how the scarecrow could speak without moving its mouth. He also couldn't understand how a scarecrow was alive, but there was a lot he didn't understand and that was fine to him.

Bob started coughing, heavily. The scarecrow had sent all of its blue mist towards him. Bob stood up, thinking it something in the air, and jerked away, towards another direction, but the air seemingly followed him.

The coughing grew more raw and powerful. And then it stopped, and the scarecrow tumbled down from the tree, completely lifeless. It had passed out, moving the mist seemed to affect it as well.

When it woke up, it was once again on the goblins shoulder and they were now in a cave, and walking deeper towards it.

It was almost pitch black in the cave, the darkness cloaking the walls. A trail of light shone through due to the moon. The stone of the floor was uneven and cracked, several very small ravines spread all around.

Bob began coughing once again. It grew so bad that he couldn't breathe. His face turned white, and all of a sudden the coughing stopped. He looked suspiciously at the scarecrow, and then discarded the idea, as a scarecrow had no way of making him cough.

The next time the scarecrow woke up, they were on a bridge over a gigantic ravine, in which the bottom was cloaked in darkness. The bridge was simply a hundred different wood planks stacked on rope, until it reached the other side of the ravine.

The scarecrow looked up, and wondered where exactly it was that they were going. It looked upwards, to see the sky but saw only stone, and large sharp poles hanging down like ice on the window.

The goblin chucked the scarecrow down, and proceeded to jump down himself. The scarecrow fell into the darkness, the bridge fading away, and cold air covering every inch of its body. The goblin screamed yiii completely excited.

The scarecrow didn't know what was happened. It didn't feel any panic, but it knew that when it touched the floor, it would perhaps be the end of its life unless it did something to change that.

The goblin knew exactly what was happening. He was killing his new friend Chestmouth as an offering and hoping he'd wake up on the other side as a demon. He'd always wanted to be a demon, and each time he saw his own body in the water's, he felt disappointed.

He wanted as many arms as he had fingers, and claws, lots of claws, and eyes on the elbows and knees, and mouths covering every inch of his body, and tongues longer than his legs, and fifty different. He wanted to be an abomination, that was his wish.

It was a bit surprising when after three minutes they had not hit the floor. The goblin had accidentally managed to throw them down into the one bottomless hole in the entire world, and they were stuck falling together.

After about an hour, it was quite disappointing. The scarecrow found itself practicing math, wondering just when the hole would come. It never came. Hours passed, when suddenly, when Bob was begging for any type of water, they smashed up against the floor.

They hadn't reached the bottom of the hole, as this was not the bottom, but rather the top. In the middle of falling their fall had been inversed, and now they were standing on the roof, or at least the goblin was standing, the scarecrow was sprawled out.

The goblin picked up the scarecrow, and after it had finished coughing, continued its journey forward. When the scarecrow woke up once again, they were standing beneath a gigantic tree filled with many different fruits.

And a god floated down from heaven, and willingly gave all of her power to the scarecrow.

It was quickly, and succinctly realized, that all of this was a lie. And that realization by the scarecrow made it wake up, and find itself stuck, shackled to a wall, with the goblin nowhere within sight, and a crazy lich in front of him.

"The scarecrow has woken up," the lich said, talking in a third person voice because, as all lich's, it had not concept of I, and saw the world through a third eye, and described it as such. "The lich will hit you if the scarecrow does anything unordinary."

The shackles were heavy, and had been just attuned so that if they were slightly heavier they would have pulled the scarecrow's arms off, which would of course not cause any pain at all, as it was unable to feel pain, but it could feel the tension in its chest.

"The scarecrow is a unique specimen," the lich said.

"Tell me about it," Chestmouth said.

"It seems the scarecrow still carries the ability to speak. The lich has come to an understanding, the scarecrow has another mouth that hides when the scarecrow is asleep, most interesting."

"The lich does not have another mouth I suppose?" Chestmouth said.

There was lightning off the lich's fingers that went directly into Chestmouth, and made the mouth blubber like a fish, and then steam rose from the lips.

The scarecrow knew what it had to do. It would have to get out, and kill the lich somehow. K