An: Oh lord, what have i done? Thanks to my laziness, i didn't write yesterday, so you are gonna not have a chapter for...yesterday, i guess.
God, i really am tired. Like, a lot. I'm probably gonna try and make something to eat first.
Mmm...Cereal...
Anyway, It occurred to me that i am writing, like, ten times the average amount of writers on here. Most take over a week for one chapter, I'm pumping one out every day. Perhaps i should slow down...or everyone should get on my level. (note: they are probably much better then me, so please don't take offence with your superior amount of fans that could spam me into the darkest corners of hell)
God, this story did not turn out how i wanted. But, it is still quite good, at least i think so. My next work will be much lazier, and much more fun to write.
Lets get on with it before i pass out. Please review, and all that. More reviews = more views = i feel more important =i write more= convoluted equation
Now, Dear readers, on with the story!
Chapter 7: Wizardly Woes
Grunting and groaning, Smithy rubbed his sore arm, looking at the various fingernail marks that had ruined most of his runes. He would have to regrow his entire epidermis, and then re carve each rune in, which would probably take all days. But, as it stands, he realized that he only had roughly 30% of his runes left, and his favored attack runes were long destroyed.
Looking back, he saw the remains of the odd creatures, either sliced into pieces, burned to ashes, or held in place by magic. He watched any bits that were not restrained or complete ash flop around, attempting to re-attach themselves, and shuddered. Horrid things would be on him again, and he didn't have many runes left to deal with em again.
Taking to the roofs with a surprising jump, he began hopping across the rooftops, heading for where he sensed the goofy wizard, and mentally wondered where Nikolai had gotten too. This was answered, however, when he spotted the beast man dashing towards the same direction he was headed, apparently unaware of him. Speeding up, he reached the speeding wolf and poked his back, causing him to leap and spin around, growling. Blinking slowly, he didn't lose his defensive posture. "How is your wife?"
Frowning, he stroked his beard. "She and yours are at your place trying to figure out why you disappeared like a ghost. They think you got sucked into the Nightosphere again."
Loosing the stance, Nikolai laughed lightly, patting the mans shoulder. "Never thought i'd be glad to see your ugly face, Smithy."
"Me ugly? You look like if a lycan got hit by a frying pan!"
They chuckled at each other, before frowning. "Why didn't you sense me?" Smithy asked, watching him sniffle.
"Stupid place is getting to me, my sense of smell is nearly gone, and the place is full of these crazy undying beasts."
Nodding, he explained the situation to the wolf man, nodding his head slowly. "So the best option is removal of the limbs, then? I've been aiming for their heads this entire time!"
Turning, they nodded silently, and headed towards their shared goal; The King of ice and snow.
The jester giggled, and sauntered through the various scenes, dealing with them with a toss of his hands, sending daggers into each of the princesses necks. Silly boy didn't realize that the answer could be as simple as this!
He stopped at the last one, the Princess standing over the still body of the Vampire-demon girl, crying softly. He frowned, knowing this couldn't be a actuality...the girl was surely still...'alive'. He watched the scene, and began to grin even more.
More information to be traded, he decided, and waited for the Ice King to be freed, and then he would release the pink girl of her torture.
They both frowned, and looked at their destination. The building looked to be some sort of warehouse, but in front of the building was a small penguin, sitting at the door with a odd vacant stare. Looking up, the Penguin gave out a 'wenk wenk!; and approached, waving his flippers at them.
"Isn't this...the Kings penguin?" Nikolai asked, wary of the creature that had defeated him before.
"Seems to be. Why would it be here?" Smithy replied, walking towards the door cautiously.
Opening the door, Smithy found himself blown away rapidly, being caught by Nikolai before becoming one with a nearby wall.
Looking inside, they realized that the inside of the building was frozen solid, and Gunter happily sauntered in, quacking all the way.
"This...doesn't seem like the others, Smithy." He spoke up, the man now standing on his own two feet.
"Agreed. Perhaps the crown is more powerful then the bindings that hold him?" The gristled man spoke up, approaching the door with caution of another magical wind.
"It obviously is. The question is if this will make our job easier or harder." Nikolai spoke up, slipping into the door.
Entering the frozen building, they came upon the realization that the Ice Kingwas definitely in control, spotting many of the strange undeath creatures stuck in ice, wriggling for freedom. They could see the man in the center of the room, sitting on a throne, mumbling to himself.
They became aware that the small penguin that had came in was nowhere to be seen, but ignored that fact. Approaching the mad monarch, the man looked up. "Hm? You guys?" he said, his voice dreary and lacking of his usual mad tone.
"We are here to free you, Simon." Smithy said, attempting to approach, to be stopped by spikes of sharpened ice.
"Smithy? Snuck in did you? Well, better hurry to the gates, Finn is gonna save you guys, and junk." he spoke, apparently not even attempting his usual jovial air.
"We have a plan to free you all at once, eh? That way, we all escape, and no one has to die."
"Die? Who said I'd die? I'll just be trapped here for however long it takes for my ice to defeat that things...stuff." He waved his arm lazily, apparently more focused on a pile of snow nearby.
"Wait, what?" they both asked, watching the man laugh.
"You guys really think that something as simple as a undeath creature would kill 'the mighty ice king'? As long as i sit here, my ice will grow and eventually consume this place, and then I'll be free to leave. Might take a few hundred years, but you gotta crack a few eggs to make a pancake!"
They watched the man return to his errant gazing, eyes frosting over as his mind descended into whatever maddening thought that he had. This, however, was interrupted by the sound of a Penguin landing on his lap.
With a oomph, he looked down at him. "Gunter, how did you get here? I told you to keep an eye on daddy's castle till he got back. Did you burn it down?" he spoke, waving his finger at him with a disapproving tone.
"Wenk!"
"No? Didn't blow it up?"
"Wenk!"
"Break the bottle containing the soul of the dragon, did you?"
"Wenk wenk!"
"Really? Not even that? Then why are you here, Gunter?"
"Wenk!"
"...Gunter, you know that daddy has to do this, so that the world doesn't get taken over by a unspeakable evil."
"Wenk!"
"Gunter, that doesn't matter. If daddy leaves, everyone is in trouble."
"Wenk wenk wenk!"
"What? Really, that old fool? Well, if he is here, i suppose we will be fine. But does he really think that will work? These two aren't exactly in their best shapes right now..." he said, murmuring in the penguins ear.
"Wenk!"
"Oh fine, Gunter. Daddy will fight the unspeakable evil, but you have to stop wandering off. Don't know how you even got here..."
Looking to the two confused allies, he laughed lightly. "Come on, then. The big battle will be starting soon, and it will be a Doozy." Cackling, he snapped his fingers, revealing the frozen form of what they presumed to be the torturer, the ice crackling into dust.
As this occurred, the Jester laughed, tossing the dagger into the Girl's throat. After the images faded, he tossed several more into the torturer, having taken the form of Marceline, and watched the pink girl disappear as the torturer turned to ash. Looking towards the door, he gleefully danced where he stood.
This was gonna be fun.
