This fanfiction is preeetty much completely AU, however... hopefully I've made enough references to still leave it comfortable.
This is mostly for my own personal goal of actually finishing a story, it'd be great if you guys also enjoyed it!

As a disclaimer, I actually don't own any characters from Adventure Time (even though that would be nice ohohoho~).


It started when she sneaked out that night.
It wasn't that often that a girl of her social class decided to leave the little sugar-coated bubble of wealthy prestige, and yet it felt so right to her to just get out for once. It was nighttime, and light poured out of the windows as a dinner party commenced into the late hours.

One glance at her elders seemingly enjoying themselves in drunken stupor and she held down her fear of being caught.

Her parents didn't even like their guests but it was clear that face value meant everything and appearances were to be kept up. She didn't know where she would go, but her legs continued to move around the garden. The aroma of sweet flowers surrounded her as she made her way passed highlighted stone, pavement glistening as if glazed with icing. Her body suddenly halted behind the safety of a rose bush, watching shadows pass by a large window before making her move once more.

There was one step. Two.

Then she burst off, tearing through fresh cut grass and candy-pink colored roses. She breezed through long white fences, past lush fruit trees full with red orbs and out she was, feet on the sidewalk lined with large houses the colors of vanilla cake.

Her hair whipped her face as she turned to take a long, filling gaze of her surroundings, much larger than the extends of her bedroom.

She pursed her lips, and took one more glance at her large cake-colored house.
It seemed peaceful on the outside, with everyone inside warm and snug and hating each other without letting everyone else know. Everything was honey glazed, sugary sweet and drowned in maple syrup.

Her mouth bent into a frown, and with that, she left her warm candy kingdom, brave enough to defy her authority, oblivious enough to leave as herself.

She found herself in a town she knew existed but always passed through in the car.

The town was a fair size, and lights lined each building, advertising things you could buy and enjoy. She stuck a hand into the pocket of her sweater, feeling bills. Over five hundred dollars, a small amount worth pennies to her compared to the price of one night of freedom. The expensive touch of the sweater displeased her as she slid her thin fingers out.

Money held value but she never felt rich. Books held more worth to her. Yet even then books eventually became as stale as day-old bread. Books were consistent, always there, never changing. Cold.

Continuing the walk down, her large eyes took in everything, observing, gathering information. Small puffs of air left her mouth, her chest rising and falling as she found herself forgetting to breathe.

Everything was exhilarating, so brand new to the sheltered girl it was almost unbearable. Buildings which caught her eye brought her to the other side of the street, as one in particular seemed to hold her attention.

It was small, colored in a dull blue light and was held in a shallow alleyway between an apartment complex and music store. The door itself held several pictures of nameless faces and dates and numbers. She touched the handle, unsure of entering.

An anxious feeling crossed her mind, as if telling her to go back home, back to where her life was safe and secure. Where she was taught every day the proper lifestyle of a lady. The cake-colored house where everyone smiled sweetly but every bend of lip was empty like an untouched cookie jar.

The blue light flickered, surprising her out of her thoughts, the neon sign which emitted its luminescent glow dictating that she was welcome and this business was open.

She took a sharp breath and turned the door handle, entering The Cave.