Chapter 3: Fern Cakes

"Finn?"

Finn whirled around in a panic. He'd been successfully avoiding Fern all day long, having known that what he had done would lead to serious consequences. Still, what was done was done. Hopefully he could bluff past this, and come out relatively unscathed.

"Hey, uh, Fern! How's your day been?"

"I'm not doing so hot right now. I haven't been getting enough sunlight, I'm dried out from not drinking for like, 2 hours, and someone ate all my Fern cakes."

Finn tugged at his mechanical arm, pulse slowly speeding up.

"God dammit is he toying with me? He's gotta be toying with me. But he doesn't usually joke around. Fucking hell, was I ever this bad? Gotta feel sorry for mom and pop."

His thoughts raced, none of them quite making sense, as he started envisioning the ways Fern could take him apart.

"Gee, that sucks. Need some help making more?"

"Nah, I'm cool with it. Besides, revenge is going to taste so much more sweeter than any Fern cake either you or I could ever make."

"SHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHIT-" Finn tried to grin at Fern, but just ended up making it look like he had constipation.

"Don't go too overboard with anything you do to the dude, alright? I think we've had enough talks about this. Talking is good, slaying is bad. Well, except when talking is bad and slaying is needed, but you know when to do that anyway. How about I just let you get to the, uh, hunting? I think Jake was just calling me, so I'm just gonna-"

He had only taken a step away from Fern when he heard a snick come from behind him. Frozen in terror, he slowly turned his head and stared at the little switchblade in Fern's hand.

"I know you did it, Finn. don't try and deny it. You had BMO trained well, I'll give you that. It took quite a while for me to get him to squeal, but he gave me the footage of you stuffing your face with my cakes. Those were my cakes, Finn. I made them for me. How could you?"

With every word, Fern took a slight step towards Finn, whose face was pale with fear.

"SHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHIT-"

"Now, how about we get those cakes back out of you, and right into me, where they rightfully belong?"

Finn screamed.

Author's Note: How about something lighthearted for a change? PB Part 2 is still in the works. This was inspired by the wonderful frejaboisen on Tumblr, go check her out!