Sketch: Yo people. Listen, TWISTKID, does NOT own Adventure Time. He only likes to draw pictures of his adventure in the story... so... yeah... Please go easy when criticizing him. This is his first published story.
"W-w-were… where am I?" Sketch asked as he glanced up at the ceiling once he awakened.
He stirred slightly and sat up in a bed. Rubbing his head as he rose up, He then glanced around the room. Squinting to see the details of the whole area under the dimly lit room.
The room had silver wallpaper and a small desk in a corner of the room. The floor looked to be metallic. It was difficult to tell to be true.
"Hello?" Sketch yelled at the door near the foot of his bed.
The lights flick on, and become bright. "GAH! My eyes!" he shouted as he covered his eyes from the blinding flash.
Sketch rubbed his eyes and slowly opened his eyes to adjust them to the brightness.
He placed his feet to the floor. And was immediately greeted with a blood curdling chill. It sent a shiver down his spine but he dealt with it with ease.
He walked to the door and tapped it. "Hello?" Sketch went. "Is anyone out there?"
No one replied.
"HELLO!" he screams, and begins to bang on the metal door. "LET ME OUT!"
Air pops out from the door with a puff of smoke. Then slowly opens with an automated clicking sound.
He steps out slowly. Being cautious of who… or what, could be waiting right outside the small room.
Looking left and right as he exited. Other rooms had opened, and 2 others stood outside them. To his left was a wall.
Sketch looked back to them with curiosity. Maybe they knew something?
"uh… hey!" he shouted at them.
The 2 turned to face him. The same look of panic and question on their faces as he had. 'They know nothing.' He thought to himself.
"Who're you?" the large blonde haired boy closest to him goes.
"Who the heck are you?" goes the girl behind him.
The 2 of us look to her, examining her body: blond hair, green eyes, slim figure, and a small scar down her left eye. 'An obvious story behind that cut.' He thought.
He felt drool form and run down my jaw, causing him to awaken from his zombie-like gaze, then wiped it away.
"Seriously… were am I, and did you 2 have anything to do with it?"
"no." went the tall guy.
The girl rubbed her eyes as though she was still tired. Then shrugged. "Nah." She went with a yawn.
"hmm," Sketch went with a unsatisfied glair. "Then who di-"
(KISHK!) came a loud sound from a door in front of him. Then the wall opened up with the same sound that came from the rooms door.
Inside was a smaller room with a notepad and pencils of all sizes.
As he looked back to the other 2, he noticed that the same thing had happened to them as well.
Sketch walked in with little knowledge of what could happen.
The screen flicked on with a grainy camera picture. Probably made a long time ago, or was shot on a handheld camera.
The woman on the screen looked familiar. Like a family member who you rarely saw.
She was pretty. With long, dark red hair that was balled on the back of her head.
She spoke softly. "Hello," she opened up with. "You're probably wondering where you are, right?"
Sketch nods his head as though the woman was actually speaking to him.
The video continues. "You see," she says. "You Sketch, and the other 2 children are very special." She says seriously. "You all are."
"Special?" he muttered in response.
"The reason that you don't remember your past is due to the way we left you." The woman sighed. "We left you in that room with the ability to put you into a form of anti-aging effect. Done by a chemical that would have ended in 200 years."
"T-t-t-twooo…" Sketch gaped at the words.
'I've been asleep for… 200 YEARS?' he screamed in his mind.
"Draw on the pads we've set out for you with the pencils we've pre-sharpened for you." The woman continued. "Doing this will show you your abilities… draw a dagger or something that's not alive."
He grabs a sketchpad and a pencil, and looks at them with interest. Then draws a dagger, just as the woman had asked. A strange feeling flooded from his body. And as he connected the final lines of the weapon, it rose from the page and clanged to the metal floor.
"Whoa-ly shizit!" he yelled as the blade nearly cut off his big toe.
He picked up the blade. It felt real… but… how was it even possible?
"This is possible due to the energy you 3 possess." She sighs. "You are able to bend small parts of reality to your will."
"Well I can see that!" yells Sketch.
"Holy crap!" came a holler from down the hall. Most likely the blonde giant.
"Wonder what his power is?" Sketch went.
"The others powers can be told by them." The woman continued as though nothing had just happened.
Sketch squinted at the screen, looking the woman over. "Who are you?" he muttered.
And as if he had asked her. She replied. "I hope you understand why we did what we did… it was because of the war." She began to cry. "And by the time you hear this, we'll all be gone." Her hands flying to her face to hide the tears. "Just remember," she said as she let her face show. "I love you pumpkin."
"…" Sketch was speechless. His mouth hung open slightly as tears began to form in his eyes. "My… mom…?" he said as the tears ran down his face. "She's my mom?" he said nearly at whisper volume.
His mother breaths in deeply, then proceeds to speak. "Follow the yellow line to exit the vicinity. I hope we won the war. If we lost…. Don't try to get revenge for us, just blend in with them… live amongst them." the woman sniffed. She then kisses her hand and blows it at the camera. "I love you."
"Mom…" Sketch gasped.
As she finished. An explosion engulfs her, and the camera. Sending it into a frenzy of black and white static.
"no!" he screams. "No, no, no, no, no!" he bangs his fists on the table on the table that the TV sat on.
It wasn't that he just saw his mom die that sent him into a spasm of anger, I mean, that was one reason. But what really triggered it, was that he couldn't even remember her name, or even how she was.
The TV raises, and a hidden hole under it showed a picture frame of him and mom.
Sketch picked it up carefully and stared into it. Hoping to get answers from it somehow. Answers that would never come in his life time.
His face hardens and the tears held up in his eye sockets. He had to be strong under these circumstances. He smashed the frame and pulled up the picture and folded it up, then wedged it into his front pocket.
A third secret door opens to his right suddenly. Nearly nudging him in the forehead.
He peered inside and a small wardrobe was inside. Along with a book bag that laid at the bottom of the locker-like space.
"…" he stared at the bag for a minute. Then finally said. "'No revenge' you said mom?" he said coldly. "I guess I can listen to your final wishes."
Hi-ya! ^_^ sorry about this chapter. I will be putting Finn and Jake in ASAP! And eventually, I'll be putting in Fionna and Cake in later stories... maybe. I will also be putting in some action scenes…. That is, if I don't get bored with the show first… pshtt! Yeah right!