Mama Tree Trunks
By
Reindeerguardian
Summary: Marceline's dad has escaped from the nightosphere and is on the search for revenge. But what does he find instead? Love. In the form of a cute lil' ole elephant.
Yeah! Another crack pairing! Inspiration for this came while drawing the lord of evil at a tea party with Tree Trunks :)
"MWUAHAHAHAHA!" the lord of evil laughed as he broke free from the restrained prison of the nightosphere. How long that cell had held him, the memories of its horrid confinement scratched at his brain. He growled at the hole in the ground that he'd emerged from. He spat at it.
"That'll teach you to imprison me!" he yowled at the hole. Wait a minute. It wasn't that hole that confined him. The first time yes, but that was by accident. The second time that boy had trapped him again.
That boy.
The lord of evil roared in unaligned hatred for the lowlife human that had thrown him back in the nightosphere. Revenge. Revenge. His undead heart beat out. Revenge. Revenge. Revenge! Until it became a rut in his mind and then a song that coursed through his lifeless veins.
"Oh, yes, I will have my revenge on that human boy," he cried out into the night, not caring who or what heard him. "And when I do, I will slay him! Slowly and painfully, pulling out his internal organs one by one until he dies. Then I'll bring him back to life, and throw him into the nightosphere! For the rest of eternity!" his stomach interrupted his rant, growling hungrily for more souls.
"But first, I'll have to hunt for a few souls. Maybe some fries…" he mumbled to himself as he floated on his way, in the direction of an apple orchard.
Meanwhile…
"La da da..." Tree Trunks hummed to herself as she baked a few late night snacks.
Ding!
"Oh! My apple pie is done!" she remarked happily to no none inparticular. She continued humming her happy little tune as she placed the pie on a rack to cool. Suddenly a large thump was heard on top of her roof.
"Oh, those apple thieving magpies! You stay away from my apples, you hear?" she called to the roof. All was silent. She bit her lip, hoping she'd hadn't been too harsh on them. She didn't want to hurt their feelings. "…please?" she called as not to offend them with lack of manners. Suddenly, and very slowly, the roof to her house pealed back like a sardine can to reveal a man with grayish skin, dark hair, a business suit, and a wicked smile.
"Oh, hello up there!" she called, waving her trunk at the man. His smile grew.
"Hello to you too. Do you mind if I stay for a quick snack?" he asked politely, with an ever widening smile to reveal fangs. But Tree Trunks, with her kind heart, couldn't turn down a hungry stranger. Besides, he smiled a lot and wore a nice suit. He couldn't be that bad.
"Not at all, as a matter of fact, I just finished baking an apple pie." She said, waving him over to the table where said desert sat on the rack, perfectly cooled. He opened his mouth, and as she readied the pie, leaned over her and started to suck out her soul.
"Ah! W-what are you doing?" she cried, growing weaker by the second.
"Stealing your soul! What's it look like I'm—"he stopped suddenly as the delicious scent of the pie wafted towards him. Perhaps this creature could be of use to him…
"A thousand pardons my fair…elephant err, lady." He said quickly restoring her soul. She drew sharp quivering breaths.
" th-that's that's alright…" she said gasping for breath.
"You see," he said bowing his head humbly; "I was a demon. A creature of night. I fed on the souls of others and in short, was a bloodthirsty monster." He gave her a pleading look. "But I'm ready to give up my evil ways, in exchange for a little care, and compassion. For love." She smiled.
"Oh, I could most definitely help with that, Mr.…?" she inquired. The lord of evil thought quickly. Name, think of a name…
"Olsen. Mr. Martin Olsen." He said, giving her a hand—er, trunkshake.
"Nice to meet you Mr. Martin Olsen. I'm Tree Trunks." He'd gained her trust. Excellent. His lie wasn't very well thought out, but this creature was gullible enough to believe it. And on top of that, she could bake.
"I do hate to be rude," he said with a gentleman like charm. "But I don't have anywhere to stay, and was wondering if maybe you'd let me stay here." Her eyes got so big he wondered if he'd somehow scared her absentmindedly.
"Oh, of course you can! I rarely get visitors, except for Finn and Jake occasionally…" the lord of evil froze.
"Did you say, Finn?"
Yeah! First chapter! I hope you guys liked it. I couldn't think of a good name for Marceline's dad, so I used the name of his voice actor. R&R tell me how you felt!