Marceline Abadeer was an nine-year-old being protected by a forty-nine-year-old, Simon Petrikov. She has been with him for five years now. That was all about to change...

They were walking through the woods, Simon held her hand tightly. This was the only way off this side of what once was a town. They salvaged what they could, but then had to leave. Marcy, being as skinny as she was, sill wore her overalls and red shirt, but they were getting a little tight. All they could do was rip the sides to make it a little bigger. As for the shoes, well they had to hit the road. Now she walked in socks. Simon didn't approve, but they couldn't find another pair. Simon cared a crown on his side. He hated it as much as Marcy did, maybe even more. It's power kept him alive, so he couldn't fully hate it. The down side was, it made him go crazy. His beard was whiter and longer than it ever has been, and his skin was ice blue. Marcy worried for him. He also worried for his own sanity. He avoided using the crown as best he could, but sometimes he had no choice. a sound of groans came from behind them.

"What is it, Simon?" a creature came out from the woods. Marcy gasped. "A monster!" Simon picked up Marcy. She was a little heavier now, but he managed. He ran all he way to the end of the woods, but he didn't reach the clearing. They were starting to get surrounded by the monsters. This was one of those times Simon had to sacrifice his life. He put little Marcy down and reached for his crown she tried to protest, but it was no use.

"Marcy, I have to! Just stay close to me." He placed the crown on his head. "Hehehehehe! No creature can with stand the powers of ICE AND SNOW!" He started to freeze the monsters and cover them in snow. He blew them away with cold wind and ice, they were all gone with in a few minutes, but then he couldn't take off the crown. He couldn't stop.

"Simon! They're gone! Take it off!" He flew high overhead and started to freeze the entire forest! Marcy was a skilled tree climber, so she found a tree and up she went. "Simon!" she yelled. The top was frozen, so she cracked it open with a stick. "Simon! That's enough!"

"NO! It will not be enough until this entire plane is completely covered in ICE!" Marcy took the stick and aimed for the crown. It met its target and tumbled to the ground along with Simon. Marcy climbed her way down to meet him.

"Simon! Are you okay!?"

"How dare you?! You pathetic child! You dare knock the crown off this king's head!" Marcy slapped him across the face.

"SIMON! WAKE UP! Your not a king and you're SCARING me!" Simon shook his head and locked eyes with the little girl.

"Did I... Did I say something?... Again?" Marcy nodded. "I'm sorry. I had to put it on... to protect us." Simon cupped his hands on his face.

"It's okay... I guess. Oh, and I'm half sorry for slapping you." Simon looked up with a slight smile. Marcy stood and helped him up. she walked over to the crown and held it out to him. "Just... keep it under control."

"I'll try." They walked through the snow and met the vest plain before them. "Hey, Marcy, want to sing a song?" Simon only knew one song, but Marcy enjoyed listening to it.

"Sure!" So together, hand in hand, they sang.

"Making your way in the world today, takes everything you've got. Taking a break from all your worries, sure would help a lot. Wouldn't you like to get away? Sometimes you want to go where everybody knows your name, and they're always glad you came. You wanna be where you can see, our troubles are all the same You wanna be where everybody knows Your name."

They giggled. Simon sighed with a smile and looked around.

"Hmm. We should set up camp, but not here." They walked until they found a spot that satisfied both of them. Simon made a fire and got out a couple of caned goods. One was a pear can, the other had peaches. "Which do you want?"

"Neither! I want red!" Marceline only eats shades of red, but that worries Simon. He's afraid that the color red wont be enough.

"I'll look." He still finds as many red things as he can find. He finally came across a can of strawberries. "Eat some berries. That doesn't mean just the color."

"Okay." She sunk her fangs in the can and turned it gray. Simon opened it and Marcy ate on strawberry at a time. She finish drinking the red then set it a side.

"Marcy..." Simon said sternly. Marcy sighed and ate a few berries. "Okay, time for bed." Simon set down the sleeping bag for Marcy. She crawled in and Simon kissed her forehead. "Goodnight, darling." He was about to leave when Marcy shot up and gave him a big hug.

"Goodnight. No matter what happens, I'll always love you." Simon was shocked at first, then he just hugged her back, and he smiled.

"I may lose my mind at times, but just know that I'll always love you as well. You're my little girl. I'll protect you as best I can." Simon tucked her in and said goodnight again. He sat by the fire and watched her. He always did this. He wanted to make sure nothing would hurt her. It took hours before he, himself fell asleep. His eyes slowly closed. When morning came, he heard screaming.

Marcy's...