"February 20th, 2075," Simon Petrikov recorded on his video camera, "I stand in what was Boston, MA. Just a year ago, this was a thriving metropolis. It was until President Evil Lincoln declared war on North Korea...".
Suddenly, he heard a sobbing. He put down his camera and looked around for the source. He poked his head around a corner and saw her. It was a six year old girl with long hair, as black as night. He and his fiancee Betty had planned on having children before he put that damned crown on his head and caused her to run off. Simon had always loved children. He loved showing off cool artifacts from around the world and hearing the "ooh"s and "aah"s from the children.
He slowly walked up to her.
"Hello," he said.
"Hey, who are you?"
"My name is Simon."
"Mine's Marceline."
"Why were you crying?"
"My father escaped into the Nightosphere when the war started, leaving me alone."
"Now you're not. You have me. And as long as I'm here, you'll be okay."
to be continued