Hiya y'all! This is my first fanfic and all that fun stuff. Maybe romance will be implemented in a coming chapter, hmm? Tell me in a review if you want some or whatever'z. Also, criticize what you can because I'm all for getting better at writing.

The song whose lyrics I put in this extremely short chapter was Paper Kitten Nightmare by Margot and the Nuclear So & So's. For some fun trivia facts about this song that you don't want to read, check the bottom of this page. Do it, brah, bro, broski, brohem, brotango, broman, various other terms using the word 'bro'.

The air could be described by many dreadful things. Cold. Unforgiving. Frozen. Still. The one thing it wasn't was dreary. The sky was a perfect bright blue, with no clouds to obstruct it's loveliness. The sun shone brightly, making the fresh snow glitter like diamonds. The single thing in this scene that could be described as 'dreary' was a dead tree, majestic but frightening. A marker for the true treasure beneath.

But I wasn't here to describe the scene in excruciating detail. I was on a mission. The treasure below was that of utmost importance. After all, it was the remains of a great art from long ago. One that couldn't be forgotten, as it would be a crime against nature to do so.

"Uh, Marceline, I'd love to stand here looking heroic and all, but aren't we supposed to be digging?" Jake piped up, interrupting my thoughts.

I chuckled, patting him on the back. "Yes, work my slave." I grinned evilly, closing my umbrella to stand in the shade of the large tree. "We have a treasure to find!"

Finn looked at me like I was a nutcase. "Uh, I thought you would be helping. And what kind of treasure is it anyways?"

I transformed my wide grin into a small, mysterious smile. "The best kind." I answered simply. "And it's daytime. I can't work right now, and if we start right now we'll be able to get there by midnight. I'm here to offer moral support, a kind that'll reflect our prize." I didn't know why, but I'd felt like talking in an intelligent manner. Maybe it was to seem mysterious and all that delicious nonsense.

"Is it spaghetti? Or ice cream!" It was Jake again.

"Is it gold and riches and enough quests of righteousness to last a lifetime?" Finn added, stars in his wide blue eyes. I noticed how tall he'd gotten in the past four years since I'd met him. He was now an inch taller than me, a feat he'd still left unrecognised. He was quite... handsome now. But in a totally weird incest-cousin kind of way. I didn't want to be with him, but he was very attractive.

"We'll just have to see. Now, enough talk. Off to work!" I clapped twice, and leaned back against the tree lazily.

"What about our moral support?"

I pulled my bass guitar from my back. "This is a song called 'Paper Kitten Nightmare'. Written by a certain amazing artist from long ago." Their brows raised at the fact that it wasn't an original song. I closed my eyes and started to play the chords.

"My paper cat

Has covered my skin

In chills.

My basement home

Has made me as cold

As ice."

Their digging pattern was in step with the music. Jake had enlargened his paws for better digging, and Finn had a wooden shovel. Needless to say, Jake was making better progress.

"So, meow meow et chantez-moi*.

Meow meow meow meow meow, mija*

Meow meow meow.**

My island home

Is gonna be mine

Quite soon.

Your concrete mouth

Is spewing that filth

Again.

So walk in, shivering

Paws dried up

From wandering.

Meow meow meow

Meow meow meow**"

They had gotten about two feet down at this point, a good pace. Words couldn't explain how excited I was.

"My glass-eyed pet

Is purrin' bout 'Blonde

on Blonde.'***

That sweet old man

Is gonna be your

Best friend.

So wash your paws

Alley cat

Once you're dead

You can't come back.

Meow meow meow

Meow meow meow**"

I finished the song with a flourish of strings, and laid my axe across my lap. My small audience of a boy, a magical stretchy dog, and a peculiar waving snail all applauded quietly. I got up and cursied dramatically.

"Thank you, my lords." I bellowed in a somber tone, abruptly sitting back down, bass in hand.

Wot? you're reading the end facts about the song? Well, my dear, I am very surprised.

According to an interview, the song is about this old man the singer met in a bar. The old man was really weird and reminded him of a cat. He kept on talking about Bob Dylan, and so Richard (the guys name :P. Funny it isn't a girl named Margot, amirite?) said that he liked Bob Dylan too (I mean, who doesn't? The man's a genius.) So they talked. And Richard said everybody else probably thought they were just meowing.

* et-chantez moi is French for 'sing to me' and *mija, which you would know if you ever watched Dora as a child, is a short term for 'mi hija' which means 'my daughter'. This is a term of endearment to anybody, as long as they're female. Not just daughters. That would be creepy.

** I didn't put all the meows because you know how boring it would be to read '' over and over.

*** 'Blonde on Blonde' was one of Bob Dylan's albums.

Richard has also stated during a live concert that "this song is called Paper Kitten Nightmare, and it's about how no nightmare can be scary if it has a kitten in it."

The phrase 'paper tiger' is used to talk about something that looks scary but isn't harmful, so I guess this 'paper kitten' could be a nightmare about something that isn't scary at all.

Either way it's freakin' awesome.