Tittle: Desolate World ch. 2
A/N: WEEEEELL HERES CHAPTER 2 Everyone! In this chapter we'll go to Simon's and Marcy's POV! We'll see what they were doing at the exact time Finn and Jake had that "conversation". The tittle of the chapter will be the amount t of days Simon and Marcy have been traveling together thus far, right now were up to 3.28 months. In my story, Simon is 30 years old; (I'm not basing this on facts okay people?!) Instead, I'm using the little newspaper clipping and the "times" on the "Holly Jolly Episode" as a guide, seeing as the transformation advances as he wears the crown, I decided that in fact it's only been about 9 years since the first "incident" with Betty. Which happened when he was 21 meaning that yes, this guy is one really talented antiquarian! And that yes he had also known Betty waaay long before any of this happened. Also, Marcy is 7 years old.
Also, as per actual evidence, the places the two mostly visit are places that have already been evacuated (or blown up/abandoned) because of the war, Remember! The war's still going on while the two are traveling together! So my story takes place around the time that its more than half way through but still going on in other places of the world. (Not necessarily were they are in that part of the country.)
And before I forget…(*) - These star's that appear by certain sentence fragments will be explained at the end of the chapter.
Me: Father I if you would…?
Father: Of course Luminous,
Disclaimer: If Miss. Lumi owned AT then I would most certainly be there as some sort of Magical Book item…well, if only for my occasional insightful quotes…
Me: Aaaw, don't worry Father! I have BIG plans for this story! (Whispers) and for you too…
Father: what was that? (Quirks eyebrow)
Me: Nothing!~ Nothing!~ (^o^,,) On to the story!
"Speech"
'Thoughts'
Important/Flashback/Shouting/
CROWN
(Actions)- Coughs, sighs, noises etc.
Chapter 2: Day 98
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A chilly breeze blew throughout the abandoned city scape crating a small sound that resembled a wolf's howl. The sky was-as it had been for almost a year- a dull gray, courtesy of the smoke clouds that hung in the air almost motionless. If it wasn't for two people who walked the cold, cracked barren concrete of the ruins…the two, who walked without destination if looked upon from afar could easily be mistaken for a father and a daughter, if either of the two were asked the this question, they're answer would most assuredly be yes. As the breeze calmed down and the two sat upon a concrete bench, the older of the two could not help but looked down upon his traveling companion and think back to their first in counter in the world that now had no life.
'Marcy's grown so much since then.' The man thought while he chuckled quietly at the child he was watching over began to twirl around in circles with a stuffed animal he had first given her. Still quietly gazing at her he was startled when she began to cough slightly, 'Oh no…I hope she's not coming down with something,' the man had already been up and jogged to her so he could feel her forehead, 'She seems fine right now…
"Maybe a little warm…"
"Huh?" he heard someone say, 'Who…?' looking down he saw a little girl in his arms, 'what…?' he was startled when she began to giggle at him, blinking before a smile appeared on his face he asked and sang out
"And why are you~ laughing eh little one?" he said in a slight sing-song voice while tickling her stomach,
"S-Simon! q-quit it!" the girl laughed out, 'Simon…?' the man thought before cringing yet again, now realizing that was his name, 'And this isn't just some 'little girl' he thought, 'This is Marcy…'
"It's getting worse" he mumbled,
"What is?" Marcy asked innocently while tilting her head slightly to the right, realizing his mistake he quickly amended by almost shouting out-
"The weather! Marcy, the weather…-" he trailed off before continuing, "-is starting to get rather uh…chilly for you…right?" he looked down at her before walking back towards the bench and setting the girl down. Simon kneeled in front of her while resting his arms on his bent knees, 'she's so young to be going through all this…hopefully I can-I can get her through all of this.' shaking the thoughts that were beginning to take up to much room in his already depleting mind he began to asked her a question,
"Hey Marcy?" I waited until she looked at me, she was kicking her legs gently and her short hair was swinging in the breeze.
"Yha Simon?"
"I want you to look over there for me would you?" he said while pointing to the right,
"Heh-he, Simon silly!" she giggled, "that's just a rock!" blinking owlishly, Simon looked over to see that, yes indeed it was just a rock he has pointing to,
"Eh? Could have sworn I saw…" he trailed off before looking around and exclaiming,
"Ah-ha!" this time he pointed a little more to the right and slightly up words he said-almost a little smug,
"Okay, now look!" and look Marcy did,
"umm…Simon?" she questioned, fidgeting slightly, probably afraid to berst his happy bubble…
"Yha? Marcy?" he said looking down at her, apparently he had stood up sometime during the conversation,
"…That's just a house…" the girly stated bluntly. Blinking, Simon began to laugh quietly, going as far as to doubling over slightly while one of his hands went to clutch at his abdomen, he whipped an imaginary tear from one of his eyes and told her,
"Of course it is little one!" he ruffled her and chuckled a little more when she pouted up at him,
"But do you see in what condition the house is in?" he asked her and kneeled back down to face her,
"Ummm…" the girl trailed off as she looked at the house, 'it looks fine…two stories tall…' she thought, 'well…maybe needs more color…?' she frowned and looked at Simon's expecting face, 'uuuh…what I'm I missing?' she thought… Beginning to get mildly frustrated with her own inability so see whatever Simon was so clearly seeing with the house. She looked around the house instead, perhaps for any potential clues. So far she saw that the house was almost directly under a fallen bridge, but instead of being crushed it seemed that the collapse of said bridge was actually what saved the house. Looking more closely, she realized that the houses around it and even the ones further away were all damaged to some extent, some having broken windows and others even missing half of their roofs. Simon, who was still waiting patiently for her too catch on saw the glimpse of realization down on her face and smiled when she turned back to face him and happily told him,
"Good!" was all she said, tilting his head slightly as if to say aaand? She continued by saying, "The house is in good condition! It has the WHOOOLE roof! And even all the windows!" she exclaimed proudly when she saw Simon nod.
"Good Job Mar-mar!" Simon told her happily while using a pet name he had come up for her, of course when he did use it she always ended up pouting… 'Oh well' Simon shrugged and smiled at her before frowning slightly when she shivered, with the weather beginning to change… 'Marcy might not make it if she catches a cold…' He thought to himself sadly, looking up determinedly he stood up and took his little companions hand, 'In this war torn world we explore…I promise you Marcy…I'll do everything I can to never leave your side.'
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"See Mar-Mar? Warm and has just about everything we need!" Simon told her very happily. He heard a distinct *'Yha!'* from the bathroom, and he smiled to himself quietly, thinking back to earlier that day. In truth…he really was happy, at first the only thing that had caught his attention about the house was its condition and location. He hadn't cared all too much about what was inside as long as it was capable of conserving heat…But was he ever surprised! The moment he and Marceline had gone through the door **(after some lock-picking of course…)** he had almost all but jumped up in joy! (Of course that was going to be saved for later, since he had to make sure Marcy didn't go and brake into house later… Once I opened the door, I was overjoyed! There was everything you'd expect of a house, a full living room set, a dining room and after some exploring, he had even come across full outfitted rooms, beds extra sheets, everything! All that was missing was some heat and running water…Well would you believe it when he had walked over to the faucet and tried the handle which had a labeled (H) he really did jump for joy then! It had running HOT water! If there was hot running water then that meant heat! And even better! After opening some cabinets in the kitchen, I was pleasantly surprised to see a good amount of canned food, and even some boxed. (Though it would probably be safer to toss that out because of pollution…) other than that Simon was ecstatic! Having no destination in mind as to where they were going at the moment, he had decided on staying in the house for the duration of the winter to come. Admittedly Simon was not just happy for his little charge, but he was also secretly happy for himself, using the Crown's powers wasn't good for his mental health, even he knew that…or at least somewhere inside of himself he knew…but it was a necessary evil…if only so he could make sure Marcy was safe and unharmed… At the moment he was attempting to pick the lock off what he assumed to be the cellar door, he wasn't all too sure why he wanted to open it but…something was all but screaming at him to OPEN THAT DOOR! So…that's exactly what he was doing, he also didn't want Marcy to see what could possibly be inside, something else inside of him was also screaming DANGER! DANGER! And once the war had begun, after some time of wandering the ***war-lands*** he had all but developed a sort-of 6th sense to warn him of potential hazards. And that was exactly what was happening now…upon reflex he pulled the cored that would-in another time- have turned on the lights, he was-yet again- surprised to find that, yes the electricity in the house was working as well. 'You'd think the power line for this house would have crashed along with almost everything else…' he thought to himself, shrugging before uncovering his eyes, 'when had I done that?' he thought, he began to climb down the stairs before staggering back two steps and gaging. There! Right there were the bodies of a complete family! They were all clutching onto each other, the mother holding something wrapped in a blanket with one arm while the other was wrapped around two children, one boy around 7 'same as Marcy…' I thought distractedly, the other child was a girl…no more than three-maybe four years old. Tears involuntarily sprung into his eyes. 'This family could have lived so much more…' he thought…
"Simon?" he herd his name called, 'Oh no…' pushing down the bile that was threatening to come out he quickly spun around to see Marceline at the top of the stair case, rubbing at her eyes with a small fist while her other hand held the stuffed animal-'Hambo' he reminded himself-by the arm.
"Don't look Marcy!" he yelled out before somehow being able to reach the top of the stairs in record time he picked up the young girl and buried her face in his chest before he was completely out of the cellar he turned and closed the door, not even bothering to turn of the light.
"W-what's going on?" he heard the child's garbled question, thinking quickly he said,
"It's nothing Mar-mar…" placing her down on the carpeted floor she looked up at him and asked him,
"Nuh-uh!" shaking her head she pointed Hambo's finger-or-hand to him and followed up by saying, "You were all crazy, like when you wear THAT!" she told him while somehow being able to put as much distaste into the word 'that' as she could, which was quite a lot for someone her age… Sighing tiredly to himself, Simon stood up straighter and stretched.
"It really was nothing Mar-mar…just my old age catching up to me!" he laughed at his own jab at his age and then proceeded to bend down to tickle her.
"L-lies!" she laughed out while trying to get away from him, "you're only like 30-uh-something!" she laughed again before managing to move-what she considered- a safe distance away. Looking up to what she believed to be her father figure, she asked again,
"Really Simon! What's wrong in there?" she pointed to the closed door of the cellar, "It's something bad isn't it?" she asked quietly, 'She's scared…' was what Simon thought sighing once again, 'I've been doing that too much lately…' he thought on how to amend the situation without actually giving anything away. Realizing that she's probably seen some sort of…deceased-thing while she was on her own before… I opted to walked over to her slowly- so as not to chase her away again- I knelt down once more and looked her in the eyes,
****"It was a dead dog."**** There, I said it…well maybe not the truth, but it was the closest he could manage giving the current circumstances…
"A-a dead doggie?" her lips quivered,
"Yes." I cringed,
"Y-your real mean Mr. Simon!" she started to cry, and I cringed-both because she hadn't used the 'Mr.' for at least a month, and because I didn't know what I had done wrong.
"W-what's wrong Mar-mar?" I asked, 'What'd I say wrong?'
"Y-you d-didn't even s-sound sad!" she sniffed and looked up at me with her big watery eyes, "Your being really mean! W-what did it do to you?" she questioned me accusingly before turning around and ran up the stairs. Leaving me there knelt on the floor and mouth slightly agape.
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I was sitting in the kitchen holding a mug of tea trying to think over what I could have possibly done to make her so mad at me. 'What had I said wrong?' I thought, I just couldn't get to sleep after that 'little' conversation I had with Marceline…what had I done? Sighing to myself because I knew this was going to be on my mind for a while, looking up from my mug-I decided on the only thing I could think of…
*****Burying the poor family that was in the cellar.*****
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Sniffing could be heard in one of the smaller rooms, though it was one of the smallest rooms and there were bigger ones to pick from, the young girl had chosen this room in particular. The room a small-medium size, had walls that were painted a beautiful lavender, it had a creamy white celling and the room had small strips of wallpaper that bordered the celling's edge, it had butterfly's flying around while it looked like they were leaving little glow in the dark glitter. The rooms carpet was a soft brown, and the curtains where a silky red. The girl, Marceline-was in a bed which was positioned below the window and she was clutching Hambo to her chest.
'I wonder what Sim-' I cut off that train of thought, 'He's mean!' I reminded myself, 'He said the dog was d-dead like if it where some random rock o-or somthin'!' I sniffed…I didn't like to think about it. Simons been so nice to me since he found me 3 month ago…or…at least I think it's been that long… I clutched Hambo closer to me…'I-I mean he gave me Hambo! S-so of course he's no THAT mean…' I wasn't scared of him…no I was scared FOR him, every time he put on that-that THING-CROWN whatever! He would get all…all crazy and his beard would grow longer…and his skin would get bluer…sniffing again I turned around to face the door. And instead, I thought of all the fun times me and Simon would be able to do in the future…yup, it's not the end yet…'Simons my dad now…and soon…(yawn) tomorrow will be here…a-and(yawn) I'll go…..an' ap-apologize…
C: READ ME NOTICE! C:
Well here's the end of chapter 2 everyone! Two in one day! Whooo! Damn I'm I tiered! Hopefully I don't suck completely on writing stories! Next chapter(s) 3 isn't going to count-you'll see why. Will go back to Finn & Jake! (Can't wait!) okay on to explaining the stars!
*In case you haven't already figured it out…Marcy's just taking a shower.
**The "lock-picking" is a given don't you think? Simon has been traveling the ruins of the city's for some time, and when there's nothing to hunt and food is scarce, only thing you can do is go(cough)break into(cough) abandoned houses for supplies no?
***"War-Land" is basically what I'm going to start calling most of the places they go to/see. Why? Well because calling everything a ruin gets old, plus ruins basically means "the physical destruction or disintegration of something or the state of disintegrating or being destroyed." And that just doesn't quite fit in with the fact that in doesn't include all the war scars on the land and such.
****The "It was a dead dog." Part was kind to show that even though Simon has yet to go completely "insane" doesn't mean he's 'completely there. Because of what happened with the "Encounter" (which is what I'll be referring to when it comes to Simon and Betty's fight will be called). He may not be completely there, but he IS better (way) better compared to the episode "Simon and Marcy" Instead, every once in a while you'll get a glimpse on his "Cold-more serious" side, as read by how he doesn't even understand why Marcy's upset with him as all he was trying to do was comfort her.
*****This part 'Burying the poor family that was in the cellar.' Just goes to show that Simon is still very compassionate, and even though he doesn't understand why Marcy was upset with him, he's still going to go and do what he thinks is right, and that's burry the family that was in the cellar.
Well! That's all for now everyone!
Before I forget, This story is going to be referencing to 2 one-shots i made called
"Is This what I am?"
And
"I'm I...Truly?"
So you may think it wise to go read those...
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