Author's Note: This idea's been swirling around my head for almost a year now, and while I was originally planning to wait before beginning to upload it, the recent announcement of the Adventure Time episode Betty has urged me to start posting. I don't know if I'll finish by then but I'm hoping to at least get started by then.

Here's a horrifically misleading prologue!

Adventure Time Presents:

"SIMON THE KING"

-Prologue-

by John

He was only a young man at the time, twenty-seven years old, college nearly finished. Wild brown hair feathered out from behind his piercing blue eyes, held back by a pair of glasses. He usually wore a red bowtie and a brown suit - needless to say, Simon Petrikov, the hopeful antiquarian with a fascination with superstition, was ready for the next chapter of his life to begin. He gently placed his newest artifact on the shelf of his study, where he usually placed a favored relic, smiling at it.

Ah, yes, he'd just returned from a trip to Scandinavia, which by it's fourteenth day had seemed like a failure as the bitter cold ravaged him, when an old dock worker approached him, practically begging him to take it. The dock worker was an old man with a long nose, short and in a cloak. The dock worked told him it was old, ancient, and Simon was happy to take it from him. He had brought it back to America with little issue, and now that he was home he was ready to show it off to the most important person in his life.

Simon let out another small smile as he straightened it on the shelf and dusted himself off, waiting eagerly for- RING. RING. He smirked, adjusted his bowtie and opened the door, grinning, a blush crossing his face. The woman who stood there was nearly his age, perhaps a little younger or older, with large glasses and big green eyes, long straight red hair and a mischevious smirk, wearing a green turtleneck sweater. "Hello Simon." she told her fiancee of eight months.

"Good to see you, Princess." Simon said back with a light chuckle, wishing he was more suave with words. She was always the confident one, and he was the nerdy mess, and yet somehow she'd chosen him, and he was more than happy to have her, taking her hand and giving it a light kiss. "Come in Betty, I have something I'd like to show you." he promised with a smile. He always showed her whatever artifact he'd brought home - and somehow, she always found it fun to see his discoveries.

"Ooh," she smirked confidently, eyes half-lidded suggestively, "I thought you'd find something nice on your little trip." she said, strolling in and sitting down on the couch, fingers clasped together in her lap, "Scandinavia must've been loads of fun, I'm sure." she said sarcastically, having never been a fan of cold climates. She liked hot chocolate and warm coffee over cold milk or iced tea. Her eyes scanned the room to find whatever it was her fiancee had found.

Simon chuckled, "Well, I was going to wait until after dinner, but all right." he turned back to the shelf, picking it up and turning to show her. It was a beautiful but simplistic crown, made of a heavy gold, with four sharp points coming up, the highest point in the middle of the 'front', with red rubies inside the three front points. Simon smiled, "Isn't it nice? The old dock worker said it was ancient." he chuckled, "He also said it was worthless, but look at these rubies? Probably enough to pay for something nice." he smiled at her. Something nice like a wedding ring perhaps.

"Oh, Simon!" Betty shook her head and laughed, "You're such a silly man." she gave him a kiss on the cheek and laughed. "It really is a nice crown though, probably the most luxurious item you've discovered." she said with a chuckle.

"I bet." Simon said, holding it up, "Watch this, Princess." he told her with a gleeful smirk as he lowered it on his head. As soon as the golden crown touched Simon's scalp, the man froze. In seconds, everything Simon Petrikov had understood in his entire life changed as the crown began taking hold and merging it's mind with his own.

The King, the former Simon Petrikov, couldn't put his finger on what came first. The sudden shiver and total feeling of coldness all around him, the colorful blob-like creatures suddenly floating around everywhere, the sudden visions of destruction and death, or the rush of power and control through his fingertips.

Any thoughts he had previously disappeared from his mind, wiped away as his eyes turned white and he made a toothy grin. The visions. The whispers. It was all so strong and encompassing, as if he was a part of something far larger and more powerful than himself.

"Princess..." the King mumbled. The primitive instincts still in control of his mind only made one association to his previous thoughts - princess. He needed his princess, the woman he'd marry. He had to keep her safe from the strange creatures blurring his eyesight. "I will protect you, Princess!" he vowed, raising his hands into the air, grinning wildly as a ball of ice and snow began forming from nowhere, as if magic.

The colorful, magical creatures that blurred his vision and eyes were unphased by the explosion of energy, a light blanket of snow on the floor, small pockets of items in ice. Yes, everything was peaceful now. As it should be. As long as he had the secrets of the ice and snow, he'd never be alone again - and he would have control.

And then, suddenly, Simon broke through again, removing the crown, "Well, what did you- ah!" he stepped back, watching the snow melting before his eyes, the colorful creatures seeming to fade, "Betty? Where are you?" he looked around, looking down at the crown in his hands, "Oh bread balls, what have I done?"

To Be Continued...

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