Chapter 1

The Taste of Freedom

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Cold air were polluting everywhere in this location. Tiny forms of minty snow where floating freely into the cold air. In the deepest of sights, a huge bar of deformed ice stood. If one would observe closely, with ease and with focus, one could definitely see the figure of a man inside the bar of ice. The body was preserved by the ice; it made sure that whatever was inside would still be able to sustain life once it would set him free.

In a few split seconds, the huge ice bar soon began to attain cracks on certain parts. As it made its soft and gentle crackling sound, cold snow fluttered. The crack soon began to widen and grow fiercer, until the upper part had completely cracked itself off of its original position. And what it was hiding, was indeed a man; half of his lower body were still being occupied by the freezing ice. He had icy blonde hair, it almost looked like snow; gently covering the upper corner of his closed eyes. The man was wearing a dark blue long sleeved top that were folded up to his elbows. Cold air of breaths came out of his nose. The color of his skin seemed rather pale and icy, than usual. In his right hand, he wore a ring; a pure gold colored ring.

The lower parts of the cold ice soon began to shatter. The body of the man fell on the icy floor, causing him to gain a slight feel of consciousness. Seeing nothing but whiteness, smelling no odor nor scent. He was lost and weak, not knowing where he was. He fluttered his heavy lids, showing the color of his squinted eyelids. He had glimmering dark blue eyes that would give a person a rude attitude of staring at him straight to the eyeballs. He shifted uncomfortably and looked around, seeing the sights that surrounded him. Slowly, he stood on his two weak legs; walking towards the ice he came from. He grabbed a brown sling bag that looked ragged but yet trusted, and capable enough to carry the materials it contained. He groaned, as he saw the golden ring attached on his right forefinger. It seemed to have a grip on its location, not having the want of it to let go of him. Gaining back his senses, the man wore the sling bag; and began to walk out of the icy chambers.

The moment he got out, he breathed heavily; inhaling the fresh air he longed to be with. He saw the world not as it was before. 'I wonder what had happened.' He thought to himself observing the very different land he was walking on. Flowers that looked as if they were rare, creatures that appeared to look like aliens. He rubbed his forehead, and sighed heavily. Who knew what kind of adventure awaited him? Even though he was being fenced by weird off-springs, he didn't dare stop his tracks; the man kept walking and walking, until he eventually got the feeling of a belly's rumble. 'What the? How could this be? Am I hungry?' He questioned to himself gently rubbing his stomach. Although you would say he had the body of limp old man, well, he didn't; instead, he had the body of a young man. He was fit, with all around muscles, but they weren't the barbaric buff kind. The stranger soon wandered off, looking for anything edible for him to occupy. He then made his way to the grasslands, seeing no trees of any such. All he saw was one very odd looking tree; it looked huge, and unusual. It had windows, and a little door. What surrounded it were things that he found very familiar. Out of curiosity, the young lad walked his way towards the things he saw. He crossed his arms, and scratched his hairless chin, all the while picking up a small piece of a computer chip on the pile of it. He carefully placed it back, and walked to the door. Knocking gently, hoping for questions to be answered. In the small window, he saw a little robot peeping its sights on him.

"Who are you?" A voice from the opposite side spoke. The voice sounded old, raggy and yet experienced.

"Oh. You may address to me as Finn. It's a pleasure to be of your acquaintance." The man replied with his deep, soft, tender and quite silky voice.

"Are you evil, Finn?" The voice questioned.

"Most certainly not. Are you?" Finn replied with a small smile on his face.

"No." The voice said, slowly opening the door. Finn had a calm look on his face; he was excited to see the first person he had spoken to from his breakthrough from the ice. He saw a yellow brownish dog with wide eyes. The dog sniffed, at Finn's scent, familiarizing his odd aura. "What are you? Are you like the Ice King's son or something?" The dog added. Finn's eyes widened, and his brows furrowed.

"Ice King? I beg your pardon. I am no son of this king of ice you speak of." He replied with a hint of smiling in his voice.

"Okay... Well, I'm Jake the Dog. It is uhh nice to meet of your umm acquaintance." Jake said, holding out his hand to the stranger, who gladly shook it. "You can come in if you like." He added giving him a signal to enter his domain.

"Thanks." Finn replied following Jake. As he entered, a little blue green robot caught his eye. It seemed to be sitting perfectly still, until it saw Jake and immediately ran to his side.

"Pssst. Jake? Is he the Ice King's son?" The robot whispered. Jake's eyes furrowed, and a smile began to grace his face.

"D'aaaw. Beemo, I think this dude's a trusty guy." Jake whispered back, giving Beemo a pat on the head. "He's name's Finn, by the way." He added.

"I mean no offense, but. Are you a talking dog? And your friend there, is he a robot?" Finn asked out of curiosity.

"Yeah, I'm Jake the magical awesome Dog. And this is, Beemo." Jake replied, pointing at his friend. Finn's eyes widened as he then realized that he was no longer walking at the earth he used to know. "Uhh, Finn? You okay? You look like you've seen a ghost, buddy. Don't worry we ain't no ghost, man." The talking dog replied.

Finn breathed heavily, as thoughts and fear crashed through his head. He didn't exactly know what to do; especially since it was hard indeed to think with an empty stomach. He sighed heavily, not wanting himself to faint; for he knew this was coming for him. "What year is it, Jake?" Finn questioned as he swallowed.

"Ueh. Year? Well, I'm not exactly sure. But umm..." Jake walked to a calendar and flipped some pages. "I think, it's about, one thousand and seventeen years passed the Mushroom War. Yeah, that's it." He said out of finality as he scratched his chin.

"Mushroom War? What is that, some kind of nuclear explosion?" Finn questioned.

"I'm not really sure, but, I think so." Jake replied scratching his upper left ear with his hand. Beemo, the robot, jumped off of Jake and decided to join the conversation.

"The Mushroom War was the very reason why humans had gone to extinction." Beemo blurted out with its little robot accent.

"So, Finn. What are you like, uhh mutant snow man or something?" Jake asked the newly found friend.

"What? Am I that pale?" He murmured. "Well, no. I'm uhm uh." Finn stuttered, for he knew that he couldn't possibly tell him the truth. The truth, of him having a half part of being a human.

"So, what? Are you like Jack Frost's cousin or something?" Jake again asked him in an annoying manner, but not offensively.

"No. I don't even think Jack has a cousin... Well, actually I-I am a being that can control ice and what not." Finn muttered as he let out a cool breeze of ice from his left hand. It was true, he can control ice. In fact that was the very reason why he had survived the great Mushroom War. It was because of the ice.

Jake's eyes widened. "I knew it! Dude, you are so cool! Literally!" The dog yelled punching the air. "But you're not related with the Ice King? Aren't you?"

"Ice King?" Finn asked.

"Oh. Never mind." Jake said wailing his hand through the air freely. "It's almost time for lunch, Finn. Wanna stay for a while, man?" He added with a warm tone. Finn smiled at this.

"Sure, thank you."

The two gentlemen, together, ate their meals for the hour of lunch. Jake had made something Finn had never ever heard of nor tasted, it was his Everything Burrito. Finn didn't want to act rude and to question his ways, so he simply ate his meal with proper manner. He didn't eat it savagely; in fact he ate it like a trained well-being. Jake noticed his features and attitude. His diction and scent; the way he spoke, the way he introduced himself.

"Do you know any princesses?" Jake asked all of a sudden.

"Hmm? Well, not in particular though. I know few, but I don't think they'd be here." Finn answered taking a small bite of his burrito.

"Lay it on me, man. I know every dame in this pile hole." Jake said munching his homemade meal.

"What day is it today?" Finn asked out of the topic.

"Today, is err, Frostday. Yeah." Jake answered unsurely.

"Don't you mean, Friday?" Finn again asked with doubt.

"Well, it was called Friday before; but now it was replaced as Frostday. Because of this day being the time when that strong outbreak of ice suddenly released itself from who knows what." Jake said.

"Frostday?" Finn murmured to himself. He then knew that, that day was the day that the ice wrapped itself into him. That wretched day, that destroyed his means of living. The very reason why he is where he is at this current moment. He sighed again heavily, and scratched his forehead.

"What's wrong, Finn?" Jake asked with a hint of concern. "You know what, you're knew around here aren't you, dude?"

"Yes, well, sort of." Finn replied running his fingers through his hair because of the stress he was feeling.

"Do you want me to show you around, buddy? I mean, you seem heavily problemed. I bet there are a few peeps here that could fix you up." Jake suggested. "You know what, Finn? Even though I've only met you for this super quick moment, I feel sort of different. It's like I trust you or something."

Finn gazed at Jake's brotherly eyes, and smiled worriedly. One thought made through his mind. One thought that seemed to brighten up his day.

'I've spotted a friend.'

Author's note: Hey peoples, Rachel here :] again...

I just want you dude's to know that, this isn't the Farmworld Finn story kind of things. This story has a TOTALLY different plot. I'm sorry if you're disappointed of this not being a Farmworld Finn thingy :'( I really am. And also for my mistakes ;_;

This is actually about Finn being newbie here in the Land of Ooo. Btw, he is 18 here, well yeah. The rest you'll know in the story ;) As the story goes, the more of his past will be revealed :D

Story contains: Finnceline, Fubblegum and Jake x Lady :]
Should I put in Flinn? Finn x FP? Tell meee!

I love you guys! Thanks for the read! I'll update every Fridays (lol Frostday *wink* *wink*) or Saturdays.

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