This is a story between Hunson Abadeer and Fionna, sorry if it's not that amazing, first time writing a fic! Wow, here I go!
* Hunson doesn't look like he does in the actual cartoon, he looks more serious.
"The name is Fionna, and I've been knocking on your door for a while now! I have no idea where I am or what's going on, can you tell me how to get out of this place?" Hunson could tell she was afraid, good. Everyone who visits should be afraid, it's only fair, right? "Fionna huh?" He raised an eyebrow curiously. "I know someone who looks like you." He stood up straight, finishing fixing his tie. He put a hand on her chin. "You look an awful lot like Finn." Fionna slapped his hand away and stepped back. "Are you related to him? Strange, I thought he was the last human... Whatever, look just come in. Demons will be here shortly." He walked inside and held the door open for her. "Well?"
"I dunno man, you were all touching me and junk." she put her sword away but heard the demons from a distance and quickly went inside. "But I'd rather be in there than out here any day." She moved her hair out of her way and looked around the giant home, filled with books and paintings. "Wow, nothing like I imagined it at all... So uh, what's your name?" She looked up at the tall blue man, curious to why he was so different from the other demons. He went over to a shelf, resting one hand on his hip and another sliding along old and new book covers. "I'm Hunson, my dear." Clearly focused on finding the book, Fionna grew more and more curious about him. "Ahh, here it is." He removes a big old blue book that appears to be used frequently. "I use this to get to a friend's place from time to time. Have you heard of Death? Prismo perhaps?" He looked over at her while opening the book.
Fionna shook her head but stated, "Oh wait, Death? Yeah I met her. She was kind of weird at first, but then I found out she's pretty rad. Anyways, is that book going to tell me how to get home?" she walked over to him to get a closer look at the book. "Maybe, I'm still looking for anything that says a place called Aaa. Are you sure it's not Ooo?" He lowered the book so she can have a better look as she desperately wanted to see. "Because I have a portal in the other room to get there." He pointed over across from them. She looked to where he pointed and looked back up at him saying, "Well, I would go through if I lived in Ooo, but I told you already scary guy, I live in Aaa
." She quickly flipped through a few pages and sighed as quick as she searched. "I can't beleive I'm in this mess." She walks away towards a window and looks outside in the firey landscape filled with screams and tears. He watches her go over to the window and closes the book in his right hand, putting it on the nightstand near by.
"Well, look I can't babysit some kid, okay? Either you go to Ooo or go find a way back to Aaa." She turned around, upset he would just tell her that and that she had to keep repeating herself. "Would I have come here if I knew a way back?!" Hunson hated it when people yelled at him, even though he loved to do it himself. "Listen here you little brat," his pupils began to dialte again and extended his arm into a long black arm, wrapping around her waist and shoulders. "I don't care if you are a princess, human, or whatever! You don't come in my domain upset and yelling at me for not helping you out! I should take your soul and make you regret doing so!" He got close to her face, he felt her heart race and her body struggling grow more and more in his grasp. "No! Let me go you jerk!" She tried reaching for her sword, but it was out of reach as he got a stronger grip. "No please! L-Let me go!" she winced in pain and started to feel crushed under him. "I won't yell again!" she struggled to say and began breathing roughly. "I couldn't hear you, say it again! Beg for mercy!" he was about to crush her, but didn't. Hunson loved it when his prey began to break underneath him.
"Do it." he approached closer to her face and quietly whispered in her ear, barely audible over her life clinging breaths. Her heavy breathing felt wonderful against his neck and cheek, he wanted more of it, but decided to let her go. He'd rather not kill her, let her suffer some more. "N... Okay!" she yelled, letting out a few tears and gets dropped on the floor by his feet, grasping her throat and barely being able to sit up. "I'm sorry..." she curled up in pain. He put a foot on her waist, rolling her over to her back and keeping his foot over her stomach, kneeling down by her face and tilted his head to the side. A wide smile quickly stitches across his face. "Good. As for further punishment since it took you longer than most people to beg, you'll be staying here as my personal servant. My last one died of... Unknown causes, hehehe." a quick flashback of his last servant's soul being sucked up by Hunson.