Hey! So I've been into Adventure Time and writing for quite a while now so I thought I'd have a crack at combining the two. Theres nothing M rated yet but it will eventually be so that's why the rating theres. I don't own AT, the show and the characters all belong to the wonderful Pendelton Ward.
Prologue
Campus was buzzing with students and families, everywhere you looked there was mothers crying over their babies leaving home, members of fraternities and sororities handing out flyers for their massive back to school parties, or seniors showing flocks of nervous looking freshman around the campus. There was a general good vibe in the air though. Everyone seemed excited to start their new life.
My Dad and I are almost finished unloading the rest of my boxes from the car, I know he doesn't approve of my being here. If he had it his way I wouldn't be running off to college to study music for four years, I'd be joining "the family business". Psss "family business", he runs a funeral home. Its been passed down our family for generations, that is until I was born. Dad tries to glamorise the place by saying stuff like "it's like collecting souls" but really he just works with dead bodies all day. It's gross. I honestly think that if I hadn't got accepted into college on a full ride scholarship he wouldn't have bothered helping to pay if I needed to.
Dropping the last box down on my dorm room floor with a thud Dad started shuffling around nervously, scratching at his head and looking around everywhere besides directly at me. It was like he didn't know how to act around me, you'd think we were complete strangers. We never were good with the emotional side of things, the longest conversations we've had tended to be more arguments than talks. He finally broke the silence between us and it took me back a little bit, "Good luck Marcy, I'm going to miss you Kiddo." He then opened up his arms gesturing for a hug, I walked over to him and let him pull me in tightly, he always smells faintly of sulpher, probably from the crematorium. When I was little I used to pretend he went to the underworld every day for work and that's why he smelled kind of demonic. If pretending your dad was the leader of Hell doesn't represent a dysfunctional relationship, I don't know what does. "Thanks Dad. I'll miss you too, I'll be home at the holidays don't worry." Giving me one last tight reassuring squeeze, he headed out the door. The sound of the door locking into place made everything feel so final and real. This is it, I'm officially a college kid. Living on my own – well, I have a roommate, who I've yet to meet, but still pretty independent.
After unpacking all my stuff, my roommate still hadn't arrived. Maybe I lucked out and they decided not to show – whole room to myself. I didn't want to hang around all day in an empty room, but I also didn't want to miss the first impression of who I'm going to be living with for the next year. I sat on my bed and started picking away at my axe bass, it's deep mellow sound filling the room. I haven't been able to find any inspiration for lyrics lately so I've been trying to at least get a tune down before anything else but nothing groundbreaking has happened yet. Everyone says college is where you "expand your mind" and "discover yourself" or whatever so hopefully it will re-spark my inspiration and creativity. Sitting here alone playing the bass is making me feel like I'm back in high school. Countless lunch breaks spent alone in the music department. Not that I minded most days, I enjoy my own company, especially when I have my music. But there was a lot of times in school where I sat alone more out of other people's choice to avoid me rather than me wanting some peace.
It's not like I didn't have any friends or that I was unapproachable, not for the first half of school anyway, it all started to go downhill after people found out I was gay. For some weird reason it made a lot of people uncomfortable and they wound up turning on me and shutting me out. Thus beginning two years of solitude. I grunt at the still fresh, painful memory and run my hands through my hair. Fuck them. College was going to be different, hell everyone's a little gay in college. As I stood up to put my bass away the dorm room door finally clicked open, and my roommate walked in. Oh god. There's no way I was this unlucky. There's no way the universe was this cruel.
"Marceline!?"
Well there's the first chapter. I'm doing this for fun and to practice at my creative writing so I hope it was enjoyable. Constructive criticism is always welcome. Thanks!