It was morning, and the suns golden locks streamed into the treehouse, pouring its beauty onto Finn's pale face. There was nothing better than the beauty of the morning, or so you might think. In Ooo, morning didn't just mean beauty; it meant hideousness, fear, and great horror. This particular day wasn't very beautiful—it was dark. Very, very, dark.
Jake groaned as he turned to his side, snoring sound asleep. Finn on the other hand was moving rambunctiously, pulling off his blankets with his legs. He groaned and grunted, saying incoherent slurs from whenever the blanket moved over his head. He rose up intensely, creating a piercing shriek. Jake lifted his eyelids, and rubbed them as he looked at Finn panting severely. "Whoa, man. What's wrong?" He turned to him, his expression blank. "Nothing." His voice was hoarse. "That scream didn't sound like nothing." Finn glared at him. "NO IT'S NOT!" Jake didn't know what to do then fall back to sleep.
Finn ran down stares to scout for some breakfast. He threw out everything he thought was unappetizing and shrieked every 5 minutes. BMO sprung to life after hearing the loud disturbance coming from the kitchen. "Hello, master! Shall I make some bacon pancakes for you?" Finn smiled and nodded his head. The sweet aroma filled the air, and flew into Jake's mouth and nose. He woke up and started to dance a bit. "Bacon pancakes, makin' bacon pancakes, bacon pancaaakes." He danced downstairs into the kitchen.
"Ooh, smells good, BMO." Finn stared at him intensely. "Mm, I think there's something else I want." He ran after Jake, until he was finally able to grab his sword and stab him with it. Finn smirked at the site of the motionless body. He reached his hand into the enormous cut, and grabbed his intestines. He bit one in half, gushing out blood everywhere. He continued to slurp on the blood and intestines. He ripped out his spine and splashed it onto the floor. He cut off his arms and legs, and bit off the ears and snout. He slurped up the blood on the floor and continued to eat at Jakes lifeless body. He ripped off one of his lungs, and took a big chunk into his mouth. He licked it a bit, and stared intensely at BMO, who was watching in horror. He continued to eat and began munching on the next lung. Blood gushed everywhere, splattering on walls and ceilings. "FINN STOP!" BMO charged at Finn, but Finn whipped his arm, knocking it into a pool of blood. He ripped out the canines skull, and began smashing it with his hand, already streaming out rivers of blood. He tore out his stomach and sliced it in half. Blood mixed with the stomach acid. He jumped up and down on the puddle until he came to the dogs brain. He began biting intensely at it, blood pouring onto his teeth and clothes. He then smashed the brain with his fist. He tore out all other organs, and began chewing on them. He had only left the heart, which he took out and laid out on the floor. He stared at it, then finally put his foot up, and stomped at it. Blood lay covered on the floor, which had then been licked up by Finn. He de skinned the animal, and gorged his eyes out. He began chewing on them, and ate the rest of the body. His arms began stretching in places never knew, his legs started stretching as well. He began laughing maniacally, he had new powers; the powers of the once brother and best friend, Jake the Dog.