ADVENTURE TIME fanfic by CannibalCupcakes
I thought I'd write a fic shipping Finn with LSP, partly because I don't think I've seem much LumpyFinn, and after thinking about LSP's vision in the Hall of Mirrors in Gotcha! I'm sure she really loves him. LSP is 15, and obviously despite her brash exterior has family hang-ups and is a very insecure and lonely young lady. Finn is innocent and pure and has a heart of gold, I don't like seeing him hurt by Peebles or Fire Princess, but I really love Lumpy, and I think Finn should too! Not that it should turn out a 'Happy Ever After' or anything like that. Please comment!
It had been less than a week since Jake had moved out of the tree fort. Lady's puppycorns would be due soon and Jake was anxious about her wellbeing. Jake knew Finn was cool and would be supportive, but he was a little worried about leaving his 14 year old bro all on his own for a long time. Still as long as there were always monsters to be slain, it couldn't be forever. At this time though, his girlfriend needed him most.
Jake stretched a long reassuring arm around Finn's shoulders.
'So Finn, dude, I'm gonna spend some time with Lady. You're cool with that bro?'
'Sure brother.' Finn hugged him back, 'be there for Lady, I understand. I'm old enough to look after myself don't you worry.
'OK Finn, you need anything just call me bro'.
'No worries dude.'
Then Jake was gone.
For the first couple of nights, Finn stayed in with Beemo, playing video games and watching movies he's dug up from the rubbish tip. Then, on the third night the nightmares began.
Finn heard thunder. Then he saw the Lich, illuminated by flashes of lightning. The Lich was leering at him across the void, draped in the flayed skin of the great Hero Billy. The skin was peeling off to reveal horns and sunken eyes in a rotted out skull. The skull wore an old and dirty white hat, with tiny pricked bear ears he found unnerving. Then he realised the skin the Lich was wearing was his own. He was older, scarred, musclebound and battle hardened. The Lich was tearing flesh away from bone, releasing oil and green vapour, the green vapour manifesting into a long bulky, slimy body of a worm, a King Worm...
Finn sat bolt upright, restrained by his sleeping bag, screamed out.
'Aaaaaaaarrgghh! JAKE!
Then he fell on the floor.
'Get off the bed worms!'
When he regained his senses, he realised there were no worms. Beemo came running, her a concerned expression on her pale blue screen and red on light glowing in the darkness.
Finn picked up a lighter and lit the candle by his bed.
'You have dream malfunction Finn?'
'Yea. Dream malfunction.'
'You need to be reset Finn.'
'I can't do that Beemo. Just make me some cocoa. I'm cool'.
When Beemo return, s/he found Finn staring blankly, lost in his own thoughts. Beemo being a video games console was not good at reading human emotions. S/he had been around Finn and Jake long enough to know though, that Finn was unhappy. She could tell by the way the great hero sighed deeply and seemed distracted. S/he sat and watched him.
'Who wants to play video games?!' Beemo broke the silence, with a big grin on her screen, shaking Finn from his heavy funk.
'Yeah. Thanks Beemo.' He picked up her controller and submerged himself in several rounds of Tetris, clearing his mind as he cleared each line of blocks.
As the blocks piled up, faster than he could rearrange them, Finn's game was over.
'Oh bumslops.' He cursed throwing down the control pad in disgust. But he felt better.
Finn finally picked up the jam jar of cold cocoa and took a seat on the rug next to her.
Beemo smiled and purred. 'Beemo make you better.'
Finn was grateful for her company. When he realised he was safe and he had only had a bad dream, he managed to make it back to bed.
When he woke in the morning, to an enchanting smell from the kitchen, Beemo was singing 'Making Bacon Pancakes' in her cute little Japanese voice, and making bacon pancakes as s/he had seen Jake do. S/he plopped a steaming pancake onto a plate and presented it to Finn, proud of her creation. He prodded it with a plastic spork.
Glob. He missed Jake. The last time they had been separated, it was when Finn had become obsessed over the 'little people'. Jake had fled to Lady Rainicorn's while he played with the hearts and emotions of their little counterparts. That time, Finn hadn't noticed how the time went. He hadn't washed or cleaned up for weeks, and hadn't eaten properly or even dressed himself. He was completely absorbed by the Magic Man's enchanted creations. This time it was different. Without distraction and obsession, Finn began to feel an aching void inside, which he needed Jake's bro-ship to fill.
So should he call Jake? He glanced at the mobile phone Jake had left for him, a hefty brick held together with gaffer tape, fully charged and saw it was programmed with Lady Rainicorn's number and the number of Jake's camera phone. Finn wanted to hear Jake's gravelly voice on the end call him homie and make everything OK.
No, he thought, remembering Joshua's dungeon. 'Cry Baby Finn'. He had only had a nightmare, nothing worth worrying his brother about. Joshua had worried about Finn for his own good. Finn being a rare species, possibly even the last of his kind, Joshua and Margaret had no frame of reference for raising a human child. While Jake and Jermaine had been able to run on all fours and catch a ball in their mouths at six months, Finn just lay in his crib pooping his diaper. Margaret had worried that the baby had learning disabilities. What they didn't realise was Finn was fine, it's just that humans don't mature as quickly as dogs. Finn soon caught up, but could shake the 'Cry Baby' thing, and his need to 'toughen up'. He wanted his dad Joshua to be proud of him and se his heroic potential. Now he had to prove that to Jake, by not calling him. He put the mobile phone down. A tear was cutting through the dirt on his cheek. Finn scuttled into the bathroom to wash before Beemo figured out he had been crying.