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A Link Between Worlds

Chapter 1: What Dreams May Come

-Finn-

Well... I honestly don't know what to write right now... but ever since I had a dream that just kept coming back to me night after night, Peebles told me to write them down on a notebook or a diary or something, for her to keep track in the name of science. I don't know what kind of science-y thing the Princess would get from this, but I suppose I could at least help her do something.

I suppose I should start this with what I kept dreaming of these past few weeks...

It was weird, it felt weird. All of my body seemed to be awake, though I know for myself that I was sleeping... And when I made the effort to open my eyes, I was surrounded in a field of white and nothing else. Nothing but an endless void of white, which is wonky by itself because every move I made with my body felt as if I was submerged in water, each movement a bit sluggish but I feel my limbs flow against whatever I was in. Like I said... it was weird, and a little bit scary since it felt like I was in the middle of a literal ocean of white.

But it wasn't exactly the weirdest thing to happen, oh no. It was this weird disembodied voice that seemed to be calling out for something, somebody, I don't know. She... it was looking for help, at least from what I could make out from the echoes that filled the space around me. I tried to respond to her screaming, looking at wherever I thought the direction the screams were from but I just couldn't find her. I felt so in the dark in a sea of light, and I freaking hated it so, so much! I just kept asking her where she is, and she kept giving out vague sounding wails that I could barely hear until... she just stopped so suddenly.

The sudden dominance of the silence made me panic after a while, that and the feeling of slowly drowning. Yeah, out of nowhere the feeling of water enveloping my body came to me and I began to feel out of breath, like my breathing was constricted. I couldn't speak anymore, let alone shout for help since it just made my chest tighten up more. This went on gradually, slowly, until I could barely breathe anymore and once I felt so close to suffocating I woke up abruptly, thrust back into the realm of reality both glad and distressed. Glad because I was alive, and distressed because of the really whack-out, messed up dream I just woke up from.

It really freaked me out, not because it was some distorted voice coming out of nowhere (I've had weirder dreams) but because it was a call for help and I couldn't come to her aid. The screams, though faint, were clearly from someone who needed me.

"I couldn't have done a thing" my mind echoed, but deep in my gut I felt like I failed. Like someone had died because I couldn't do anything to stop it... because I was right there when it happened... I could have saved that girl. I should have saved her.

It's just a dream, I know but I couldn't stand just letting that go. Confused, afraid, helpless... I wonder what other things the girl giving out the cries is feeling... I wonder if I could help them... her or whatever. I swear the voice is a girl's, Peebles just says it's hormones or some shizz, causing me to imagine "unsavory" things. I don't exactly know what she means by unsavory, but it's definitely not anything funky like what Jake is into.

Right now though, I'm just writing on a table under some umbrellas atop the treefort. The sun setting on the horizon and the beams of yellow, orange, red and violet light are reflected from the crystal-like ice mountains in Simon's turf, piercing the sky with the bold and vivid colors of the dusk. It was like a laser light show with each beam changing colors as the sun sinks further into the other side of the world. I know that I'm supposed to be all about adventuring, daring battles and brazen heroics... but the quiet moments are pretty darn nice too, so taking them whenever the opportunity appears is always on my mind.

Seeing Ooo for all it's glory, taking the time to look at the fruits of my efforts to keep this place safe. It reminds me of why exactly I'm doing what I do... I want to protect this world, this view, the people... I love these things too much to stop now, or ever.

But alas, the sun had already sunken deep into the other half of the world and the stars have already chosen to make themselves known, the flashy and conceited things. I don't look forward to sleeping tonight, getting a panic attack in the middle of the night isn't quite a good look for the hero of Ooo.

Here's hoping it gets better.

-Fionna-

I woke up in the middle of the night, in tears and sweat just trickling down my face. I had another one of those dreams... like I was just free falling from the sky and on to the ground, but the feeling never stopped because I never felt my body hit the ground... It always made me feel so powerless, so helpless... I couldn't help but scream, asking for someone to help me... more like begging for the ground to just collide with my body, granting me the swift death that comes with falling instead of making me wait, suspending me in the air shrieking in terror...

I honestly do not know what's worse: dying from the fall, dying from terror just waiting for the fall to suddenly stop, or my willingness to die just to make all of it go away...

This dream wasn't just some random one off that happened this night, this is recurring. It keeps coming back to me over and over again through the years... like a curse that doesn't quite know whether or not it wants to kill me now or later. But this time... it was a bit different, this time someone else is with me.

Yeah, somebody was with me in this dream. I didn't really see their face, just a field of white that could've bleached my eyes into seeing all white well into my waking moments, but I could hear a voice calling out for me, where I am and if I needed help. For the first time, I wasn't alone in my dream... so I took the opportunity to ask for help, responding to the cries but whoever was yelling couldn't hear me, so I screamed some more out of desperation but nothing happened still. It went on for a bit longer before I felt something hit my body like a ton of bricks. I finally fell to the ground...

Which brings me back to the start, tears flowing from my eyeballs and a thin layer of sweat covering my face with an oily sheen, wondering what exactly I've dreamt about and why... but I could only bury my face into my palms, shaking the thoughts out of my head whilst a little sigh escaped my lips, heading out of bed and to the kitchen to get a glass of water, or a face full if I really needed it.

I chose to give myself a splash of cold, refreshing water on my face. If I'm gonna keep on having those dreams then I'm not gonna be sleeping anytime soon. Looking at myself in the mirror, I start noticing a few bags forming under my eyes which are a telltale sign that these frequent night terrors are getting to me both mind and body.

The best I could really do is let out yet another sigh of exasperation and remove my clothes, turning on the faucet in the tub before going in. A bath in the crack of dawn, it's really a good time as any.

The water gradually filled up the tub, just stopping it short of the water reaching the tip of my nose as I laid there, closing my eyes and submerging my head further down, letting the cool caress of the water cleanse my whole body of oily sweat and my mind of it's thoughts. Bathing and swimming have always had this effect on me, like all of my problems and troubles would just... wash away when I'm engulfed in the depths of the ocean like natures own wake up call, making me feel refreshed, reinvigorated and most importantly; alert and awake. Too bad though, the ocean is pretty polluted when Prince Bubblegum showed it to me... maybe one day I could get to swim there once it's clean again...

I felt myself losing grip of my own senses as my mind threatened to shut itself off once more, so I raised my head to fill my lungs with a breath of fresh air before I began to actually take a bath, lathering my body and hair up with soap and rinsing myself off in quick succession. Then I rose from the tub, draining the water and after drying myself with a towel I returned to the bedroom to get dressed.

I threw on a loose shirt, several sizes larger than I could fit, but it was perfect since it felt like I wore a comfy night dress like in those old-timey movies me and Cake watched every now and then... my eyes then moved towards Cake, a smile curling upon my lips when I looked at how cute she is when she's sleeping. With a pleasant image in mind, I was prepared to sleep once more... hoping that there would be no more dreams when I returned to my slumber.

But when I finally felt tired enough to lay my head down... THE FRACKIN' ALARM CLOCK RANG AND I REALIZED THAT I HAD TO GO TO BUBBLEGUM'S PLACE TO HELP WITH CLEANING THE CASTLE WALLS!

I felt a nerve pop on my forehead, gritting my teeth as a blood curdling shout just shot up from my gut to my throat, wanting to be let loose upon my surroundings... but I merely sighed, getting out of my bed to get ready for the day... but I chose to go the lazy route and just stayed in bed and taking my journal out to write this all out.

The brilliant rays of dawn peered through my window, giving me some light as I tried to write this all down. Right now, I just wish that I could rest but that's just wishful thinking at this point.

I really hate Mondays.

End of Chapter 1