Hey, there readers! It's been quite a while, but this is Archwroter and he is back with another story for all you readers out there! First of all, I don't own Adventure Time or anything else, capiche? And now, y'all may enjoy my new story and remember, your reviews are very appreciated!
Chapter 1: First Day Back at Home
The airplane landed at the airport in New York. There seemed to be many passengers that got out of it. More than 200 passengers were rushing to the immigration counter for passport verifications.
One of them was a 19 year old boy. He went to the luggage conveyor and retrieved his luggage, which was a green backpack and a grey bag. He was about to walk past the security until the metal detector rang. He sighed as he was taken to the office by a few security guards. "Alright, let's see what you've got in there..." the chief of the guards said to him. The boy sighed and simply opened his bag, to reveal a metal dog cage inside. The chief sighed and said, "Y'know, there's a rule that spoke about animals on the plane...". The boy, however, was prepared for this. He pulled out a small stack of cash from his back pocket and he handed it to the security chief. "What the hell is this?" the guard spoke rather coarsely. "You know what I'm tryin' to offer. I just don't want no trouble, capiche?" the boy replied. The guard took the cash quickly and allowed him to leave.
"Great! Ten fuckin' minutes in New York and I've already spent 100 dollars on bribes..." the boy thought to himself as he scratched his golden hair under his bear-shaped hat. He went to the taxi stand and halted a cab. So he continued his journey in the cab towards Little Italy, his old home. "Things sure have changed in Little Italy..." the boy spoke as he viewed the conditions of Little Italy. "Oh, you're from around here? Never seen ya' b'fore..." the cab driver said. Finn chuckled slightly and said, "Well, I used to be well-known. At least I used to...". The driver looked at him through the rearview mirror and said, "With that language, you're most likely a Sicilian...".
However, before the boy could respond, the cab was stopped. 4 people stood in the way. One of them who was a fat guy, went to the window next to the driver's seat with a knife in his hand. "Give up the cash box, old man!" he threatened. The boy glared at the thief from the back seat. He noticed how careless the thief was in handling the knife. He didn't want to be the victim of a mindless gang of thieves so he had to do something. He sighed knowing that this might get him some unwanted attention. He quickly grabbed the fat thief's hand and pushed it up until the knife got stuck on the roof. He dug his nails into the thief's wrist to the point that he released the knife. By using only one arm, he pulled the thief towards the cab until his head rammed into the door. The thief fell on the ground and the boy retrieved the knife from the roof. "Step on it! Go! Go!" the boy yelled to the driver, who wasted no time and drived away. As they passed the other three, the boy passed the knife back to them.
When they finally reached an apartment on Bowery Street, the driver pulled over and dropped the boy at his destination. "Son, I'd like to thank ya' for helping me back then. Hey, why don't ya' tell me your name?" the driver said to the boy who handed him 20 dollars cash. The boy fixed his bear hat, blue t-shirt and his blue jeans before replying, "Well, my name is Finn...". The old cab driver recalled his memories and gasped when he remembered. "Wait a second, you're Finn? As in..." Finn didn't allow him to finish though. "Don't say my last name... And do NOT tell anyone I'm back, capiche?" Finn cut in, which the cab driver nodded to before driving away.
Finn sighed. "My first day back in Little Italy and it's crap. Much more fuckin' crappy than I thought it could be. I bet by now the Family must've heard about me..." Finn spoke out loud. However, he didn't realize that it was about to get much worse.
He looked at the 3-floor apartment building in front of him. He knew that apartment would be good enough to be his new home, where he'll make a new beginning and forget his past. Suddenly, a wooden chair was thrown out of the window on the first floor. The broken shards of glass landed not far from where he was and the chair itself nearly landed on him. "What do you think this place is, huh? How dare you! HOW DARE YOU!" a shrill male voice was heard from the room. "I'm the landlord here, and I want you outta here with your stupid guitar!" the voice continued. Finn expected that it was the landlord yelling at the person who lived there. Once all the commotion had cleared, he quickly met the landlord. He was a 40 year old with a wrinkly face and yellow-dyed hair. He wore a black button up shirt and dress pants of the same colour. His name was Earl Lemongrab, the name suited him as his hair was yellow like a lemon.
"Good, 250 each month. No parties or you'll end up like the guy before..." the landlord discussed about the conditions on living in the apartment. Finn sighed and nodded reluctantly before leaving to his new apartment. "Hold it! What is that?" Earl pointed at Finn's dog cage. "UNACCEPTABLE! You WANT to bring a dog inside my building?!" he yelled at Finn. Finn tried to negotiate with him so he would be allowed to bring his dog with him. However before he could say anything, Earl said, "Fine, if you really want to keep him. I will raise your rent to 400 a month, no discussion...". Finn couldn't even argue as the landlord simply walked out of the office for lunch.
With a defeated sigh, he took the stairs and climbed them up to the second floor. Finn should not have thought it could not get any worse, but that was exactly what he thought to himself.