Chapter One:
Depression
The Ice King was deep in thought, after yet another failure in capturing the prized Princess Bubblegum. He was filled with rage, lust, and envy all at the same time. He wanted the Princess. He hated Finn and Jake. He hated how they always got to spend time with her. Why couldn't she love me, instead? Why couldn't she just give the old, cooky wizard a chance? In a fit of rage, the Ice King started to thrash around, smashing his drum set, throwing his computer on the frozen solid floor, and even to go as far as to punch Guntella, a new penguin. He slouched on his sofa and tried to relax. His mind was boggling with idea's, but he had thought that all of them would never work. He thought and thought and thought, shaking in corner. Gunter had tried to comfort his master, but he simply swatted Gunter away. He was crying now, and his fists were clenched in rage. He started to even hurt himself with knifes crafted by his own magic. He could feel the pain lingering in his arm, and he loved it. Then a thought came swindling through his head.
"That's it!" he screeched! "I know how to finally get the Princess! I...I have to kill Finn and Jake" he whispered, his voice filled with disgust. How could he had thought such a thing? It seems so irrational. Murder? How could he bring himself to do this? He contemplated the scenario and finally, he decided that this must be done. "There is no other way" he thought. It was 12:34 AM. He figured the duo would be asleep by now. He must do it now, or else he would never bring himself to do it again. He was doing this for her Princess, and this has to be done, or else he would never be with her. Then, after the two rascals are terminated, he would kidnap the Princess and nobody would be able to save her. He snickered at his marvelous plan, and crafted an ice sword sharp as a dagger. He sharpened it quickly, grabbed a picture of Bubblegum, and head out the door, flying quick and high, as he must not be seen. "This is it" he whispered to himself. "The beginning of the end." He chuckled maliciously, and looked on into the night sky as a faint outline of the treehouse came near.
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