At Oliver Orville Oakman High School, lovingly dubbed Ooo High, everyone is preparing for a new year, from the adventurous Finn and his crazy but cool pal/adopted brother Jake to the princess of pink Bonnibel and the "Vampire Queen" Marceline, longtime foes. Also in attendance is a laid-back Korean transfer studant called Raen, who has her sights set on Jake. And the drama is only beginning; what happens when these five teens stumble upon a banned book called the Enchiridion in the library, a book that takes them into a land of their wildest dreams? What will happen when they discover the real Ooo? Rated for a few totally screwed up things and adult content. WARNING: moves fast, lotsa drama/conflict/resolving/more drama/more conflict
Hey! Everyone looks the same. Except Lady Rainicorn, Princess Bubblegum, and Jake. So...I coulda just said Finn and Marceline look the same. Oh well.
Jake: Short, with hair the color of his fur and the same eyes
Lady Rainicorn: Tall, with hair dyed into a rainbow and the same eyes
Princess Bubblegum: The same, but with normal skin
Not good descriptions, but then again, descriptions are not too important.
Disclaimer: I do not, nor do I claim to, own Adventure Time.
"Dude! Hey Finn, wake up!" Jake pounced on Finn.
"Aahhh!" Finn jolted awake. "Man! Don't do that!"
"Sorry Finn, but I had to wake you up. It's time for..." Jake banged out a drumroll on the nightstand while Finn sat up and rubbed his eyes, "school! It's your first day of high school, dude!"
"Whoa, really?" Finn jumped up. "Yes! Finally!"
"You're only excited because you're gonna be in the same school as Bonnie again," Jake batted his eyelashes teasingly. Finn blushed and beaned his adopted brother with a pillow.
"No way man!" he protested. The beautiful junior was only half of the reason for his excitement.
"Whatever man," Jake poked Finn. "You'd just better hope you're not stuck in any classes with," he shuddered, "Marceline."
"What? She's a sophomore!" Finn yelped.
"Do you know anything about high school? Freshmen have plenty of classes with sophomores! Especially the classes you're taking," Jake poked Finn again. "And that psycho Vampire Queen has really got it out for you after what you did to her year before last."
"Uh...what'd I do?" Finn asked cluelessly.
"Dude! You accidentally dumped your chocolate milk all over her!"
"She's still mad about that?"
"Muttering curses," Jake assured. Finn shivered. "I think she hates you more than she hates Bonnie," he thought for a moment. "Nah, that much hatred would make the world explode," the boys chuckled. "Anyhow, you're gonna miss the bus."
"AAAAHH!"
In a matter of moments, Finn had thrown on his favorite outfit and was running out the door. The bus was there, so he climbed aboard and sat down, Jake beside him.
The bus lurched into motion, and a few seconds later...
"Hey Finn," hissed a voice. Finn yelped and whirled around to see Marceline leaning up to creepily hiss into his ear. "This year's going to be really fun, don't you think?" he gulped and nodded. "Good. I'd hate to make a bad impression," she added before laughing evilly and walking away.
"Dude. She gives me the creeps," Jake whimpered.
"Chill man. She's gone," Finn assured him. "Plus, she doesn't seem too bad."
"Dude! She's the Vampire Queen, remember?" Jake pointed at where the unusually pale girl was sitting alone at the back of the bus.
"Maybe," Finn said thoughtfully. "But I'm gonna go talk to her," he walked back to where the girl was and sat next to her.
"Oh hey Finn!" she said with a sharp-toothed smile. Finn suppressed a gulp. Her presence intimidated him, reminding him of all the vampire stories Jake had told. "What's up?"
"N-nothing much," he stammered. She slid her arm around him. "Please don't smash my skull and breathe my blood mist!" Marceline laughed.
"Why would I do that?" she asked. "Because I'm Marceline the Vampire Queen?"
"Uh..." Marceline laughed again and pulled Finn against her. He chuckled nervously.
"You're not so bad," she said.
"S-so...you're not still mad about the milk?"
"What? Nah, that was years ago. What do you think I am, some monster?" Marceline asked with a raised eyebrow. Finn gave another nervous chuckle.
"It's just that Jake—"
"Jake, huh?" Marceline looked at the cowering boy crouched in the aisle, smirking as she basked in his fear. "I think he's just imagining things. Oh look, we're here," Marceline stood and walked down the aisle, brushing Jake aside. "Oh and Finn..." she looked back over her shoulder. "I really hope we're in some classes together," she said before hissing at Jake and leaving.
The first half of Finn's day had been boring enough to make him bang his head against a wall.
First he had gone to civics. What a blast. This was followed by homeroom, English, shop, and Spanish. So fun.
Now he had lunch.
Sitting with Jake at a table in a corner of the cafeteria, Finn stared at Bonnie from afar.
"Dude, this is the best table in the whole cafeteria!" Jake said.
"Huh? Oh yeah, yeah," Finn agreed, continuing to stare at Bonnie. That is, until an arm slid around his shoulders and he was pulled into a familiar gray tank top.
"Hey Finn," Marceline greeted him. "Hey Jake," Jake just shrank away from the arm she had casually tossed around his shoulders. The girl laughed and set her bass guitar (oddly designed to look like an ax) against the bench.
"Hey Marceline," Finn said casually. "What's up?"
"Oh, nothing much. Check this out," she pulled out her phone and opened up a video file of Psycho Cats. Finn laughed.
"You're wonderful!" he exclaimed.
"…Yeah…" Jake muttered.
"You know, you both seem like pretty cool guys," Marceline said. "Thanks for keeping the table warm for me. But I guess you should probably get going."
"What?" Finn asked. "We were here first!" Marceline sighed.
"Look," she moved Finn's tray to reveal an M. "M for Marceline?"
"Ah man!" Jake moaned.
"I carved it here the first day of my freshman year, so no one else would ever sit here. I eat alone."
"You can't take our table!" Finn exclaimed.
"Yeah, I can," Marceline said.
"N-no you can't!" Jake stood up for his buddy. Marceline hissed, and Jake hid behind Finn.
"Seriously though, it's been nice meeting you. Really guys," Marceline stood and pushed them away.
"Get back here and fight me, lady!" Finn shook his fist. Marceline laughed and threw his backpack at him.
"Dude! She's the Vampire Queen! She'll kill you!" Jake tugged on his sleeve. Marceline laughed again and sank her sharp teeth into a red apple, not reassuring either of the boys.
"I don't care. She can't—"
"Come on man. We should go table hunting!"
"What?"
"No, seriously! Table hunting is wild! Plus, we're good as long as we're together."
"Jake, you always know what to say."
"!"
"Haha, alright. I'm convinced. Let's go!" the two of them headed off together. A series of misfortunes ensued, until they finally found the perfect table in the opposite corner of Marceline's. "So...what now?"
"Let's invite the other tables and party!" Jake exclaimed. They cranked up a nearby radio and started dancing.
"I'm feeling good man," Finn said. "I'm feeling like...like nothing could go wrong."
"Hey Finn," Marceline said from behind him.
"Ah!"
"Pretty awesome party you got here. I just wanna show you something. This table belongs to me!" she swept aside a tray to reveal an M.
"What!" Jake shouted.
"You can't take our table twice!" Finn exclaimed.
"Yes I can!" Marceline sang, strumming her guitar. Surprisingly, nobody was interfering. Lunch was pretty much free time.
"Argh! It's fighting time!" Finn screamed.
"No, Finn! She's the Vampire Queen, remember? And we're fine as long as we're together, blahblahbleeblahbloop, remember?"
"Oh yeah," Finn turned to Marceline. "Alright, I'll let you have this table. But only because Jake is my pal, and he's better than all of your tables combined!" he exclaimed. Marceline smirked.
"You know, you're right. I guess I'll just take him too!" she pulled Jake close to her, holding him still. "I'll bite him a little...maybe turn him into a zombie..." she laughed. Finn knew she was only teasing, but he was furious.
"Let go of Jake!" he cried.
"Make me!" she hissed. Finn smacked her away from Jake and pulled his buddy away.
"You okay?"
"No one makes me let go of Jake!" Marceline shouted. A circle cleared as she grabbed her guitar and swung it.
"Whoa!" Finn gasped as the blade nearly took off his head. It really was an ax! Finn shook his head to clear frightened thoughts and leaped at the girl. She shoved him back.
"You're pathetic, little boy," she growled.
"No, you're pathetic!" he spat at her—and literally spat at her. Oops. She hissed angrily as he sprang at her again. She dodged and whacked him on the butt as he tumbled to the ground. Isn't that sexual assault or something? Then Jake was tackling Marceline to the ground. The girl stood and sank her teeth into Jake's neck, causing him to freak out before she tossed him aside. He started spazzing out on the floor, and Finn got pissed. He charged Marceline, but she caught his shoulders and held him away from her. He swung a fist up and caught her on the jaw.
"Ow. That...actually hurt, Finn," she said before laughing, hurling him to the ground, and settling on top of him. Finn prepared himself for a punch, hands around his throat, something painful. She leaned harder over him, pressed his shoulders into the floor...and kissed his cheek. Then she got up and started strumming her guitar. Finn opened his eyes.
"Why didn't you just hit me?" Finn asked, blushing. Marceline stopped playing.
"Because that was fun! That was the best fight I've ever had," she said before she resumed played a melody. "Thanks, Finn," there was a pause. "You know, you two are pretty hardcore...for freshmen."
"So...does this mean...we can have our old table back?" Finn asked, hugging Jake.
"Sure. Keep it as a gift from me!" Marceline did her creepy hiss, and Finn and Jake fled to the tune of her laughter.
Lunch was wild.
Geometry? Terrible.
Finn had geometry class with Jake, but also with...
"Hey guys," an elbow rested on Finn's shoulder.
"Marceline!" Finn gasped.
"'Sup Finn?" she asked.
"You have this class?"
"Nah. I'm just stalking you," she put her face close to his. Finn pulled back, afraid. Marceline chuckled. "Oh, don't be a wuss."
"I'm not a wuss!" Finn protested. Jake just cowered in fear. Marceline just laughed.
"Whatever, hero," she said, messing with his hat. Finn chuckled nervously, still unsure of the sophomore.
And just his luck, he was sitting by her.
She didn't bother him for most of the period. But as class was almost over...
"So, what's going on in Finn World?" Marceline leaned over and knocked on his head. Finn blushed profusely, as he had been thinking of Bonnie. "Ah. Bonnibel."
"Wh-what?"
"Finn, you've had a crush on her since you were in elementary school."
"How did you—?"
"Vampires know these things," Marceline winked and laughed. "Anyhow, forget her. She's not worth the effort," the girl's face hardened. "She's just a judgmental little—"
"Whoa lady! How would you know?" Jake snapped. Marceline hissed and he yelped.
"Believe me. I know Bonnibel," she said darkly. The bell rang, and the Vampire Queen stood, gathering her books. "If you know what's good for you; stay away," she said ominously before walking out.
"Creepy," Jake shuddered.
The walkout was ruined by the next period.
"Argh! You're in my biology class?" Finn screeched. What was worse...they were in the same lab group! Of two!
"So lab partner, what's up?" Marceline put her arm around his shoulders. Everyone in the class either snickered or shot pitying looks at Finn.
Finn hated that class.
Music? That cheered things up a bit.
In his band class sat Bonnie, chatting with an Asian girl.
"Who's that?" Finn asked Jake.
"Her name's Raen. She's a junior here. Korean transfer student. Total babe," Jake sighed. "Lucky for me, I speak fluent Korean!"
"Cool," said a voice. Finn nodded, then whipped around. Marceline laughed and pulled him into a half-headlock, half-hug. "I can't believe I actually have three classes with you, hero! This year is going to be..." the teasingly threatening words died in her throat as she locked eyes with Bonnie. Finn literally felt the tension. Seriously; Marceline started strangling him. She soon realized what she was doing and left him to regain his breath, sliding over to a dark corner. The teacher was quick to come over.
"Ah, hello students!" she exclaimed. "I'd like to go around and share musical hobbies. Marceline, dear?"
"Don't call me dear," Marceline threatened. "I play bass," she strummed out a melody.
"Excellent! Next?" the teacher looked expectantly at Finn.
"I'm Finn and I beatbox!" Finn started up a beatboxing rhythm, which Marceline joined in on with her guitar. Bonnie huffed.
"I'm Jake, and I play viola," Jake joined the musical fun.
Raen said something in Korean and began playing the flute. The teacher blinked.
"She says her name's Raen, and she plays the flute," Jake translated.
"Ah. Bonnie?"
"I play piano, drums, and the tambourine!" Bonnie boasted.
"Then join in, Princess," Marceline taunted. Bonnie snapped her gum and started up a beat on a kick drum. It was a little slow, however, and everyone was thrown off. "Bonnibel!" Marceline snapped. "You wrecked our jam!"
"You can't jam, Marceline!" Bonnie retorted. Marceline responded by plugging in her guitar and strumming down powerfully, starting up a whole new melody, much more hardcore. Bonnie covered her ears.
"Still think I can't jam?"
"Make it stop!" Jake cried. Raen agreed in Korean.
"Marceline! You can definitely jam!" Finn shouted, his eyes watering. But the girl kept going, glaring down Bonnie.
"I give! I give already!" Bonnie finally screamed. "You can jam!" Marceline gave one final chord before setting down her guitar as though nothing had happened. The teacher also continued as though nothing had happened.
It was going to be a long year.
At home, Finn was getting ready for bed when Jake walked in.
"Hey bro," Jake greeted.
"Hey. What's up?"
"You still thinkin' about Bonnie?" Finn blushed.
"Well yeah, duh...but why was Marceline so..."
"Vampiric?"
"Nice."
"Because, dude! She's psycho! Now go to bed before she infects you completely and you want to befriend her. I'll go burn some garlic."
"Night Jake!"
Outside, Marceline smirked.
The next day, school wasn't so bad. Finn got there early, went to his locker, and was on his way to class when he heard Marceline.
"What is it about servant for the year that you don't understand? You lost fair and square," Finn snuck closer and peered around the corner to see a nerdy little freshman cowering before the sophomore.
"Oh please...have mercy..." the kid started groveling.
"No way!" Marceline laughed.
"Hey! Let that kid go!" Finn burst in.
"Can't do that, Finn. He lost a game of rummy to me; he's my servant for the rest of the year. Actually, I think I prefer...henchman. Henchman, amuse me," the poor boy stood unsteadily on his hands.
"You—you can't do that!"
"Actually, I can. Henchman, hop in a circle," the boy hopped around on his hands until he fell over. "Did I say fall over?" Marceline slapped him. Finn knelt beside the boy.
"I'll get you out of this, alright?"
"Dude..." Jake whimpered from around the corner.
"Oh yeah? How are you gonna pull that off, hero?" Marceline scornfully flipped her hair back.
"I'll do what I need to. I'll even take his place!"
"Dude, what?"
"You mean that?" Marceline ignored Jake.
"Well...um..." the boy beside him groaned. "Heck yeah I do!"
"Deal! Old henchman, you're free," Marceline said, waving him off.
"Yahoo!" the boy sprang off.
"What're you doing, man?" Jake ran out and grabbed Finn's arm.
"I couldn't watch that poor kid suffer! My code of honor wouldn't allow it!" Marceline laughed.
"Oh, my code of honor wouldn't allow it," she mocked with a laugh.
"Hey!" Jake called, summing up his courage.
"Yes, Jake?" she half-turned before swooping over. "What would you like to talk about?" she hissed, right in his face.
Jake nearly peed his pants.
"As for you Finn...come with me," she grabbed Finn's hand. "I'm getting hungry," Finn gulped. He had heard stories about Marceline...and even in her strapless dress with its torn top, she was capable of doing a lot of damage to him and everyone else.
The girl dragged him off to another hallway, where a boy in an abnormally large white bowtie was playing piano in the music room. Finn didn't know what they were doing here; was she going to steal his lunch money? As he thought that, the girl kicked the door open.
"Hold him down!" she commanded.
"Ugh," Finn groaned, walking over and easily pinning the boy.
"Please, boy I don't know, let me go!"
"I'm sorry, but I can't do that," Finn muttered resentfully.
"I understand. I had a girlfriend myself once."
"What? No no, she's not my—!"
"Argh! Enough of this!" Marceline exclaimed. She smacked Finn—hard—and began searching the boy. Before long, she had discovered an apple in his pocket. Finn tried to grab it.
She slapped him harder.
"I never would have thought that you two would be into S&M," the boy said.
"WE'RE NOT TOGETHER!" Finn screamed. Marceline sank her teeth into the apple, got up, and started walking out.
"Thanks for the apple."
"No problem! I didn't realize how heavy it was! Thanks, Marceline!"
"Coming, Finn?" Finn was staring in disbelief until Marceline took his hand and pulled him away.
What's wrong with this girl? I-I can't tell if she's messing with me or what!
"So Finn, you thinking about how that kid's bowtie kinda looked like a bra?"
"What? No!" he protested. Marceline just laughed and tugged him down the hall...to his first class. "How did you know—!"
"I'll see you at lunch...henchman," she said with a hiss and a wink before walking away, accompanied by her evil laugh. Finn shivered and walked into class.
"I dunno man...she's creepy," Jake said, looking around cautiously.
"I know, dude. But I'm bound by my word to do as she...hide!" Finn and Jake dodged into the men's room just as Marceline walked by. Peeking out through the door, they saw her pause and look around before shrugging and continuing on her way. "Phew. That was close."
"Hey! Get outta the doorway!" a kid complained, shoving them out. Marceline turned.
"Run!" they shouted, sprinting in the other direction.
On his way to lunch, Finn was yanked into the janitor's closet. The dark, dark janitor's closet. He squeaked.
"Oh hush," Marceline's familiar voice said. This only terrified Finn.
"Marceline? Why did you pull me in here?" he asked, trying to edge away, only to have her pull him back. He hadn't gotten far anyhow.
"Oh don't freak, this isn't just reserved for kissing, making out, and sex," she snorted. Finn felt himself turning red and was thankful for the dark. "It's also used for evil plotting!" she laughed. Finn chuckled nervously.
"Isn't it also used for...regular talking?" Finn asked, struggling to find the door handle. Marceline pulled him closer and slammed him into a wall.
"Not really. Anyhow, there's a lunch party going on. We're going," she hissed into his ear. He gulped.
"What! Are you even invited?" Finn asked, shaking a little.
"It's a teacher party," she replied smoothly. He tried for the door again and she pressed him into the wall.
"Oh I'm so suspended..." he groaned. At that moment, the janitor opened the closet.
"No sex in my closet!" he shouted.
"WE ARE NOT TOGETHER!" Finn screamed while taking in the position he and Marceline were in. Okay, he could see how the janitor would think that they were together; his hands were pinned above his head to keep him from escaping and she was leaning right against him to hiss her evil plots. The janitor shrugged and shut the door again.
"Anyhow..." Marceline continued as though nothing had happened. Finn struggled, knocking over a few things on some shelf.
"Marceline, let me go! People are going to think—"
"What they think," she retorted. "They know I went through this last year with my last henchman."
"Oh."
"In any case, we're going to that party. Come on!" she grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the closet.
Finn sighed heavily as he stood outside of the teacher's lounge with Marceline. He didn't know what she was going to pull, but was positive that it wouldn't be pretty. Not as pretty as Bonnie...
"Finn! Stop daydreaming!" Marceline snapped, opening the door. The teachers looked up in surprise. Finn was about to yell a warning when he noticed the birthday cake...and Marceline's guitar. As she started strumming and the teachers started dancing, he stared in disbelief.
Marceline...was doing something nice?
Again?
"So she makes things seem bad...or her personality makes them seem bad..."
"Hey Finn! Come and dance!" Marceline called. Finn shrugged and started dancing.
"You know, this is actually pretty fun!"
"I knew it would be. Now...I need you to do something for me."
"Sure. What is it?" he asked readily.
"I need you to take this baby outside and put it in this bag," Marceline presented the adorable baby and bag.
"Whaaaat?"
"Just do it!"
"I'm going to bag you up now. I'm not entirely sure why. I'm sure this will end happy," Finn said. "I don't even know how a baby got into the school, to be honest," he admitted. Then he raised the bag, sweating. The baby smiled at him. "I don't get it!" he let the bag float to the ground. "There's always a twist to the stuff Marceline makes me do. Where's the twist in bagging this baby?" Marceline appeared behind him.
"There is no twist, bag it now!" she ordered.
"But—" at that moment, the baby threw up all over Finn. "EWW!" he exclaimed. Marceline chuckled and waited a moment to walk over and calmly bag the kid. Finn jumped up from the impossibly huge pile of vomit, panting.
"Not bad..." Marceline said. "For a henchman," she added before walking away.
"Hm..." Finn thought.
After school, the two stood in the park. Marceline had an umbrella over her head.
"What's up with the umbrella?" Finn asked.
"I'm really pale, so my skin burns easily. I kinda like it, though. Reminds me of when I'd scrape my knees up as a kid and my mom would patch me up. Know what I'm saying?"
"Uh...Jake told me I came out of a cabbage?" they both laughed at that.
"Hey Finn, I need you to go strangle a puppy for me," Marceline said.
"Sure thing," Finn replied.
"Whoa, why are you being so causal about this? Strangling puppies is some really serious evil."
"I'm not falling for your junk anymore, lady! You just like saying poop that jacks with my brain."
"What are you...?" Marceline started laughing. "Dang man, I didn't think you'd ever catch on."
Jake poked his head out from behind a tree in time to catch the next few words.
"So, ready to go strangle some puppies?"
"Sure man. I mean woman."
"Oh no! He's completely under her vampire spell!" Jake exclaimed, charging forward. "Eat garlic!" he threw a handful of garlic at the girl.
"Ow! Hey!" she shouted, dropping her umbrella. Then she hissed as her skin immediately began to burn under the heat.
"Marceline!" Finn exclaimed, crouching over her. "Man, stop! She's okay!" he stood between Marceline and Jake.
"I love you brother. AAAARGH!" Jake tackled Finn to the ground.
"Jake, listen to me. Marceline is not how she seems. She's a radical dame...who likes to play games!"
"Man, what are you talkin' about?"
"I'm talking about you taking this 'Vampire Queen' business way too seriously. She's just a regular girl!" Finn kicked Jake off and ran to help Marceline into the shade. Jake stared at them with hurt in his eyes before retreating. Finn stared after him, but knew that there would be plenty of time to talk to Jake later. Right now, Marceline was more important.
"There's some aloe in my bag," she said. Finn quickly sifted through Marceline's backpack and found the tube of green gel. "You'll have to get it," Finn gulped and squeezed out a dab of the stuff to gently rub into Marceline's shoulder. She bit her lip, but remained silent.
"Sorry about Jake," he apologized. "I don't know what's gotten into him."
"No...I'm sorry," Marceline looked away. "For bringing you into this."
"Into what?"
"...Never mind. Let's just leave it at I'm sorry I made you beat up your brother, okay?" she said softly. Finn scowled, not liking the way that she was avoiding his questions. Now that he knew she was a nice girl, he wanted to help her. It was in his nature.
Then an idea came to mind.
Smirking, he aimed the aloe bottle and squirted some of the cold gel onto Marceline's exposed upper back. She gasped.
"Finn!"
"I'm only trying to help," he replied innocently. She slapped him.
"Ouch!" she held her hand in pain. Finn chuckled in victory and the girl scowled. "Just keep rubbing it in—literally, not metaphorically," she said. Finn smiled and gently rubbed the aloe glob around on Marceline's back and shoulders, fake-strangling her. "Finn!" she laughed. "Cut it out!" swatting his hands away from her neck, the girl turned to face him. Finn smiled cheekily and used the tube to squeeze a green smiley face onto her forehead.
"Cold?"
"I'm serious!" Finn shrugged and gently rubbed the green goo around on Marceline's face. She shivered. "Here, get my collarbone."
"What!"
"Look," Marceline sighed, turning Finn's head. He saw Bonnie sitting on a bench, glaring at them. "Do you want to make her jealous or not, henchman?"
"Okay, I'm convinced. As long as you swear you won't kill me."
"I swear," she promised. Finn squeezed some more aloe onto his hand, hoped for the best, and gently smeared it over Marceline's collarbone.
He heard a loud gasp from where Bonnie was.
"It's working!"
"Yeah, now shut up and keep rubbing you moron! This burn hurts."
"I didn't even know it was possible for someone to burn this easily."
"Well it is," she retorted. Finn shrugged and kept rubbing. "Now my legs," Finn adjusted his position and began rubbing aloe into Marceline's smooth legs, practically feeling Bonnie's rage. He was almost done when Marceline slid her dress up a bit. "Just to be safe," she smirked. It didn't take long for Bonnie to storm over.
"What is going in over here?" she snapped.
"Oh, I got a pretty bad sunburn and Finn's just helping me out. Isn't that right, Finn?"
"Totally right," he agreed.
"Well—"
"If you've got a problem Bonnibel, just leave. This is a public park; we can do what we want," Marceline growled as Finn shifted to massage the gel into one of her hands. Bonnie narrowed her eyes and stormed away. Marceline looked at Finn with a smirk. "She's jealous."
"How can you tell?"
"...I just can," Marceline looked away again. Finn knew that she was hiding something, and didn't like it. "Thanks for doing this, by the way."
"Hey, what are henchmen for?"
"That reminds me...you're fired from your henchman job," she crossed her arms. "It's no fun when I can't trick you anymore," the sophomore pouted. Finn laughed.
"We're still on for puppy strangling tomorrow though, right?"
"You know that's just ripping apart defective stuffed animals?"
"Cool."
"Then definitely," Marceline smiled.
"Awesome. You need some help getting home?"
"Yeah, probably. My house isn't too far away, but my legs still burn," she admitted.
"Then let's do this!" Finn stood and helped Marceline to her feet, letting the older girl lean on him as they began to walk. They walked in silence down streets, only speaking when Marceline gave directions. Eventually, they reached a small house. Finn burst out laughing.
"That's where you live?" he asked. Marceline blushed and scowled.
"Shut up! It was the cheapest house I could find!"
"You...live alone?"
"Yeah. My mom died and my dad's not really the parenting type," she said.
"Yeah, Jake and I live alone too. Cool, right?"
"Sure."
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing," they stood there in awkward silence.
"So...why are you called the Vampire Queen?" Finn asked. "I never really knew, and Jake never told me."
Flashback
Marceline was in fourth grade, and the palest of the pale. She and some friends were playing Truth or Dare. She had just dared Jake to eat a whole can of whipped cream, but he hadn't been able to. Now her best friend Bonnie was daring her. Bonnie was a year older and therefore a year cooler; Marceline would do anything Bonnie told her to do.
"I dare you...to..." Bonnie thought for a moment before her eyes lit up. "Drink the blood from the steak downstairs...and a cut on your own hand!"
"EWW!" came the chorus.
"Marcie, you don't have to do this," Jake said. Marceline stared Bonnie in the eyes.
"Yes. I do," she said. Everyone cheered as she walked downstairs and took the uncooked steak from the pan, wringing it dry. The red blood was there. Marceline gulped, but it was too late to back out. She cautiously tipped the blood into a glass, raised said glass to her lips...
And liked it.
She downed the whole thing, much to the disgust of everyone around her. She then allowed Bonnie to use a razor blade to open a cut on the back of her hand. Marceline trembled, but was too deep in. She raised the cut to her lips, and couldn't just have a drop. It was too addictive.
She held her hand there until the blood stopped.
Everyone stared at her in shock.
"Marceline!" Jake exclaimed. "God Marcie, what did you just do?"
"I'm sorry, Jake!" she was on the verge of tears as he bandaged her hand. "I'm so sorry..."
But he was too scared to talk to her again after that.
A week later, a tragedy occurred.
Marceline was walking home from school when growling alerted her to the presence of a dog. Marceline was quite a dog person, so she paused and turned.
That saved her life.
A rabid Doberman was springing at her, slamming her into the concrete until her skull cracked. Its foaming fangs sank into her neck, just as a bullet struck it dead.
The doctors said that if she hadn't turned, it would have killed her with its bite by striking the spinal chord directly.
After too many needles and days in the hospital, Marceline returned to school with two proud scars in her neck. Tales of survival.
They earned her the name Marceline the Vampire Queen.
"It's an image thing," Bonnie had said when their friendship had ended. "You understand."
No, she didn't.
Marceline just wanted to die.
It wasn't until seventh grade that she finally learned to embrace the name.
But the memory of Marceline, of plain Marcie, still hurt.
It burned like sunlight.
End Flashback.
"It-it's a long story," Marceline snapped out of her trance, turning away. "Just ask Jake. Ask him what happened to Marcie. He'll tell you," she walked inside her house and slammed the door, leaving Finn lost and confused.
Marceline didn't talk to him the next day. She didn't seek him out in the hallways or corner him in the janitor's closet; she flat-out avoided him.
Bonnie didn't.
"What were you doing with Marceline yesterday?" she asked sharply, cornering Finn in the hallway.
"She got a sunburn," Finn answered honestly. Bonnie's eyes narrowed.
"She is not a good person."
"Actually, she is."
"You have no idea what she's capable of! She's just a vampiric loser!" Bonnie exclaimed.
"What's the deal with you two, anyhow?" Finn asked.
"I have to go. We will continue this later!" Bonnie stuck a finger in his face and left.
It was time to find the truth.
After first period, Finn found Jake talking to Raen and pulled him away.
"What! Dude! I was totally about to get her number!"
"This is more important. What happened to Marcie?" Jake looked like a cement truck had barreled into him. He was paler that the Vampire Queen herself. "Jake! What happened to her?"
"We were younger...man, it was bad. She and Bonnie were best friends. Then Bonnie dared her to drink blood from a steak and her own hand. Marceline didn't just do it...she liked it. It was obvious. That alone was bad enough. Then she got attacked by a rabid Doberman and got her scars. Bonnie ended their friendship because of the nickname, and Marceline never forgave her. That's why I tried to keep you away from her, man! She really is a vampire!"
"I gotta talk to her," Finn ran down the hall to where he had seen her black hair. Grabbing her shoulder, he spun the girl around.
"Finn! What—?"
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Tell you...what?"
"That you actually do like drinking blood!"
"Because...it's...too embarrassing," Marceline admitted, hanging her head. But Finn had seen the tears.
"Marceline..." he hadn't realized that she'd been so embarrassed about it. As he reached out to touch her arm, she pulled away.
"Just leave me alone!" she shouted, storming down the hall, looking like she was about to cry. Finn stared after her. Had he really hurt her that much?
She didn't come to geometry.
She didn't show up in biology.
She was absent during music.
So Finn took the last option.
Staring up at the house, he sighed and opened the door. He wasn't invited, so why bother knocking? Closing the door behind him, he looked around the living room.
"Marceline?" he called.
"Finn?" she was upstairs. He climbed the ladder and looked around her bedroom.
"Marcie?" there was a long silence.
"Finn, get out."
"I just want to—"
"I'll talk to you, but I'm in the shower," she retorted. Finn's face turned red as he descended again and sat on the rather hard couch. It didn't take long for Marceline to climb down in what looked like a black nightgown with short sleeves and a hem at her knees. The dark look was ruined by fluffy red slippers.
"You know it's only like five, right?"
"Yeah. I'm not going anywhere," she shrugged. "Let's talk."
"Why did you run away earlier?"
"You accused me. I thought we were...well, friends."
"We are. I just wanted to know. I didn't mean to..."
"I know," Marceline sighed. "I overreacted. But so did you!"
"I know. Let's just forget it ever happened, okay?"
"Yeah."
"...Did you really get bitten by a rabid Doberman?"
"Finn!"
"Fine! Wanna play UNO?"
So the two of them played cards long into the night, and at eight o'clock, things were getting crazy.
"You're cheating!"
"Finn, how is putting a blue five on a blue three possibly cheating?"
"Because it means you're winning!"
"Well the game isn't called 'Finn Wins' now, is it?" they laughed. Finn started drawing, then slammed down a card.
"So...with this yellow seven I declare that this is now officially a 'High-Stakes Arena Game,' and that for every card you draw, you have to..."
"Drink a shot of wine?" Marceline smirked. Finn blushed.
"Sure," he agreed. Marceline headed into her kitchen, returning with a bottle of red wine and a single shot glass. She drew three cards on her next turn; he drew five. When her turn came back around, Marceline played a red nine over his yellow one.
"I declare...that if you draw more than ten cards, you have to let me drink your blood," she grinned evilly and Finn gulped. "I'm kidding, you weenie. Ten cards and I get to make you my slave tomorrow."
"Cool," he drew nine cards. "HA!" he yelled as he dropped a green eight. "I change it to purple!"
"Finn!" Marceline exclaimed. "We've been over this; red on blue or blue on red, purple is just too damn confusing! Give it up!" he skulked.
"Fine...blue," he muttered. Marceline had the misfortune of catching a glimpse of a clock.
"Wow, it's getting late. You should get home."
"Why? You gonna go out and bite people?" Finn hissed mockingly and terribly. Marceline chuckled.
"Come on, I'll walk you home."
"...I thought guys walked girls home?"
"You are a girl," she said. They headed out onto the streets. Finn's house was just a couple blocks away, and Bonnie's pink car was parked outside.
"What do we do?" Finn panicked.
"This," Marceline replied, kissing his cheek lightly as Bonnie came out. She suppressed a screech and glared at Marceline as the girl walked away. Bonnie then got into her car and slammed the door, peeling away.
"She's totally jealous, man," Jake said. Finn smiled. Jake didn't know about Marceline's end goal, so that meant it was all working.
"I know."
In the morning, Finn realized that it was Saturday and yawned, reaching down to scratch his "lower back" while turning on the lamp beside his bed. He then sat up...and screamed like a girl.
"Hey Finn!" Marceline was sitting on the end of his bed. "I made breakfast for you and Jake. Wanna prank call Bonnibel?"
"What—why—how...?"
"What is me sitting in your room. Why is because I decided to randomly creep on you. How is because you irresponsibly left your front door unlocked," she explained. Finn wrapped his sheets tighter around himself and Marceline laughed. "Get dressed, weenie. Breakfast in ten," a minute later, Jake also screamed like a girl. "Ouch! Jake!" Marceline shouted. Finn chuckled and got dressed, walking downstairs. After a moment, Marceline and Jake joined him. Marceline was holding her nose. "I think he broke it."
"I did not!"
"What happened?" Finn asked, getting some frozen peas for Marceline. She lay down on the couch and put the peas on her face.
"She woke me up and I hit her," Jake answered.
"Jaaaake!"
"What?"
"Breakfast is ready, guys," Marceline called from the couch. Finn looked over to see two plates of pancakes.
"Aren't you going to eat?" he asked as Jake dove in.
"I don't eat breakfast," she answered. Finn shrugged and started shoveling food.
"God, Marcie! You should cook for us more often!" he exclaimed after the first bite. Marceline chuckled.
"...Ow..."
"And you should laugh less often."
"Duly noted," she said. "Is Jake okay with this?" Finn looked at Jake.
"He got to hit you and you made him pancakes. I think you're good."
"Cool," she said, standing. "I'm gonna go clean up."
"Sure," Finn shifted uncomfortably.
"Relax, hero," Marceline sighed. "I...this is kind of weird to explain..." she bit her lip. Until it bled, Finn noticed. "Stop looking at me like that!" she shouted. "I don't...okay, maybe I do...just..." she held out her left hand, which had a tiny pinprick in it. "Only when I'm emotionally unstable," she muttered. Finn gently took her hand and examined it, spotting the minute traces of other tiny wounds. Jake ignored them in favor of his food.
"Marceline..."
"I know I know," she yanked her hand away and rubbed her eyes harshly. "You feel sorry and disgusted."
"No...just confused. Why?"
"It helps," she answered. "I've gotta go," she tried for the door, but Finn blocked her way.
"I thought you had to clean up," he said. "And we have UNO?" Marceline smiled, although Finn saw tears in her eyes.
"Sounds great," she said hollowly. "I'll be back," she headed into the bathroom and shut the door. After a moment, Finn went over and knocked. A loud sigh emanated from within. "Come on in, Finn."
"How'd you know it was me?" he opened the door to see Marceline splashing cold water on her face.
"Like Jake would ever come check on me," she turned off the water and dried off her face and neck, glancing down to pat some off of her red shredded top over her black tank top. Finn took the time to look at her; she was wearing black jeans and red boots, too. Why was she always wearing something red? "Because I like the color."
"Huh?"
"You were thinking out loud, you weenie. I wear red because I like the color; reminds me of blood," Marceline explained. Finn blushed.
"Oh."
"So why did you come in here?"
"I just wanted to know...why are you here?"
I needed a friend," Marceline shrugged. "And seeing how you're my only friend..."
"Why? Why did you need a friend?"
"I...don't want to talk about it," Marceline looked away. Finn scowled, but let it go.
"Okay. Let's get back to breakfast! And I insist that you share my pancakes!" he said. Marceline laughed.
"Okay okay!" she exclaimed as he dragged her back into the dining room. They sat down, squeezing into the same chair and stealing Jake's fork.
"Hey!" Jake exclaimed as Finn used the fork to shovel pancakes. Marceline chuckled and took slightly smaller, slower bites. Jake growled. "Yo man, why don't you get your girlfriend her own fork!"
"Why does everyone think we're together?" Finn groaned. Marceline slung an arm around his shoulders.
"Because guys and girls can't just be very close, intimate friends anymore," she commented on society.
"Oh," Finn pondered.
"You done?"
"I have to be," Finn said through his last bite of pancake.
"Good. Let's prank call Bonnie!"
"How do we do that?"
"I dunno...we can do anything from the pizza delivery to the running refrigerator to talking smack to pretend sex."
"WHAAA...?"
"Which one do you want to do?" Marceline asked with a playful smirk.
"Uh..."
"Smack talk?"
"I can't do that!" Finn exclaimed, chivalry getting the best of him. "Let's just do the...um...the one that will make her jealous."
"Nah, let's not," Marceline replied. "It'd make you too uncomfortable."
"Phew," Finn wiped nervous sweat from his brow. Marceline smirked.
"Come on, hero. Would pretend sex with me really be so bad?" she teased.
"Uh...no?" he guessed. She messed with his hat.
"Good answer," there was an awkward pause. "Wanna go to the park and mess with some ducks?"
"Haha, sure!"
"Hey, what about me?" Jake protested. Marceline pulled a Post-It note from her pocket and handed it over.
"Here's Raen's number. She's into you," she said. Jake's eyes filled with hearts and he ran off.
"How did you...?"
"I talked to her," Marceline shrugged. "You may be my only friend, but you're not the only one I talk to."
"So...we going to the park or what?"
The two of them sat on the bench by the pond, tossing bread at ducks, which quacked indignantly as they were pelted. Finn and Marceline laughed.
"You know, this is pretty fun," Finn said.
"Hey I'll be back, I'm going to get ice cream. You got a preference?" Marceline stood. Finn thought for a moment.
"Chocolate!"
"Okay then," she chuckled and walked off. Finn watched the ducks until someone sat down next to him. Expecting to see Marceline, he turned to be met with Bonnie's beautiful face.
"You truly expect me to believe that nothing is going on?"
"We're just two friends hanging out. And since when do you care?" Bonnie's eyes shifted.
"I don't."
"Sure seems like you do."
"Well I don't!" Bonnie and Finn were slowly leaning closer to each other.
"Ahem," Marceline caused them to jump apart. Her foot was tapping impatiently. "Finn, your ice cream is melting. Bonnibel..." she trailed off. Bonnie wrinkled her nose and stood.
"It was nice talking to you, Finn," she said stiffly before walking away.
"If I didn't know better," Finn licked his ice cream cone, "I'd think you were actually my girlfriend!" Marceline laughed.
"That's the whole point, silly!" she rapped on his head lightly. "Anyone home? Hello?"
"I get it, I'm stupid," Finn grabbed her wrist and smiled.
"It took that long for you to figure that out?" she teased.
"Hey!" Finn protested. They laughed. "We laugh a lot, don't we?" she shrugged.
"We're funny people," was her explanation. "Anyhow, I have a foolproof plan to make her unbearably jealous...so much so that she'll ask you out," Finn was intrigued.
"What's the plan, Marcie?" he asked. She leaned forward and whispered her evil plot in his ear. An evil smile slowly spread across his face. "Sounds great."
Sunday had come and gone, and school was back again. The halls were filled with clusters of people, chatting away. Finn was walking when Bonnie approached him.
"Hello, Finn."
"Hey Bonnie!" he said cheerily. "What's up?"
"I just wanted to talk.
"What about?"
"You. And Marceline."
"What about us?"
"Are you a couple or aren't you?"
"Oh no. Definitely not! We're just close friends."
"Good."
"Good what?" Finn jumped on her sigh of relief. Bonnie slapped a hand over her mouth and blushed.
"Nothing! Nothing."
"Oh. Okay," a little disheartened, Finn slumped a little until Marceline came over.
"Hey Finn!" she said, grabbing his arm. "I've got to talk to you," the girl tugged him into the janitor's closet. The last thing he saw was Bonnie's face; she was absolutely livid. "How's it going?" she whispered.
"Great!" Finn whispered back.
"Cool. How long d'ya wanna hide out in here?"
"Just about fifteen minutes," there was a pause. "So...do anything interesting last night?"
She slapped him.
Fifteen minutes later, the two emerged to find Bonnie waiting for them, tapping her foot. She glared at Marceline, who smiled sheepishly. Finn had recently mussed up her hair, so she looked slightly untidy. Smoothing herself down, the girl excused herself from the awkward conversation and hurried down the hall. Finn smiled at Bonnie, who crossed her arms.
"What were you doing?"
"Talking."
"Why was her hair mussed up?"
"I did this," he leaned forward and rubbed Bonnie's head. She calmed down a little bit. "Wow. With the way you're acting, you'd think you were my girlfriend or something," there was a pause.
"...Maybe I want to be," she said softly.
"Then Bonnibel, will you be my girlfriend?"
"Yes!" she hugged him tightly.
Around the corner, Marceline smiled.
So…yeah. I don't write Peebles…she always somehow ends up talking like Starfire -.- so yah. Review!