Well here ya go. nice little idea of mine.
Disclaimer:I love adv. time and its puns, but if i did own it, which i dont, it would be a little bit more serious. enjoy
The beach was very quiet, almost silent. The sky was clear and bright with stars, the moon full and illuminating. The waves were softly lapping against the shore and everything was peaceful. Then a lone cloud, fluffy and innocent peeked over the horizon, and slowly made its way across the sky. It momentarily passed in front of the moon and the beach was dark. Then the beach came alive. A large gust seemed to come from every direction at once, converging on a single point over the ocean, a few yards away from the shore. The air pressure and temperature dropped on the beach followed by a pop and a burst of warmth. Then a splash was heard and everything returned to normal. The cloud moved out from in front of the moon and the night was bright and peaceful in the moons pale light.
A quiet sliding sound was heard moments later, matching the sound of waves on sand, the sound of a man, well, more of a boy, washing up on shore. If someone were around, they'd see he was around sixteen or seventeen, or somewhere in between with golden blonde hair slowly darkening with age and electric blue eyes that shone in the dark. He was about five feet and ten inches tall and thin yet well-muscled from years of adventuring. His name was Finn the Human, and he was unconscious, washed up on the shore of Ooo.
There was a small gurgling sound as black smoke seeped from beneath the hero forming into a small black cloud. Then white glowing eyes opened from the cloud and the fear feaster smiled.
"Finn, Finn the Human. Hero wake up!" the malevolent smoke being yelled at Finn. Said hero shook his head groggily and blinked at the spirit.
"Fear? What are you doing here?" the teen asked, slightly slurred as his senses slowly came back to him. He looked up at the smoky presence but it was gone. Confused, he began to get up to see where the Fear Feaster floated off to. His confusion and curiosity was immediately replaced by blinding pain throbbing through his head and clearing all thought except a silent cry of agony.
"What the hell?" he asked himself as soon as the mind numbing pain passed and he was once again gifted with the ability of thought.
"What am I doing here? Where exactly is here anyways?" he brushed his mid length hair out of his eyes, "And where is my hat?" Finn shook his head again and slowly dragged himself up the beach away from the water. Exhausted, Finn passed out.
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"Finn, wake up homie. P.B. just called and she wants us in the Candy Kingdom five minutes ago." Jake yelled as he rushed up the latter to their shared bedroom. Finn just groaned. He hated waking up. Sure he wanted to see Princess Bubblegum but mornings sucked for him.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming, I'm coming." Finn murmured as he got out of bed. "Just let me take a shower first." When he was younger, he had sworn he would never bathe, but as he got older he realized it was kinda gross to walk around in your own filth all the time and he decided to give up his dirty ways. Yep, that was why. It had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that P.B. said she hated guys who had B.O...
Finn finished up his shower and got dressed. Sheathing his sword and strapping on his pack he looked around for his beloved bear hat. His old backpack that Jake's mom had made for him had finally worn through and torn last year, so Beemo made him a new one out of leather to strap to his belt. Like a belt-pack. To be sentimental, Beemo had lined the inside with the left over material from the last one. Finn now wore his sword on his back in a sheath also made by Beemo. The root handled blade sticking over his right shoulder. He looked up onto his wall above his bed, the family sword. Jake's father had forged it with a demons blood giving it a red color and the ability to light anything it cuts on fire.
They learned that the hard way. Anyway, Finn didn't need to carry it around because Billy had enchanted it for him to come to his hand if called by name and the intention for it to come. He had named it Sanguine Ignis. Blood Fire, a fitting name in his opinion.
"Finn!" called Jake, "Come on P.B. will be waiting."
"Coming." Finn yelled back. Taking one last look at the red sword, he turned and left.
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Finn jerked awake. His dream was cut short but it seemed real, like a memory. He racked his brain for more information, possibly where he was and why he was there, but there wasn't anything. Going with the only lead he had, Finn got up. The headache was agonizing, but much less painful than the one from last night.
Looking around, he saw he still had his side-pack with some mildly soggy bread inside of it. Zipping it up he checked his back and saw that while his sheath was still there, his sword had fallen out while he was, apparently, floating in the ocean or sometime before. Regardless, it was gone. Finn attempted to call sanguine Ignis but nothing happened. Confused, he tried again…
Still nothing happened. He sighed, he had only his fists to protect himself and that wasn't changing anytime soon.
Turning away from the sea, he began walking. It was slow going but he didn't have a choice. He walked for several hours. After a while, he took out his loaf of bread and began nibbling on it. His stomach was protesting loudly, both wanting more and rejecting the disgusting food. Apparently his stomach was picky about a little mold. But it was food and food meant energy, meaning he kept it down whether his stomach liked it or not.
After another couple hours, he noticed the landscape begin to change. At first it had only been sand and weeds but slowly, more greenery was showing up and he was soon walking in a grass land.
Several more hours went by and as the sun was setting a lone building came into view. It was still miles away when the moon came out again. Exhausted once again, Finn walked off the road that had formed and began making a fire. He lied his head down on a rock and closed his eyes.
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This time, he didn't sleep as well. He kept tossing and turning, images of a stormy sea, bloody sailors, and the Fear feaster flashing through his head. But the most terrifying image of all was the one of Princess Bubblegum, shouting with a terrified look on her face, but Finn couldn't hear her.
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Finn's eyes snapped awake but he stayed perfectly still and his breathing never changed. It had taken him forever to master that trick but he hadn't given up until he could fool Jake's canine ears. He knew the feeling he had woken up to. His skin crawling and his hair standing on end, something was watching him. Listening closely, his breathing still unchanging; he could hear slightly doglike breathing. It definitely wasn't Jake, he could tell the difference, and it was a wolf. Then he heard a pop and a sizzle. A flame wolf, damn. The wolf lunged without warning and he was barely able to roll out of the way, stopping on one knee. He didn't expect it but a second wolf smashed into him from the side. He hit the ground hard but managed to grab the wolf by the neck. It was then the damn wolf decided to start to get hotter. Finn could hear a sizzle as the wolf started to burn his hands. Trying not to panic as the scent of burning flesh filled the air, his mind frantically scrambled for a solution to his predicament.
I've survived Giants, Cyclopes, Why-wolves, Marceline, Marceline's Dad, The Ice King, and fricken Death himself. I am NOT gonna be killed by a pair stupid fire wolves dammit! Finn thought as he grappled with the wild canine. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the other wolf, getting ready to lunge. A light bulb went off in his head and he smirked, eliciting a growl from the wolf.
"Not as dumb as you look, huh?" he asked rhetorically. The first wolf lunged and Finn jerked the second one in between him and the flying animal, causing the first wolves fangs to tear into its partner's throat in place of his own. The beast gurgled as it died and the remaining fire wolf struggled to undo its jaw lock.
Finn said, mostly to himself, "Did you know fire wolves explode when they die?" He didn't know if the wolf understood him or not, but he could've sworn the wolf's eye's widened slightly right before its former partner spontaneously combusted. Unfortunately for Finn, he was still in the blast zone.
Crossing his arms in front of his face, he felt the heat singe his hair, flames lick at his arms and torso, burning hot coals raining down on whatever flesh happened to be unprotected at that moment. The force lifted him off his feet and threw him several feet.
"Damn," he whispered, "just my luck" Sitting up made him light headed and he wondered why he had been able to go on so many adventures with and without Jake and come back with little more than a scratch but two days in the wilderness on his own gets him washed up on a beach with no idea how he got there, attacked by wolves, and almost incinerated in an explosion. Speaking of which…
Finn felt weird as he felt a very cool and refreshing breeze on his chest. Looking down, he almost threw up. His shirt was burnt to a blackened, soot covered crisp. Ash from his shirt was mixing with blood pouring out of areas where blisters had formed and popped in the heat, his whole chest was either a painful looking red or a scary looking black. His arms were in no better condition. He almost passed out again, and would have if he hadn't heard an ominous growl.
Turning his head, he saw the first wolf was still very much alive. Half its face was oozing blood, like his chest, and there were spots of missing fur everywhere. One eye swollen shut, you could see hate and malice pulsing from the fire wolfs one remaining black eye.
Getting to his feet, Finn yelled, "Well? Come and get me. I haven't got all fricken night!"
The wolf snarled and lunged. Finn made a sound that sounded remarkably close to the wolf's snarl, close enough to be described with the same word. He lunged as well and punched. The wolf bit down, but got nothing but empty air, the human's fist sail through the air and connected solidly with the fire wolf's black snout. A crunch could be heard as the snout shattered. A snap could be heard as the animals neck broke. A cry could be heard as the human was caught in a second explosion, this one burning his back and reducing what was left of his mildly protective shirt to ash. The hero was grateful as he sank into the merciful blackness of unconsciousness.
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Finn woke to the sound of fire crackling and the smell of food cooking. He groaned and thought, How many times am I gonna get knocked out? I mean come on. He grunted and decided to get up.
Bad idea! As soon as his body was off the bed, his knees gave out and there was a small series of popping sounds. A rush of pain pushed most thought from his head but he could swear he heard the soft patter of bare feet on hardwood floor and a quiet squeak, like someone who was surprised but couldn't quite get out a gasp. He could swear he felt hands on his shoulders but began to fade out.
When he opened his eyes he was on the bed again and he could feel tightness on his chest. Raising his head slightly, he could see it was covered with crisp white bandages, as were his arms. He was just starting to sit up again when he felt two small hands on his chest push him down. He hissed in pain and was about to bite the head off the person who would do this when he was injured. He even opened his mouth but was interrupted.
"You're not very smart are you?" said a small high voice. It sounded like a young girls and seemed to reverberate with anger and worry. Cracking an eye, Finn saw a face he found vaguely familiar. She had a thin face with two big eyes, one a bright emerald green, the other a warm chocolate brown, Heterochromia, That's what P.B. called it. And he only knew one person with that. He didn't even have to look at the patched rag of a dress or mismatched stitched socks, or even the tiara made of a large shard of broken glass. It was Raggedy Princess.
Finn opened his mouth to speak but she interrupted him again.
"Don't speak." She snapped at him then turned around and began collecting items from around the small cottage. Finn realized this must have been the building he saw in the distance before being attacked by the fire wolves.
She walked up, looking less angry but still kinda pissed. "How did you manage to beat two fire wolves anyways?" she asked, "Most people couldn't stand to touch them, much less beat them to death." Finn just raised an eyebrow, as if to say 'I thought I wasn't supposed to talk.' R.P. rolled her eyes but he could see she was trying to hide a slight blush. He supposed it was because his hat was missing. Marceline always told him he should leave it at home because he was handsome without it; she always said his eyes seemed to glow when the sun shined off his golden hair. Like she would know, crazy vampire, she only ever saw him without his hat when she stole it from him, and that was at night. He really needed to talk to her about spying on him and Jake. And he never understood how she managed to blush after saying this, her eyes would get this far away 'soul search-y' look and all he would be able to think about is why she could blush when she was cold to the touch and had been undead for 1000+ years.
Mentally shaking these thoughts from his head, he returned his gaze to Raggedy Princess and watched as she removed the bandages from around his throat, wincing slightly as the warm air in the cottage stung against his burns, and rubbing a cooling salve on it.
"Okay," she said finally after replacing Finn's bandages, "you can talk now, I just needed to check my stitches and put on some aloe. I'm Addie by the way, Addie the Raggedy Princess." She did a curtsy and put on a small comforting smile.
Finn hadn't known her first name, and he realized without his hat she wouldn't recognize him as she hadn't seen him since she gave him his repaired backpack after the Lich incident. Finn smiled warmly.
"Hey, great to see you again, Addie." He said knowingly as she got a confused look on her face.
"How do you…" she trailed off as began to place where they had met, "Finn?"
He laughed, "You look totally mathematical R.P."
Addie squealed and glomped Finn, squeezing his mid-section in a hug that made him see stars. His burns were screaming for attention and he could swear he popped some stitches. Then as suddenly as the hug began, it ended. Addie backed off with an angry look on her face, her mismatched eyes flashed and she slapped him across the face. Finn's head held its struck position and the sound reverberated off the walls. Sitting up, Finn touched his face looking stunned and just a little hurt.
"Wh…" Finn began but was silenced by Addie putting one of her pointer fingers to his lips. She motioned for him to follow and ran to the window. Curious, Finn cautiously stood up and limped across the room. His left leg was killing him, causing him to favor his right slightly. Addie pulled back the curtain showing the scene beyond.
Finn didn't know how he missed it before, but it was painfully obvious to him now. The countryside was in ruins. The large orchard that Tree Trunks had grown with R.P. was gone. Replaced with cleanly cut stumps and twisted burnt trees that had apparently been too difficult to cut. The sky was oddly overcast and the grass was yellow and sickly. The dirt was dry and cracked. This earth was dead and nothing would grow here but weeds and bitterness. The worst part of all was on top of the hill, in perfect view of the window, where Tree Trunks's prized apple tree had sat, was now a headstone. It read:
Here lies Tree Trunks, a farmer, a friend, a loved one. May she forever Rest In Peace.
That was it, two measly sentences made by people who didn't even know the kindly old elephant. But upon closer inspection, Finn could see there was something else scratched into the stone grave marker. It chilled Finn to the bone and made his head spin.
Scratched into the headstone was a second sentence. In terrible, unpracticed handwriting, it said:
All Finn's Fault!
Bumm bumm buuuuuummm. ive had this idea in my head and i have no idea where it came from but i like it im not gonna give away much but if something as small as tree trunks gardens like this, imagine the situation the rest of Ooo is in. Why was Finn on tha beach? where is Jake? Why is Finn having such bad luck all of a sudden? igk...:)
let me know what you think. peace out.