Not gonna bother much with an intro, other than the fact that the new episode (Puhoy) just suddenly got my writing motor running. Please review. :)
Knives upon knives rained down throughout the grassland. Knowing the very obvious dangers of being caught in such a storm, the trio of Finn, Jake and BMO had simply decided to hole up in the Treehouse. Without anything to pass the time, all Jake was doing was making a rather large fortress of pillows and mattresses for absolutely no reason at all.
"Beep beep, look out! Beep beep, pillow delivery!" A furry bulldozer said, dropping pillows and BMO all over a rather depressed Finn.
"Come on, Jake," Finn said with a hint of annoyance.
"Sorry, buddy. Just trying to cheer you up some. I mean here you are chillin' out with history's coolest friends, building an actual pillow fort but you just sit there sulking! I mean, what gives?"
"Sigh. I guess I'm just thinking about Flame Princess. I told her a joke the other day, and she didn't even laugh, or anything. Guess it's over between us."
"That's it? A joke?" Jake asked back, bemused with the cause of Finn's depression.
"Maybe she just didn't get it yet?" BMO butted in.
"Yeah right, BMO. More like she used up all her laughs on some other guy's jokes probably. Man, having a girlfriend is hard." Finn said, merely turning away.
"No! Being crazy is hard. You're getting all hung up, all hung up on imaginary problems," Jake said, forming a spiral around his face with his arm. "You gotta focus on what's real, man," he said as he opened up the spiral to reveal a mini-Jake. He then picked up a cup from somewhere very far to his right.
"See this cup? This is literally my favorite cup!" He said. He then threw it out of the window and into the knife storm beyond. "Now it's gone forever, so it's not real, and I don't care about it anymore!"
"Oh no, my favorite window!" BMO interrupted with a gasp.
"I don't even know what you guys are talking about." Finn frowned.
He then stood up and picked up his sword. "I think I just need some alone time. Gotta led my mind fester a bit, you know?" He said, clearly not knowing the definition of fester. "I'll be back in a little while," he said as he crawled into the fort.
"Finn! Festering is always bad, man! There's no good kind of festering! Finn!" Jake droned on, his voice getting weaker as Finn went farther into the fort.
Complete and utter darkness enveloped Finn.
"Man, this looked smaller from the outside," he said, just as he noticed a small glimmer of light, not far away. "Man, what's this now?" It was a hole that appeared to lead outside, into a place unknown. "What the...Jake, what's in here?" He said, as he crawled into the extremely tight hole that led to a miniscule door. "Jake?"
He opened the door and proceeded to slide out. What he then saw completely surprised him: A entire world, made out of nothing but pillows, mattresses, and birds made out of pillows. "Whoa..." Finn could only say. "Did Jake build this part too?" Taking a short moment to ponder upon his surroundings, he simply concluded: "that guy needs some more girlfriends or something."
He turned around. "Hey Jake, you need more girlf- what the...?" The door had disappeared into nothingness. Finn was left to stare at a plain, empty blanket. "Door's gone?"
Without any where to go, he left and began wandering around his surroundings. He then spotted a nearby town, also apparently made out of pillows, and with a blanket path leading the way.
"Maybe there's another door in yonder pillow town."
As he slid down the hill and into the town, he exclaimed, "I don't get this at all."
Not a second had passed when the screams of children filled the air. Finn, confused at the situation, could only mutter a "huh" as a very tiny blanket ran into his leg.
"Hey mister! You better get running! Blanket dragon!" The blanket kid warned, before immediately running away between Finn's legs. The mention of the word dragon immediately got Finn's heart pumping. At just the right time, the dragon arrived, unsurprisingly also made out of pillows.
"Now this I understand!" Finn exclaimed with a grin. Unsheathing his sword with a war cry, he jumped high into the air and slashed the pillow dragon in the neck.
This had both an expected and unexpected result, as the dragon's slit pillow throat gushed out uncountable amounts of feathers, leading to a very quick demise.
The onlooking townspeople could not believe what they were seeing.
"That's it?" A very disappointed Finn asked.
What followed was pandemonium as the entire citizenry of Pillow Town began flooding the streets to acclaim their foreign savior. The whole village erupted in celebration, and all Finn was able to reply, "Hey, uh, how's it going?"
Then a tiny pillow man with a green sausage shaped pillow for hair and a rather colorful outfit came out to greet Finn into their town.
"Puhoy there!" The man said, with much joy. "I am Quilten, son of Pillowford and you have saved our village! You and your sharp pillow," Quilten complimented, pointing to Finn's sword.
"Hah, it's nothing. I kill things all the time." Finn said, in his usual humble manner.
"Oh nonsense! This calls for a celepillowbration!" Quilten announced as the townspeople carried their savior off.
A very lively party in the middle of town was started. The jubilous townspeople were dancing to the pillow band, and also giving praise to Finn, who had been dubbed "Flesh Pillow" and had been awarded a sash stating "Best Pillow".
Taking a break from the partying, he retreated behind a stack of pillows just outside the party area. Right now, all his thoughts were focused on finding a way back into his world, as he stared on at the cliff from which he had come from.
A girl's voice interrupted his thoughts. "There you are, Finn the Human."
"Oh, hey there..." Finn replied, noticing the girl that had called his attention. His thoughts immediately began to conflict, as he found her rather attractive. She had long blond hair and a simple red dress designed with flowers all over it. The biggest characteristic he could notice was the fact that she was a pillow. And a humanoid one at that.
"Um, you can just call me Finn, if you want."
The girl sat right beside him. "All right, Finn. My name is Roselinen, daughter of Quilten. You have to call me the whole thing."
"Oh, uh..."
"Just kidding!" Roselinen said with a smile.
"Heh. Oh, uh, your dad seems fun." Finn said, taking a glance at a very joyous Quilten, dancing around in the middle of the crowd. Roselinen could only chuckle.
"Hehe. Um, you wanna dance?" Roselinen asked. Now this hit Finn hard. Any doubt he had with Flame Princess quickly became defensiveness and feelings of fidelity, as the idea of dancing with another girl very much conflicted Finn's mind.
"Oh, well..." Finn replied rather anxiously. "I have a girlfriend." He said, just as a pillow bird perched right by him.
Roselinen merely chuckled again, playfully hitting Finn lightly on the cheeks with the back of her hand. "It's a dance, not marriage."
"Heh, yeah, okay." Finn replied nervously, just as the pillow bird defecated a brown pillow over his shoulder.
"This place is weird."
"Are you telling me that birds in your world don't poo little pillowcases?"
"Nah, just regular poo." Finn replied, bemused with the topic of their discussion.
When they made it into the middle of the party, Roselinen then grabbed Finn's hand, then grabbed his other and put it on her hips.
"Eh, yeah, i-it's really cool." An extremely nervous Finn said as the two danced. "Where I come from, I live with my friend, who's my brother. And he's a dog. Heh. We fight stuff. It's cool, it's really different than here."
"I mean, where I'm from, blankets and pillows are used for bedding."
A very amused Rosalinen replied with a sly grin, "Well, they're used for that here, too." They both clearly knew what that meant, causing Finn to blush heavily, with an anxious chuckle.
"Ah man, it's been nice, Roselinen. But I gotta get back to my home." Finn said.
If anyone is complaining that this is just a novelization of the first part of the episode, I promise I'll add more original stuff later.