A/N: This is my old story 'Simon' Take two! Basically because I saw 'Betty' last night and decided to change it by a lot. This is just the prologue and it isn't very good a kind of silly but I have a lot of crazy stuff in store for this story.

I'm kind going off of a few hours of sleep and one episode sooo. I don't have much to go off of with Betty.

Simon's POV:

Life Can Be A Dream, Sweetheart:

'Now was the moment of truth. Here we were in the office of one, Dr. Betty P. Oh Glob, I'm so nervous as I think of everything that could possibly go wrong today, but the little girl sitting next to me, I call her Marci, takes my hand and I begin to calm down. In my mind, just three words float around 'We did it...' Followed by a four word sentence 'We found a loop...' That is until I hear her voice. The voice of my beloved princess, Betty.

"Who is it?" Betty asked, her footsteps sounding down the hallow halls as she walks.

"He says his name is Ice King." Her plucky little assistant answers, and I can hear her breath hitch in her throat.

She slowly repeat the name, the title that had marked me for over many years. "Ice King."

At this point, I get up from my chair and slowly let go of Marci's hand and tried to stand as straight as possible. I wonder if I was holding my breath, for the moment I stood up, I began to feel dizzy and light headed. As always though, Marci was there to keep me standing.

"Simon, relax." Marci muttered as she scans the magazines set on the table beside us, though she really didn't have an interest in them.

In a split second, the ginger haired doctor is standing in front of us and she looks a bit frightened at first, but then she seems to calm when she sees that little Marci is with me. She more than likely assumes that that is why I am here. That the blue tinted skinned, princess obsessed loon is just there with a friend. That isn't the case at all.

"Ice King, you do know I'm not a real princess right?" She asked bluntly, looking quite surprised that she had actually said that.

Shes still sore about what I had said before, even though she had forgiven me when we met in Ooo... What I said about being the Ice King, and the memory or me attacking her in our home all those years ago. I can just tell by the way she used my own words against me. They pierce my heart like a hot ironed spear, but I am to numb to really notice it. Slowly, I take a step forward just as she does. She doesn't step back, letting off an aura of trust.

"I know, but you'll always be a princess in my book, Betty." I answered with a slight smile as I removed my crown. "And I don't go by Ice King anymore... I haven't for a while now."

I felt heat suddenly rush back into my core and spread out inside my body, the blood in my veins bringing back color to my pale face. I felt clouds erupt in front of my face as my frozen lungs began to work again and slowly defrost. My hair, well, it was still long, but at least the brown color was also returning. I heard Betty cry, and opened my eyes (which I did not realize I had closed) and saw only blurs. This wasn't caused by my wizard eyes though, it was caused by the fact that my glasses had been left at the Ice Kingdom upon us leaving.

The voices were gone now. The only ones I could hear were Marci's laughs and Betty's cries. I didn't feel old or sickly either. I felt healthy and alive again, the magic still flowing within me but not enough to change me at all.

"I go by Simon now." I said with a smile, wincing only once when Betty crushed me in a tight hug. "Well, again I suppose."

She pulls out of the hug and frowns as she punches me hard in the arm. I winced again and rubbed it, but then was crushed in another hug from both Marci and Betty this time.

"Idiot... How did you do it? Why didn't you do it before? What happened after the Mushroom war? What happened with you?" She buzzed me with questions and I could only answer with a soft laugh.

"Betty... I have the answer to all of your questions." I said sweetly, about to make a snarky comment. "They are all written down in my journals back at the ice kingdom. You can read them if you, oh I don't know... Take of the rest of the day to come see?"

Smiling widely, Betty nodded her head and took my hand in hers and Marci took my other hand. As we left, I could see the concerned look on the Vampire's face. The written tales waiting for us back at the ice kingdom weren't happy fairytails. We both knew it, but Betty didn't. As we took off on Betty's stolen carpet (stolen from me who had stolen it from Ash), I squeezed her hand tighter, worried that if I let go then she might disappear forever this time, like in the dreams I would have long ago... In my journals, these dreams were written down as well.'

I sat bolt right up in my bed as my eyes flew open and quickly turned to my bedside table as I grasped its wooden surface for my glasses. It had been the second week in a row that I was plagued by these strange dreams. Dreams that I could not quite explain and yet feared the possibility of what they meant.

"The land of Ooo, Ice King, Marcy... None of it adds up, none of this makes sense at all." I spoke out loud to myself as I reached for my leather backed journal and opened it to check my notes from the night before. "These dreams... They're all like something out of a children's book."

I gasped loudly as the alarm clock beside me blared its six AM tune, warning me that I was going to be late for the beginning of my day if I did not hurry. With a groan, I hit the snooze button and swung my legs over the side of my bed, quickly scrawling down a note before getting up the begin my day.

'Each dream seems to end as my day begins... With an entry from a journal.'