It was a freezing winter night in Argentina. The moonlight poured through the windows of Adriano's small house, illuminating the long hallway like a baroque church. Despite the coldness, the place was very small and very homely, decorated with a few paintings on its walls and some personal photographs scattered about, all framed in dark brown wood. It created a cosy atmosphere around it as Adriano walked down the hall towards the kitchen, barefoot, holding his mattress around himself.
The house was silent, and the wooden floor creaked with every step Adriano gave. He lived alone, just him and the house that once belonged to his grandmother. He loved that place, but he felt a little lonely sometimes, not having the company of his relatives except during holidays.
However, as he reached the white-framed door that leaded to the kitchen, he suddenly longed for his solitude, as a faint but intrusive white light was coming from the kitchen at that moment. Alert, Adriano snuck through the door and peered into the room, noticing immediately that the kitchen was a mess. The light was coming from the fridge, which had been left open, and the contents were spilled everywhere, including onto the table and chairs, as if someone had been eating from the shelves.
As he stared horrified at the chaos of his gallery, a small figure called his attention under the table. It was a little, cute-looking creature, no higher than Adriano's knee, that could easily be mistaken for a child if it weren't for it's almost cartoony big head, with even bigger pointy ears, and it's wide hips. The creature was clearly female, wearing a green wool jacket and a large yellow straw hat pulled down low over her eyes. She was wearing an old-fashioned pair of gray corduroy pants and a red dress shirt buttoned up to the neck, and was in the process of smashing against the floor a jar full of cookies.
"Hey!" Adriano shouted at the shortstack girl, his eyebrows slightly frowned in a expression more of annoyance than of anger or fear. "What the hell are you doing to my kitchen, goblin? Go back to your closet!" Adriano pointed in a swift movement towards the hallway behind him. The goblin, in the other hand, just stared at him with her black-sclered eyes, a smug smile slowly crawling into her face.
"This is yer fault, adriano. Ye forgot whit happens whan ye dinnae pay me?" She placed her hands on her waist in a defiant pose, looking at the human in the door like she was his boss or something. Adriano sighed, it was true, he forgot to pay her. That goblin, during the day, was just a doll he kept on his locket, a gift from his grandmother to him before she left the house. However, he needed to keep placing money on her hands every month or two, because if he didn't, she would end up turning into a living being and start to trash his house like she was doing in that exact moment.
"Fuck... But goblin, I don't fucking have money right now." He complained, a pained expression crossing his face. "You know that we are in quarantine, and Argentina is having a economic crisis." The goblin rolled her eyes and tapped her little foot on the wooden floor impatiently.
"An whit daes that has tae dae wi' me?" She said with her thick scottish accent. Then she stopped herself, her dark eyes staring back at Adriano as her smile seemed to widen. "But dinnae worry, A haed an idea." The man felt a shiver run down his spine as he noticed a glint of lewdness on the Goblin's expression. "I figured oot a way for ye tae pay me..." The goblin girl started strolling towards Adriano, swaying her hips with every step in a slightly suggestive way,