Hello hello, it's me. The author who did that really shitty fanfiction of Simoline, like, a year ago. I decided that it was time to update that shit but I'm not going to be posting it on my old story because then it'll be switching from good to bad from every other chapter. Sooooo, after I finish re-writing it and finishing this, I'll delete the old one. :D
Also, please do not review if you hate Frostbite/Simoline. I don't hate on Fiolee or Fubblegum (There is that in here tho) or Finnfire or any other kind of ship you can think of. This is a small minority of a shipping and I like it. You can throw your complaints in the complaint box but I DON'T CHECK THAT SHIT. \( #`⌂´)/┌┛︵ /(.□. /)
Anyways, if you wanna read the old version, you can just check in my stories at it's there. Please read and review at your leisure and enjoy!
Sunlight streamed through the open window of the tree house. Leaves whispered as a breeze disturbed the quiet aura of the bedroom. Clouds floated lazily away from the sun as it reached the top of the sky. A young blond human boy fussed around a kitchen inside the ancient tree house, gathering his clothes among other things. A yellow pit-bull lazed in a dresser drawer which had been made into a make-shift bed, shaken from his sleep by the noise coming from the floor below him. Not a few seconds later the boy called for him, causing the dog to groan aloud, but he did not argue.
The dog stretched his legs down to the floor to avoid jumping off, before returning to his normal height. Scampering down the wooden steps, the dog was greeted by the sight of his adoptive brother. The human boy grinned at the dog as he slipped on his black shoes.
"Mornin' Jake." Finn greeted as he shoved on his left shoe before standing up. Jake smiled and gave him a good morning as well before walking into the kitchen to make breakfast for the two. They had to hurry, though. Today was a special day of sorts.
"Do you think she'll let us use the machine?" Finn asked, his mouth half-full of toast as he hurriedly ate.
"I doubt it dude." Jake replied as he scarfed down some eggs while sipping coffee, reading off a newspaper that was set upon the table. Jake always made breakfast, no matter how pressing something was. "I just hope it doesn't take all day. I got a date with Lady Rainicorn tonight."
"It's a time machine, mang!" Finn threw up his hands, smiling his toothy smile. "If you're late, just use the time machine!"
"Hah!" Jake laughed good-heartedly before finishing his plate, which Finn had done a long time ago. "Ready to go buddy?"
"How could I not be ready?" Finn shouted as the two ran down the stairs, past BMO who waved enthusiastically as they retreated. As soon as they hit the grass, Jake stretched out his torso as he mimicked the length of a rainicorn. Finn hopped on, "This is going to be awesome!"
They bounded toward the Candy Kingdom, which came into view as they passed the mountains and the forest, leaping over fallen trees and ponds. The wind whipped through their respective fur and hair. The day was truly lovely; perhaps not exactly weather to time travel in, but anyone arriving would be pleased. At Finn's left side, a bolt of darkness joined them as they headed towards the kingdom. Finn was somewhat startled, but soon recognized the blur to be his friend Marceline, the Vampire Queen.
"Hey." She smirked as she flew along with the two. She was cloaked in a dark coat and gloves to protect her skin from the sunlight, which she easily burned in. Her hair was tucked up in the hood of the coat, her face shrouded in shade.
"You comin' to the time machine thing too?" Jake asked as he heaved Finn on his back as they neared even closer.
"I had nothing else to do, and Bonny asked me nicely." Marceline mused.
"I can't wait to see what (or who) she'll be sending back." Finn grinned, causing the vampire to roll her eyes at the younger human. As she flew faster, it was a silent but obvious ploy to get them to race. It worked, of course. She swept past the two like the wind, temporarily putting Finn off balance atop his steed. Finn yelled in complaint, but he was soon drowned out as Marceline flew over the wall and into the kingdom. The vampire slowed to a halt as she reached the castle, with Finn and Jake on her heels.
"Alright, you win." Jake gasped, dumping Finn on the ground as he caught his breath. They entered the castle without any problem, the banana guards having become used to their presence after their so many visits. Peppermint Butler greeted them in the foyer, leading the quartet down a flight of stairs into the darkness of Princess Bubblegum's labs. The princess was hunched over a metal table, fiddling with electronics, but quickly looked up as they entered. The room was huge and filled with electronics and computer parts. On the wall in front of them was a huge contraption with multiple screens and flashing lights. Wires were scattered across the floor hazardously, two large circular indentations in the wall and the floor where the portals would most likely appear when the machine was activated. The princess set down her tools when she saw them and greeted the three.
"Hey you guys." The Princess greeted warmly, smiling at Finn mostly.
"Hey PB!" Finn was practically jumping up and down with joy. "You ready to do some time-travellin'?"
"Not exactly, no." Princess Bubblegum reluctantly answered, causing Finn's face to fall. "This is only a test-run, and the machine is only built to take so much information from one time to the other, so it may malfunction. It'll take a few minutes to set a few coordinates and get it warmed up. You can go and wait in the main hall for now, guys."
Finn and Jake groaned but did as they were asked, dragging their feet upstairs. Marceline, however, stayed behind and watched the princess input the coordinates into the machine. On the screens were multiple shots of Finn and Jake's tree house, the two boys running from the tree excitedly which Marceline recognized as a few minutes ago. Marceline shook her head with disappointment. Slowly Marceline made her way behind the princess, scaring her as she turned around. "Boo."
"Hey!" PB put a hand to her chest, frowning but not angry.
"Sorry. I just wanted to wait till you were done for me to ask a few questions about your thingy." Marceline pointed to the time machine.
"Oh?" PB smiled, "You're actually interested in my machines now?"
"Well, kind of." The vampire shrugged, "Like, could you use it on people or whatever? How far back can it go?"
The princess was not deflated, "Well, in theory it could be used on peeps, but at this testing stage I wouldn't attempt it. Any mortal creature that uses it might be injured when they come out on the other side, not to mention the potential side-effects of staying in the past for too long. I think the machine could probably go back past even the Great Mushroom Wars, but I wouldn't want to tempt fate and change the future drastically."
"Cool." Marceline nodded as her thoughts clearly somewhere else having heard that. "Thanks."
"No problem. I'll go see if Finn and Jake are ready." The Princess replied graciously before going upstairs.
Marceline floated towards the device, staring down at the keyboard in which the princess used to input the coordinates and time. Marceline knew enough about old-world devices to work it without breaking it. She carefully typed in the time period, telling herself that she didn't know if this wasn't going to work or not, that she didn't even have a plan. But she knew she wanted to go back so badly, to see him again. On screen once again there were multiple shots of the time Marceline had chosen. It was a barren and destroyed city, old world vehicles overturned, some burning. Creatures Marceline only knew as mutants stumbled around, green fluid oozing from the holes in their bodies and spilling onto the ground. She knew she would find him there.
Pressing a red button Marceline could only identify as the ON switch, electricity zapped through the air as the machine began to run. She heard footsteps coming from upstairs, but that was a background noise as the portal shot into existence in the first indentation. It was nothing like the portals to the Nightosphere, as it was purple and almost transparent in nature. Marceline didn't have time to study it, however, as the Princess and the boys came in. Princess Bubblegum took in the scene with lightning-quick observations before her eyes settled on Marceline.
"What are you doing?!" She shouted as she began towards the vampire. Marceline didn't have time to explain, or even to reason with herself as she felt the portal drawing her in. Sticking out her tongue, she only managed a quick "See you later!" before jumping in. She felt her stomach jump into her throat, but she couldn't vomit while she was in there. It almost felt as if her body was contorting along with the vortex. She could hear the muffled yells of the princess behind her, but all she could feel now was the cold sensation as her body was being forced from the present and into the past.
The bubblegum princess stomped around the room in fright, for both her machine and the vampire who had foolishly used it for whatever purposes. How dare she use it, even after the princess had told her there was risk involved! A little calm part of her head told her that Marceline wasn't even a mortal, so there was a possibility that she wouldn't be harmed, but she was too outraged to acknowledge it.
"Guys, this is really bad." She said as she stomped from both sides of the room, practically creating a rut in the concrete floor. The two boys look from each other to the princess, concerned for both their friends. "The machine wasn't ready for transporting people yet! I doubted it would even work on people in a year without trial and error!"
"PB, I'm sure Marceline's alright." Finn stood, draping a comforting arm around the princess's shoulders. Princess Bubblegum smiled at the human boy, her lips parting as if to say something but her words were interrupted as the machine began to whirl, a new portal appearing in the indentation beside the other.
Princess Bubblegum froze, frowning. "The time machine will replace the young Marceline with the older. Because you cannot have the same two people in the same time period."
With a flash of light, a small girl was hurdled into the room by an unseen force. The child landed softly on a pile of stained rags, already unconscious from the ordeal. The three quickly hurried to the child as the portal behind them winked out of existence. The girl was young, maybe seven or eight, wearing a pair of overalls and a red t-shirt underneath. Her black hair was cut short. It seemed that even in youth the girl was a vampire. It was obvious by the grey skin and the pointed ears. The princess checked the child's breathing as it was obvious a vampire wouldn't have a pulse. She was breathing steadily, although faster than a child normally would.
"Call for Peppermint Butler— we need Doctor Ice Cream." PB commanded. "Now."
The air was cool, unnaturally so for this time of year. The breeze sent shivers down your spine and settling into your bones. The sun hung up in the air, the only thing to provide any comfortable warmth. There was the rustling of dead leaves that skittered across the ground in a hurry, chastened by the force of the wind. The fabric of her coat fluttered in the wind, waking her from her slumber. Her eyes slowly opened, adjusting from the darkness of her lids to the brightness of the sun that cast down on her. Hesitantly she pulled herself up, rubbing her eyes as she took in her situation. She had fell atop a hood of a car, the metal slightly distorted inwards from the force of her mass. Her body felt like one huge bruise, but otherwise she wasn't burned or critically injured, which she was happy about. Perhaps if a mortal went in, they would have died. To her right laid on the ground was a mutant, which seemed to have fell over as one of its legs had decayed rapidly. She felt no remorse as she looked upon it, as it still clawed in the air at her. She turned quickly, slipping from the hood and onto her feet, steadying herself on the car.
She walked across the blacktop, a sense of nostalgia filling her. She had been through these streets before, a thousand years ago. It all looked so familiar, so sharp in her memory. She stepped over a puddle as she walked along, noting how nature seemed to be taking back the land, crawling across the walls of buildings and sky-scrapers. Birds chirped incessantly, fluttering past in a horde. A flock of deer fled from Marceline's presence, trotting down main street. Marceline could feel a memory pushing at her, when the bombs didn't go off. Vehicles that used this road daily and nightly, when buildings weren't toppled but filled with people twenty-four seven, working.
It reminded her of her mother. She puzzled at times when it came to her mother. She had never asked dad what had happened to her, other than when she was nine. She had received little to no answer. All she knew of her mother was that she was human to begin with and was changed into a vampire after Marceline was born. Her mother looked just like her, with long and unruly black hair and piercing eyes. Sometimes if she focused, she could remember a warm embrace, the smell of lilac and honeysuckle, the smell of freshly cut grass. She could remember the glimpse of pink human flesh and the dark color of her hair, the softness of her eyes. Marceline touched her cheek, wondering if she had those same eyes.
Her hair escaped from the hood and flew unbound in the wind. The streets were so quiet without the humans. Marceline wondered where all the humans went. She knew a lot of them died, the mutants could attest to that theory. But Finn was a human, and he was a thousand years in the future. Maybe there was a group somewhere in the world, where the humans had survived. Maybe her mom was there. But that meant nothing, because if she was then that would mean she had left Marceline. Or had lost her, which still wasn't much comfort. But she wouldn't have met Simon if she hadn't. It was a bittersweet condolence.
She was lost in thought when she caught sight of a campsite ahead, lodged between two cars and blocked off by an overturned semi. Marceline quickly turned invisible, hoping she hadn't given away her location. It could have been anyone's campsite, although she doubted it. Levitating over scrap metal and burnt plastic, she inspected the area. It definitely looked like where Simon would camp, so he had to be nearby. She decided she would wait for him here.
But then there was the issue of meeting him or just following him. Was little her here with him? Then why would they have left the campsite without taking anything? Simon had always said it was a good idea to pack up each time they left, even for a second. They never knew who would be around to take what they needed. Marceline landed atop the semi and sat down, hugging her knees to her chest and resting her chin on her knees. All she had to do was wait. At least, she hoped.
The best idea to her would be to follow silently. She didn't exactly want to destroy the time continuum or something by interacting with her younger self, although she really didn't believe in that bunk. If anything she could just say she was little Marcy's older sister or something to keep the continuum in check. Although she doubted it would come to that. Yawning, she watched the streets for any sign of movement. A few animals scavenged nearby in trashcans which had probably been cleaned out beforehand by other scavengers. She changed positions every few minutes because of her nerves— she never usually felt this nervous about anything. This probably even went over her nerves about seeing her dad after such a long time. But how could she not be nervous? She was finally going to see Simon again, after all this time waiting and trying.
She had been trying so hard for Simon. Trying to bring him back and out of the prison of his mind. She had been spending a lot of time with him, telling him stories of the past to try and jog his memory, scanning his bearded and haggard face for any sign of recognition. But she saw nothing. And she was let down every time. Reliving those memories always imbedded the knife in her heart deeper, twisting it harder. But she tried to power through it; for him. For Simon.
Shaken from her thoughts, her eyes gravitated towards a splash of snowy white hair in the darkness of the setting sun. She had no idea she had been sitting there so long, waiting for the man. She could feel the electricity of the moment in the air as she allowed herself to be seen. She chastised herself, but the damage was done. Simon had saw her.
Simon didn't look a day old from her memory. White fluffy hair that draped across his shoulders and down his back with a matching white beard, thankfully not as long as the Ice King's. His torn and ruined tweed suit hanging off of his skinny bones. Shattered and dirty glasses that somehow managed to stay together despite their disrepair. He visibly winced when he saw Marceline, which she realized probably couldn't make out her face in the shade the coat's hood provided. She held up her hands in the universal sign for "I mean you no harm" and stood, gently floating from the semi. Simon's hand shot to the crown on his hip, and rested on the glimmer gems of it.
"Don't." She warned, "Don't use that crown."
He halted, frowning at her as she slowly approached. "Have you been watching me? Have you taken Marcy?"
"She's gone?" Marceline cocked her head in disbelief. Well, that was one less thing to worry about, although she hoped her younger version was safe in the future, or somewhere. "Sorry, no, I haven't been spying on you."
"Yes." Simon continued non-too trustfully, squinting at the stranger before him. "Some sort of… portal sucked her in and I couldn't get her back. Been trying to find her all day."
"I'm sorry you lost her." She apologized, "Sorry I frightened you too."
Simon shook his head, "Who are you? What are you?"
Marceline opened her mouth, on the verge to say something, but stopped. Should she tell the truth? If she did go along with him, she knew that she probably couldn't keep up the lies for too long and he would figure it out. "You've known me for a long time, Simon."
Simon froze, "How do you know my name?"
Marceline didn't answer, instead looking to the sky. The sky had turned a dark grey, threatening rain upon them, and it looked nasty. "I don't think that tent could stand a bad downpour. Let's get inside." Simon took a look at the sky and nodded in agreement, but didn't comment. Simon gathered his supplies, Marceline not bothering to help because it might have looked suspicious. He led them into an apartment building nearby right before the rain came thundering down. Claps of thunder rang through the air, flashes of lightning throwing frightening shadows on the paint-peeling walls. The floor of the apartment was lumpy; the stairs difficult to step over as they climb up a few flights. Marceline was so lost in the experience she almost forgot she could fly.
They set themselves up in the least destroyed flat in the apartment. A part of the floor was sunken in and the couch was ruined, but otherwise it was functional enough. Simon laid down a sleeping bag for himself but didn't offer her one. She could understand— with little Marceline gone and a stranger showing up in her place, it did seem awfully suspicious.
As the rain came pouring down and the sun had completely gone, the need for warmth was vital. Simon pulled out a rusty old gasoline powered heater and poured fuel into the tank before starting it up. At first it roared to life but quickly lowered to a gurgle as it began to churn out heat. Simon looked up after setting the heater down, his face almost kindly now. "It'll take a bit for it to start up, but at least it will be warm."
The vampire nodded, her fingers tracing the outside of the hood of her coat before slipping it off, her hair unraveling as it was set free. She hid behind her hair a moment before taking in Simon's expression who seemed to be slowly taking in the sight. Marceline stared back, fear of rejection striking down her back. His expression was almost comical, his expression a mix of pain, déjà vu, and confusion.
"I know you Simon, because I'm…" Marceline trailed off a moment before choking it out. "I'm… Marceline."
Simon didn't seem to react, or even hear her. He just stared at her dumbly, his lips parted. He shook himself from his trance a second after, squinting at her, almost hopeful. "Where… is Marcy?"
"I don't know." She answered truthfully, "But I have a sense she's— I'm— I'm sure she's alright." Marceline answered weakly. "If she wasn't, I wouldn't exist."
Simon frowned, turning towards the window a moment. She could tell he was lost in thought once more. He often did this when she was little, as far as she could remember. One time she asked what he was thinking about, and he gave her two answers.
"I'm thinking about my princess." He said kindly, looking down on her with a sad smile. "But my princess is gone."
"Where did she go?" Little Marceline asked eagerly.
"I don't know. I hope that, eventually, I'll find her one day…" He trailed off. "But I also think about you."
"Good!" Marcy grinned, "I think about you too! Don't ever get hurt Simon!"
He laughed, "I'll try not to, my little vampire Queen."
"You're really Marcy?"
Marceline snapped back up, having been lost in memories of her own. She nodded, feeling her throat clog with emotion. The warmth of the room seemed to be too much. Simon seemed to be staring, but not into her eyes but at her cheeks. She lifted a hand, brushing the tears from her face as she felt a storm of sobs approaching. She heard Simon shift beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, the other pulling her towards him. She was practically in his lap when she rested her head against his chest. He began shushing her gently, running a hand through her hair.
"Marcy, don't cry." He whispered gently as she whimpered pitifully, her sobs slowing as he comforted her. He rubbed her back gently as she rested against him.
"What happens in the future?" He asked quietly after a moment.
She shook her head after a moment, an arm wrapping around the older man tightly. He sighed into her hair, deciding it was best not to argue with her while she was in such an emotional state. She allowed a few more sobs to escape before she settled against him, her breathing slowed as she fell into a peaceful slumber. Simon couldn't help but follow suit.
To be continued.