Daughter Dearest
He never specified that he would forget her.
Occurring at separate time periods of the Adventure Time storyline, canon, and pre-storyline. I don't own Adventure Time, the characters, or the soundtrack.
I'm not sure exactly where this is going.
I don't own Adventure Time or any characters, songs, any of that material. I own the plot of this (pre)- canon/(pre)- storyline Fanfiction unless there are parts which belong to the show.
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Shake
Marceline Abadeer does not know what to do, sitting in the corner of a dark underground bunker all by herself. It's dank and cold, but as she searches with her unclear and blurry eyes for her mother, who promised to show up after finding her father (but has not made an appearance), she coughs and paws around at the freezing cold walls and floor.
Worriedly - and against her mother's direct orders, quite obliviously - Marceline stands and hurries to the little corner where a small iron door had been placed into and led to a tall ladder leading to the surface. Contemplating whether she should disobey her mother (and likely father)'s wishes and leave the bunker or go back to the corner opposite to the small entrance and wait the time out for her parents to return, the little girl freezes and scoots back hurriedly as she hears a loud whistling noise.
Loud popping noises seem to be amplified and hurriedly strike into the room through the entrance, shaking the room and rattling the bones of the little girl waiting for her family to return.
After what feels like a millennium, the eight-year-old girl with waist-length raven black hair relaxes and bends back against the hard wall of the bunker.
But suddenly, the ground is shaking. The earth seems to be quaking. Covering her ears with her tiny hands, Marceline stays quiet as her mother told her and bends down against the floor of the cement and plaster room. There is a small bed in the corner connected to the wall by chains, on which the chains snap like string and the wooden planks that the small cot surface used to rest on and the whole bed slides around the room with the rubble erupting from the ceiling.
The ceiling above Marceline explodes suddenly and the little girl is coated in cement pieces and some bits of plaster from the outer protection, and some insulation floats down like snow. Ashes of things - maybe even people, the young girl realizes with horror - come down harshly, like little pieces of hail pelting down on the eight-year-old. Marceline slumps down and the not-so world darkens all around her.
Thirty minutes pass.
Forty-five minutes pass.
Eventually an hour passes, and nobody comes for the girl. No parents arrive, worried and toting supplies and Marceline's treasured photo album that had been promised to arrive before the bombs hit.
Where has her family gone?
Frightened and alone, the girl starts and rubs her eyes with bruised and scraped arms, yawning slightly. Looking up, she finds that she can see the sky. Surprisingly, however, it is dark as night.
With a soft voice that is strained from little use over the past few days, Marceline speaks quietly to herself.
"I thought it was daytime…"
The eight-year-old crawls to the exit and clambers up the old ladder, bits of rubble and pieces of hot air scraping against her fragile skin and slivers of iron or cement, blasted into a pulp, slicing against her face like knives. Peering over the tunnel entrance…
…
Marceline Abadeer comes face-to-face with the end of the world.