The Great Oblivion Crisis
The Mysterious Sentinel: Salutations and greetings readers! Well, I seem to have an inability to focus on just one story at a time because here I am writing this.
Dark Specter: Yeah, "Sorta Psychic" was just getting good, and now to distract yourself from it, you're writing an "Adventure Time" crossover of all things!
TMS: Hey! Adventure Time is awesome! And I've been wanting to write an Elders Scrolls fic forever, so I decided to put the two together. So let's begin!
Disclaimer: I don't own Adventure Time, Elder Scrolls, nor any associated characters. They belong to Cartoon Network and Bethesda respectively.
Several years after the flashback from "Simon and Marcy"
As the years went by, the days started to blur until it was hard to remember exactly how much time had passed, the tick-marks that he made in one of his books every morning was the only thing really showing the passage of time.
Every day they would walk, and walk, and walk, and sometimes venture into a ruined city to scavenge for things only found in cities, but most of the time it was the woods, or the hills, or the field, anywhere that, before the war, you wouldn't typically find people.
She didn't understand why.
"If there's so much stuff in the cities why don't we go into them more often?"
"You know why; because of the monsters in the cities."
"Well why are they only in the cities?"
"Uh… because… They live in the cities."
"But why don't any of them live anywhere else?"
He didn't answer for about a minute.
"Some do live in other places, we just haven't found any."
She wasn't sure about that answer, but before she could think of another rebuttal he changed the subject.
"Hey look! A snail!"
She was distracted by the small creature for a little, but the next day she remembered her unanswered question. But she decided to let it be. There was probably a good reason he didn't want to answer.
She still had to wonder though…
After walking through a featureless field for a day or two he decided there was no other choice. They were running low on… well, everything.
The city was rather small and most of its buildings had collapsed, but the ones still intact lured them with the promise of supplies. They entered a big building with big front windows; a long time ago he had told her that before the war, places like this used to sell all sorts of different things.
"Have you been to this place before?" she had asked him.
"Not this place specifically, but there are stores like this all over the world."
This building's door was lying on the ground across the street, so they just walked in. She saw a pile of stacked cans so she ran towards them and grabbed one from the stack.
"Careful Marcy! It doesn't look very steady."
"Sorry, the picture on it looks like… uh, what was the name of that really tasty stuff?"
Looking at the aforementioned picture he answered.
"It's called ravioli."
"Oh yeah, I just saw a picture of ravioli and I got excited."
"Well then, we'll take as much as we can carry."
"Yay!"
He started taking cans from the stack and putting them in the large backpack he wore. While he was doing this, Marcy heard some kind of noise. She turned to a dark corner of the store and heard what sounded like slurping.
"Simon, I think someone's here." She whispered.
Simon stopped what he was doing and walked over to Marcy. It was silent for a second but then the slurping started again. Looking closely Simon could make out what looked like a person hunched over.
"H-hello, is someone there?"
The slurping stopped again, but this time it didn't start again, the person's head turned around and two glowing green eyes stared back at the pair. The creature rose to its full height; towering over the two, bright green flames appeared that illuminated the dark corner, Marcy screamed when she caught sight of the creature.
It wore a large, baggy, grey robe with a large cape torn at the ends, its arms bare bones with a few rotted veins running through them, skeletal hands burning with an eerie green fire, pale undead skin pulled tight against a nose-less face, with skin frayed away at the lips revealing grotesque teeth, two curled horns stuck out of its head, and its eyes… horrific green lights peering out of dark, empty eye sockets.
Off to the side Simon noticed a pile of various empty bottles, at a quick glance Simon saw the words "lighter fluid" "Drano" and "bleach" Simon heard strange whispering coming from all around him.
"Don't move. Don't move."
Such a wonderful voice! Simon decided it would be a good idea to stay and listen.
"It is trying to control you! Fight it!"
Simon realized that the creature was slowly moving closer, reaching for them. Suddenly Simon yelled and kicked the creature in the chest, the attack didn't faze the monster, but it paused in surprise.
Simon grabbed Marcy's hand and pulled her out of the building, looking back at her, he saw a blank open-mouthed expression on her face as she stumbled behind him.
"Marcy, are you okay?"
"The creature has put her in a trance."
'Well how do I get her out of it?'
No answer. Simon pulled her behind a large pile of rubble and looked over it, no sight of that thing but it could still be following them.
"Marcy snap out of it!" he snapped his fingers in her face and she started as if surprised.
"Uhhh, what happened?"
"That… thing put you in a trance. Don't listen to anything it says ok?"
"Ok Simon. Is it still there?"
Simon peeked over the rock again and looked right into the monsters eyes. The creature growled at him, but then a rock hit it in the face.
Simon pulled Marcy with him as he ran, she threw another rock at the thing but it just bounced of its chest as if followed them. They ran through the city streets
"It is gaining on us."
Simon turned a corner and saw a huge pile of rubble and debris. Simon got an idea.
"Marcy! Run ahead!"
Simon felt her hand leave his and saw her speed ahead of him and start climbing. The creature slowed down and threw a green fireball at Marcy, but it fell short of her; already halfway up the mountain.
Simon followed Marcy up the pile, he felt a blast of heat near him from another fireball. Simon looked back and saw the creature had begun to climb up after them. Simon removed the straps of his large backpack and let it fall; the bag started a rockslide that caused the creature to fall to the bottom, covered in debris.
"Ha ha!" laughed Marcy.
The pair quickly climbed down the other side of the mountain and continued to run.
They reached a hill and ran to the top but then Simon tripped on something and the two rolled down the hill. When they reached the bottom Simon looked up and saw nothing but water, they'd run to a beach.
"Oh bread-balls." Simon turned and looked back to the see their pursuer standing atop the hill and making its way towards them. As it neared Simon heard the ghostly whispering again.
"Don't worry little one, I won't hurt you, but that man will hurt you."
"Marcy, don't listen to him!"
Marcy stuck her tongue out at the creature. It growled and more green fire appeared in its hands.
"You will DIE!"
"Marceline… I'm sorry."
"Simon? What are you doing?"
Simon reached down to his side and grabbed the golden crown tied to his belt and placed it on his head.
"My power is yours to command. My King."
Suddenly blasts of cold air shot from his hands and hit the creature. Simon cackled maniacally as his hair and beard grew even longer.
"AHAHAHAHA! ALL HAIL THE ICE KING!"
"No Simon! You promised!"
The creature shot green fire balls from its hands but the icy wind swirling around The Ice King put out the fire in midair. The Ice King shot beams from his hands and the creature's legs froze, the creature transformed into black mist and escaped the ice, the mist flew through The Ice King's chest and knocked him over. Marceline rushed to his side.
"Simon! Are you okay?" The Ice King got up and yelled at the creature.
"You, DARE strike me? THE ICE KING!? I'll strike you too!"
The mist flew at him again, The Ice King shot lightning bolts at it but the mist flew around them and slammed into Ice King again.
"Arrgh! LET ME HIT YOU!"
Blue lightning bolts crackled around The Ice King's hands, he shot one and it hit the mist but then the other bolt vanished and The Ice King's hair and beard returned to Simon's normal length.
"What happened?"
The mist reformed into the creature, it had patches of frost all over its body. Simon reached up and touched the crown on his head.
"…I'm free…"
"SIMON!" Marceline screamed and wrapped her arms around him as the creature prepared more fireballs.
"NO! THE KING MUST NOT DIE!"
A tornado of ice and snow swirled around Simon and Marcy, the tornado struck the creature flinging it through the air miles away. When the winds cleared all that remained was a large block of ice with Simon and Marcy holding each other, the crown still on his head.
"No, that creature has freed my King, all those years spent taking over his mind. Wasted, and now we are both trapped, apart from each other, separated by the very element we were meant to rule together."
In just a few years the block of ice was pulled in by the tide and floated out to sea.
"One day my King, you will be freed and we shall rule a world of ice and snow."
TMS: I think that was pretty good, what do you think?
DS: I've read much worse, so I suppose they'll unfreeze and the plot of Oblivion will unfold?
TMS: Oh you'll see Dark, in the meantime I really need to watch some more Adventure Time, I'm kind of behind, anyway see ya' next time readers!
EDIT 03/17: It's barely worth mentioning, just a few changes in wording.