Since I have tons of free time, might as well update fast and with detail.

The blanket that was the sky above unfurled the bright luminous sun-pillow presumably weaved into it (considering that just like the sun in Ooo, it was extremely bright and unhealthy to look at directly). The faint sound of a pillow chicken somewhere in the distance ringed in the still quiet town.

And a boy in a tunic opened his eyes, now into the second day of his life in the Pillow World. Though still groggy, he sat up and himself gather his senses for a bit. His bag and sword was still littered on the floor.

He took a look at the pillow clock hanging right above the pillow television. 7:30 AM. Rather early, considering that Finn would usually wake up between around 9 o'clock back home.

Having nothing to do, he stood up and exited the room, down to the dining room downstairs.

There he found Quilten, merry as usual, eating a bowl of pillow cereal while reading a newspaper made of fabric. Then he saw Rosalinen, eating the same thing. What got Finn's curiosity, however, was what was apparently a uniform.

"Oh hey there, Finn. Want some cereal?" Rosalinen greeted.

"Well, sure. Yeah. I'd wanna make it myself, though." Finn replied back

"Well, if it isn't Finn the Flesh Pillow! Good morning! Finding our world nice?" Quilten butted in.

"Uh...yeah. Cool. Loving it here, actually."

"My daughter here's getting ready for school! Well, since you are here, I guess you're a bit happy you don't have to go, huh?"

"What's school?" Finn asked.

The look on their faces would have been comedy gold. Quilten had a very amused frown on his face, while Rosalinen looked like she just heard one of the most shocking things she had ever heard.

"Y-you d-don't go to school?" was the only thing Rosalinen could utter.

"School? That's where you...uh, try to learn some weird book stuff, right?" Finn bemusedly asked. His only knowledge of the meaning of the world school was some place to learn...something. He remembered Princess Bubblegum apparently going to one, which would have explained her deep knowledge of almost everything related to science. The idea of a place to learn specific subjects; do tests, exams, quizzes; and even do homework, however, was an idea foreign to Finn's mind.

His reply only furthered Rosalinen's astonishment (and jaw drop), and Quilten's inabilty to decide on what to think about this.

"Is that what the dress is for? I dunno, actually."

"What's 1+1?" Rosalinen asked.

"2. Huh?"

"5+5?"

"10."

"13+7?"

"Uhh...lemme think," Finn took at least 5 seconds to decide on an answer. "20?"

"3x3?" Rosalinen then asked. This one had Finn wondering. Multiplication to him was something Bubblegum had difficulty ingraining into his mind; he could understand the concept, but he sucked at utilizing it.

"6? W-wait, that's horribly wrong." Finn replied, taking 10 seconds to answer. "9. Is that correct?"

A large confused frown on Rosalinen had formed. "12 divided by 6?" She then asked. Unfortunately, division was completely out of Finn's ability.

"Heck if I know, why all the questions?" Finn asked. Rosalinen's astoundment was nearing infinity.

"What's a noun?"

"Dunno either,"

"What are the five senses?"

"Pft. It's the ears, nose, tongue, skin, and eyes, right?"

"Those are body parts. What are the systems of the body?"

"Systems? Like, what kinda systems?"

Rosalinen was about to facedesk herself. Though she didn't hold it against him, she could not believe that the boy that had saved their village was also apparently so uneducated that he had trouble grasping the concept of school. Quilten in the meanwhile, appeared to be deep in thought.

"Why the long faces? I just find those stuff nerdy and difficult."

"Well, I dunno if you'll come a long way, Finn the Flesh Pillow, but...well, everyone in town goes to school, you see. It's useful in the future, because you'd get knowledge on general stuff, and you could also field of knowledge you'd want to have a job in." Quilten said.

"Dunno, but for me, being a hero is already my job. I don't need this school thing, y'know. It'll grab time away from me kicking the butts of evil." Finn exclaimed.

"But you're gonna need it, you know," Rosalinen replied, putting a hand on Finn's shoulder. "How are you gonna deal with money? How will you be able to understand...well, things about how the world works? Like why everything falls, or the history of something, or some other things like understanding music or art, or maybe how to deal with money? How would you even get a job? To get food on the table?"

"I'd hunt." Finn said bluntly. "I dunno, it ain't my stuff. I'm just here alive in the world to have fun, go on adventures, and be a hero. I'll be honest, I'd rather leave those kinda stuff to the guys who'd be interested in it. I ain't one of those guys, I guess."

"I guess stuff just work differently between our worlds. You need that kind of stuff here, you know." She said.

"And it's already 7:40. You better get going, darling." Quilten simply said.

"Well, I guess I'll just continue trying to find a way to get back. When I find it, I'll go back here and say my goodbyes to everyone, I guess."

"Do you want me to send some people to help you?" Quilten asked.

"Nah. I can do it on my own."

"Well, good luck then Finn." Rosalinen said with a small smile. "If you find it, say goodbye to us. We'll be home by around 4:30 in the afternoon."

"Alrighty then,"

And with that, Finn went upstairs to retrieve his stuff, while Rosalinen got her school bag and Quilten prepared to go to work.

4:30. An exhausted, sullen Finn sat down on the hill, a large hole boring into the mountain of fabric he was on. Having his efforts at lifting each and every sheet in vain, he had decided to slash the hill all up and go spelunking in search of the door, and failed. Since he had a lot of time, he wandered around searching for someone to help him, and came across a magician who specialized in portals. Unfortunately, he could only make portals within the Pillow World, and was unable to help Finn in any way. He then tried to find another magician, and found one who had the power of seeing through things, and seeing very far. He saw nothing in the hill, not even a semblance of an inner tunnel from a portal. Throughout the day he went around seeking for help when his own efforts couldn't do, but none helped.

Roselinen, still with her school bag and in her uniform, came by Finn to see what had happened to him. There he was again, apparently in deep thought on what to do.

"No success?"

"Nope, nada, nah. This stuff is difficult! I went all over the place, looking for guys to help me, I tried digging into the hill, I tried lifting the sheets, nothing! I bet everyone I know back home is concerned about me! They bet I might have disappeared or even died! And my girlfriend, what will she think? I just disappeared, like poof!" Finn slumped in dejection.

Rosalinen decided to sit by Finn just like yesterday, putting her bag down by the side.

"Well, if you get back, whether tomorrow or until death, I hope they'd understand."

"If I come back an old man, would they even still remember me? How would they feel if someone close to them disappeared for tons of years and only came back when everyone was old? Heck, what if I die here?"

Rosalinen could not reply.

"And Flame Princess would be really concerned about me. I...uh..." he said with reluctance. "I, well...think, I...love her, and she probably l-l-loves me back...oh, I don't know," he said miserably, unable to stop what he truly felt for Flame Princess. Rosalinen couldn't even think of what to say. Though she respected his relationship, and was sympathetic to his circumstance, she too was conflicted, as she herself had an attraction to Finn. Maybe it was because of his heroism in killing the dragon, or the way he was fun to be with, or maybe his appearance in general, but she didn't know. She continued to be silent, unable to say a thing.

"You know what, maybe this is just a really deep dream. Can you punch me?"

Roselinen was bemused by his request. "I don't punch good,"

"Just try it. In the face, for good measure"

What followed was one of the most surprisingly painful punches he had ever experienced. Sure, there were much more painful things he had already experienced before, but he didn't expect her to sting that impressively. Then again, it was at his face. And unfortunately, he remained very much conscious in the Pillow World.

"Oooow. Point one, that stings. Point two, I'm still here, and not awake in my world jolting from the shock," Finn said. "Sheesh, how'll I get back?"

A month had passed. Finn traveled great distances to get help. Not one person could give advice or help. In the meanwhile, Finn had started to live at Rosalinen's house, leaving everyday to journey into faraway lands to find help. At first, he'd offered to make his own house in the meantime, but Quilten and Rosalinen insisted on him staying with them. Day by day, they went to the routine: Rosalinen to school, Quilten to city hall, and Finn to the lands beyond, searching for assistance.

He was losing hope that he would still be able to return back to Ooo. He figured he'd been reported missing, with Jake and Flame Princess desperate to find him, and probably with Princess Bubblegum leading a search and rescue mission to wherever he'd went. This world was not a dream, and neither a hallucination.

And he was puzzled on his relationship with Rosalinen. She was a good friend and a pretty girl, and they always understood each other. But Finn felt as if it was turning into something deeper than mere friendship. It has been a month since the two had met, and now, he was living with her, always together with her, enjoying each other's company...

Meanwhile in another world would be a distressed Flame Princess wondering what had happened to her boyfriend. Finn was losing hope of ever seeing her again. His friends in Ooo would be afflicted by his disappearance. He had a great fear of never returning, and was horrified by the thought of losing that part of his life.

If it was to become a chapter of his life so abruptly put into an end for no reason at all other than a mad prank by fate, then Finn would doubt his very existence here; his life, all his experiences, suffering, and joy, his friends, the people he cared for, and the girl he loved, were it to be erased in just like this? He felt he did not truly belong here; his real life being back in Ooo, with his brother, his girlfriend, and the people he cares for.

Finn wondered how fate would deal with him next.

Jake opened a chest of unused stuff, looking for the fishing rod. He farted.

It's summer where I live. If I can update at least every day or every other day, why not? Reviews upon reviews please. Please point out errors.