Chapter 1: Cupid
I have another story called "The Plague." This is a Valentines Day special.
Valentines Day: my least favorite day of the year. "Finn, what's wrong?" Jake asked. "Nothin dude," I groaned into the pillow. "Finn, don't be a party pooper just because you haven't had a valentine for the last four years." he replied. I chucked my pillow at Jake. Easy for him to say; he had the same valentine for six years straight: Lady Rainicorn. "Three more days till Valentines Day. Three more days," Jake said singing songingly. I looked down at my blue list sitting on the glossy countertop. "Tree Trunks. Too old. Susan. Too scared. Turtle Princess. Too quiet. LSP. Wait... why the lump is she on this list? Flame Princess. Maybe. Marceline. Maybe. Bubblegum. Maybe," I mumbled. My best friend skipped around the tree house. There is too much happiness in the air.
"I'm going out," I paused. "Okay," he laughed. I knew he wasn't listening, so I decided to mess with his head. "I'm going to rob an f-in bank," I smiled. He kept on smiling and mumbling. "I'll kiss your wife and stare at your children tonight in their sleep," I giggled like a stalker. Still Jake was unfazed; I cried,"I'm going to eat your everything burrito!" "No, anything but that!" he exclaimed. I shook my head lightly at the dog. He was still the same after being married all these years: burrito comes first. I yanked my jacket off the coat stand and bonded off. I gently put the denim jacket on my shoulders. As I jumped down from the tree house, I bumped into someone. "He he ho ha! Guess who you saw?" the man asked. "Magic Man! What do you want?" I growled.
"Some people know me as Cupid. There is a girl that loves you stupid. However, you are too busy chasing others. So, all she can do is blubber. Let's spice it up. I'll put a spell on all the girls to make them lovestruck with you and give you three days to find the love cup. When you fall in love with a girl, all the girls will no longer be lovestruck. Oh, and if you reject two of them, I'll give you a buck." he riddled nasally. "No, why would I agree to that?" I asked the insane maniac. He was as dangerous as Marceline, but he was crazy. However, the old adage says crazy people are the most dangerous. "What? All I heard was 'I agree!' Very well Finn!" exclaimed Magic Man. He thrust a green fist into the sky and laughed as lighting started streaking the the grey background. He pivoted on his yellow boot and threw a punch in my way. I tried to dodge it seeing it get closer to my face, but all I saw was black.
- Not a one shot. There will be five chapters. Sorry for grammar errors. I'm rushing. Tomorrow I should have one up. Happy early Valentines Day.