Hehe, this is my first fic, so please don't judge, and I hope you enjoy. Don't stop reading because someone dies, the characters never die- well, at least they're not dead forever... *hint hint* Oh yeah BTW, Finn is around 16 and who knows how old Marceline is.
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Marceline sucks the red out of a strawberry while watching a movie with Finn. They sit close together on the couch while Jake makes a souffle in the oven. "Ooh! Ooh! Gotta hit the can!" Jake scrambles to the bathroom. Finn laughs. Over the years, Finn and Marceline have grown closer together as friends. Finn wraps his arm around Marceline. "Finn, what are you doing?" His eyes get half closed and he smiles softly. "Shhh..." He leans in to give her a kiss, but an annoying beeping noise interrupts them (he was trying to kiss her, but he didn't. Just trying to clear things up) "Oh my god, the kitchen's on fire!" The front door leads through the kitchen, and flames were already licking halfway up the door. They hear a flush followed by a sink and Jake comes out, humming a little tune. He looks up and throws the rag he had in his hand. "My souffle!" Marceline grabs Finn and Jake and thrusts them out the window. They cough and roll on the grass, trying to suffocate the fire. Jake sputters and Finn rubs his head. "Wait a minute- where's-" The roof collapses into the tree house, depriving air of the fire and it is almost immediately is gone. "MARCELINE!" Finn starts to run but Jake pushes him back and ties his arms (I know it seems weird, but just go with it) around two trees. He struggles against his bond, while Jake grows to super size and lifts the charred roof and tosses it behind the blackened tree. His lower lip quivers as he lifts Marceline's limp body from the smoking debris. Finn is practically ripping his arms out of socket, all the while screaming and crying out his soul. Jake gently places her body of the soft grass where the little wildflowers grow. Jake unties Finn where his bursts over towards the now dead Vampire Queen. Knowing it is hopeless, he checks for a pulse. He buries his face into her smoldering shirt, Where he sobs.
Meanwhile...
Where... Where am I? Marceline floats around in black nothingness. A door pops open from nowhere, and a boy about Finn's age is being pushed out it. He pounds on the door and begs to be let in. The door disappears, and he cries. He turns around to see Marceline staring at him. "Who- who are you?" Marceline is startled that the boy has noticed her. "Marceline."
"Oh. Where am I?"
"I was wondering the same thing." Marceline remembers the fire. "Am I...Dead?" He looks around. "I would think so..." A girl with humongous eyes floats, and Marceline grabs her arm and pulls her over. The girl looks up. "Hello!" Despite being dead, she has a cheerful smile on her face. The boy speaks up, "Where are we?" The girl sits upright now, "Welcome to the Void. You could call it Hell, but it isn't really. Just the afterlife." Marceline shrugs her shoulders. "So, now what?"