FrostyFlasher The Goblin Who Hates Flags

(I'll admit now this story is a bit petty. It's based on something that really happened on my DeviantArt page. I was originally going to make this story around when it happened but forgot, and since the day that happened is coming up again, I thought it would be a good time to actually write this story. Now, before reading, if you happen to know this person, do not message them or bully them. I don't want that and it would be completely unnecessary.)

FrostyFlasher The Goblin Who Hates Flags

It was Flag Day in a small town called Timbergrime. Everyone in town was doing their best to design a new town flag using colors and patterns that they came up with and meant not only a lot to them but, in their hearts, represented the town, the people, and all the things they loved about them.

Everyone was excited and working hard, all but Frosty Flasher. He wasn’t taking part in this event, and instead he walked around judging and yelling at people about how stupid it was that they were making and celebrating other flags when the kingdom already had a main flag.

The townspeople tried to tell him it wasn’t a big deal, but Frosty said this day was about one flag and one flag only, which wasn’t entirely true. It was mostly about the main kingdom's flag, but for a long time many people have chosen to fly other flags alongside it.

Things like town flags, flags with messages in support of people, and even things like a cute little bee. Frosty didn’t like that though, and continued to be annoyed about it, but he was never that bad about it, not until the town got a new mayor, Riles.

Riles had her own flag she liked to display. It had five stripes on it, from top to bottom: it was blue, pink, white, pink, and blue again, and it was a bit simple, but it represented Riles and a lot of people like her.

Frosty hated it, and when Riles tried to celebrate it on Flag Day and use that chance to tell the town more about herself, Frosty flipped out like a maniac. He went off on her for the absolutely dumbest reasons.

The other villagers even tried to stop him, but there was no convincing him. He was a hateful soul, and now that he’s shown it, there was no hiding it away again. The only choice Riles had was to banish him from the village.

Frosty was kicked out, and Riles wished them luck finding happiness somewhere else, but Frosty wasn’t going to take this as a lesson and move on. So he started living in the woods outside the village where no one could see him.

He watched the village and plotted ways to continue being annoying. One way he did that was by using a couple of disguises and trying to pretend to be different people. He would then go around leaving letters in the mayor's mailbox, harassing her further and further.

It was annoying, and there didn’t seem to be anything the mayor could do other than ignore the letters and tell the guards to look out for Frosty’s other identities and keep them out of the village as well.

Then a traveling witch arrived in town and was making some trades with the local merchants for some spices. She happened to be in town on the same day Frosty snuck in using a new identity. The witch could sense his evil intent and followed him.

She watched Frosty place a few more letters in the mailbox of the mayor before running away maniacally laughing. The witch was confused, then watched the mayor come out and get her mail. She looked at the letters and looked sad.

The witch decided to get involved with the mayor's problems. After hearing the whole story, the witch said she’d take care of it. She’d make it so Frosty stayed out, and she’d get a bit of revenge on behalf of the mayor and the town while she was at it.

So that night, while Frosty was laughing in his camp outside the village, the witch appeared out of nowhere and stared at him without saying a word. Frosty jumped up and grabbed his dagger, asking the witch what she wanted.

The witch laughed and said she didn’t want anything from him, but the villagers, and especially the mayors, were sick of his shit, so she was here on their behalf to deal with Frosty. Frosty laughed and said he’d like to see her try.

The witch laughed, then waved her arm, casting some sort of spell as she did. Suddenly Frosty’s knife was gone, and he was unable to move. The witch laughed and told Frosty that he wasn’t in control here.

Frosty gulped and asked what she was going to do to him. The witch smiled and said the first thing she was going to do was make it so Frosty couldn’t enter the village or speak to any of the villagers while they’re in town.

Then she was going to make Frosty’s outward appearance match his inward one so that anyone who sees him from now on won’t be fooled into thinking he’s a good person. That’ll save everyone the trouble of finding out later how awful he truly is.

Frosty called the witch a few names and tried to act superior and said it was the villagers and mayor who were being dumb about this whole thing. The witch waved her hand again, and Frosty was unable to speak.

The witch told him his option meant nothing, even less to the villagers or mayor. The witch then got to work using her magic on Frosty. Her first spell locked him out of the village and made it so his voice couldn’t reach it from outside.

She then used a transformation spell on Frosty. One that would give him a new appearance based on the kind of person he was. Frosty started to shrink down until he was about three feet tall, and after that he started to get much thinner.

Frosty was freaked out about it, thinking the witch was turning him into a kid, but it was much worse. Frosty ears and nose started to grow. After that, his hair turned orange and his skin turned green. Then finally a small pair of breasts appeared on Frosty’s chest, and his manhood vanished.

The witch looked down at the very tiny goblin girl, who was in shock about her change. The witch said it fit Frosty’s soul perfectly. Frosty looked at the witch and looked pissed off, but she still couldn’t speak or move, so she wasn’t able to tell the witch that.

The witch laughed for a bit and said she was about to go; she had something she wanted to give Frosty before she left. She waved her hand again, and Frosty’s clothes suddenly changed to an old, raggy brown dress that almost looked as though it was made from a potato sack.

The witch laughed wickedly seeing Frosty in it, and when she stopped, she said she was all done and wished Frosty the best in her new life. The witch then used magic to push Frosty into the mud behind her and then vanished into thin air.

Frosty was submerged in the mud for a moment, but she quickly realized she was able to move again, so she stood up and looked down at herself. She couldn’t believe the witch did this to her, and she couldn’t believe the villagers had her do this to her.

Instead of accepting that they were in the wrong in the slightest, they got angry and swore to be just as, if not even more annoying. Frosty marched towards the village in order to demand the mayor get the witch to turn her back into a man, but Frosty ran into an invisible wall.

Frosty bounced off of it and back into the mud. She cursed a few times and then sat up looking even angrier than before. She tried to walk forward again but found that there was a wall keeping her out, and no matter how far she went to get around it, she was unable to get in.

The witch was serious; Frosty was unable to enter the village anymore, and she’d be unable to speak to the villagers if they were inside the village, meaning she was truly banished and unable to ask them to turn her back.

It was over; she could no longer harass the villagers, she couldn’t take out her own problems on them, and now she had to deal with being a tiny, petite, and very dirty goblin girl. All because she wanted to be a jerk about flags.

She should have just apologized and moved on instead of starting unnecessary drama or pretending to be other people in order to keep harassing the mayor, and she definitely shouldn’t have kept leaving messages for the mayor in order to make it seem like she was the problem. Now she has her entire goblin life to think about those things and reflect, alone, in the mud.