Author's Note:
Uh, hey! This is my first fan fiction attempt so I hope it's not to horrid, yeah? Anywho, just to clarify, this story is about Simon and Marceline's FRIENDSHIP. I don't know if there is a ship between those two, but I don't ship it, no offence if you do! Basically going to be about what they went through together, how they met and whatnot. I have a faint idea of what I want to do, but if you've got any suggestions, please don't be shy, just let me know what they are! Please enjoy. (:
-TurtlesAreCool
The air was slightly chilled and soft breezes breathed through the atmosphere. The sun's rays barely touched the Earth's skin as dawn began to break through night's cruel darkness. Other than the periodic whispers from the wind, the world was mute. Nature did not sing its song through birds or other creatures but was still and eerie. Simon only broke the silence with the soft padding of his footsteps. For nearly a day now he had been following a paved path, which may have once been a highway, in search of a suitable place to settle for some time. His journey so far had worn on his old bones. The weight from his food-filled pack ached his back, the sleeping bag bruised his neck and the crown strapped to his leg suffocated his thoughts. Despite all this, he continued to walk.
Simon's movements halted and his eyes narrowed. Where the orange-red sky clung to the Earth's rough surface was, what seemed to be, shadowy shapes of houses. Being the optimist that he was, Simon siphoned energy from this new found hope. Feet working faster and arms pumping harder, he neared the silhouettes. As luck would have it, the houses became clearer, and were indeed, houses. His pace became much slower as he entered the remains of "Woodinville" (at least that is what the sign said). Simon let out a soft sigh and took in the small town. An obvious rest stop for travelers back in the day, all that was left of Woodinville was a grocery store (probably empty at this point) by a gas station, a few small homes and a diner by the name of Woodinville's Diner (man, people back then were creative). Small as it was, Simon saw it to be very fitting to his needs. Deciding that there may be supplies hiding in some of the buildings, he started toward the grocery store. As Simon predicted, most items had been taken or opened and haphazardly thrown aside. Walking through the aisles, Simon's eye caught on a lone can of chicken noodle soup. It looked unopened and perfectly fine, so he stuffed it in his bag and made way to the diner. The diner, unfortunately had very little to offer. Figuring that some of the empty bottles may come in handy, Simon grabbed one off a counter and moved on. The houses had many assorted goods. Some bandages, matches, clothes and even a bottle of alcohol.
By the time Simon had finished looting, the sun was casting large shadows from the west. He had chosen a decent sized house consisting of two bedrooms located upstairs, one bathroom, a living room and a kitchen to stay in. The old paint was peeling from the aged walls and floorboards squeaked as Simon moved about. He worked his way upstairs and into the bedroom on the right and let his heavy bag fall from his sore shoulders with a "kur-plunk!" at the edge of the bed. Searching through his pack, Simon finally grabbed a can of peaches to devour. Their taste was nothing all that wonderful, nor were they very filling, but Simon was running out of food and he had to make what he had last. After swallowing the last slice, Simon made his preparations for bed. He unrolled his sleeping bag on top of the worn-down mattress and fluffed his pillow. Quickly, he walked down the steps to the first floor. Simon then grabbed a wooden dining chair and leaned it against the front entrance of the house just so it was under the knob making it difficult to open from the other side. He did the same with the back door as well. Satisfied with his precautions for now, it was time for Simon to rest. He stopped by a window closest to the street in the room he had his things in. The only detectable movement was the golden leaves that fell to the ground from the perfectly arranged trees. The sight oddly made Simon feel at ease, and so, he shuffled into his sleeping bad for a well-deserved sleep.