Epilogue: what does the flippin' soup mean?
Joshua was slowly walking towards his treehouse after a long, long day, full of fixing up the dungeon and letting all the monsters in it. And it took nearly the fifth part of his treasures to fill them up with loot.
"Hope Jake will like this part." He mumbled to himself, chucking."Gotta tell Finn about dungeon when I am back home."
In fact, there are a few hours he still could afford on adventuring. He thought for a while, then brightened up, saying:
"What about another round, Eternal Massacre, huh?"
When we got outside the dungeon, it was already afternoon. Sadly, as we were going on another adventure, we couldn't take all the stuff dropped from those guys, so we just gathered it all before the entrance. Need to return and pick this all to our Treasure Room, but maybe later. Right now I am coming with my buddy, ready to punch the evil butts and bring justice into every dungeon we could find on our way, beginning with that cave Flambo's brother told us about.
Speaking about Finn, I get to admit: it was one of our nastiest adventures, with Finn staying on the verge of sanity, but I fixed him up, because it was me who went to FP and got a letter, so, technically, all tributes go to me. And nobody even got injured in process! Expect for Finn, with FP head-slamming him. And maybe FP, all messed up because of hurting Finn. Well, we could actually add PB, because we didn't let her sleep...
Ok, ok, there were some injuries, but, well duh, no war is won without casualties.
Finn was walking by the side of his step–brother, problem-reason-and-solver, the only one Jake the Dog. Everything was fine; FP Lover Finn left somewhat startled, but hopeful, considering to retrain for FP Friend Finn for time. Still, Adventurous Finn was unsatisfied, but he didn't say anything, didn't shout or argue; he was silent. And that was almost scary.
However, Dad said he'd find something finally fixing him up in that weird cave, so he was left quite hopeful, yet with some strange thoughts occurring to his mind.
"Oh math, I didn't receive that much of punches for years." Groaned Joshua, almost dragging himself out of the devilish train, holding on his demon blood sword to restrain his balance. And the worst part is he lost his Future Crystal, that was picked up by the very strange gal who had beaten the juice out of him. "Maybe Margaret is right and I am getting too old old for this." He said, then slapping himself on his face. "Of course you are old! Only an old moronic dog will talk to himself!" There was one comforting view, though, right before the Crystal slipped away from his fingers: something of his children beating up this gal and picking up the Crystal.
Finally getting back home, he was met by Finn, shooting questions on him:
"'Sup, Dad? Were you on adventure? Did you bring anything cool? Would you tell me a story?"
"Indeed, Sonny, I've got one story. Not like a story, more of an advice, but you need to put it into your Vault, cause we don't want you to think of it all of your life, right?"
And here we are: walking towards whatever Glob brings to as, ready to slain it or help it, considering its alignment, or so I thought. Suddenly Finn exclaimed:
"What... is the meaning of 'soup'?"
Oh man, not again.
That is it. The Fin. Makes me sad, but also feels great, cause it is the first fic I have ever written and man, I finished it! Already have an idea of what to write next, but I don't tell ya right now.
A cliffhanger. Mua-ha-ha.
Sorry, guys, just having fun)
Here is the tip: she is made of fire, and I left her quite messed up in this story, so somebody gotta help her out. Not Jake. Anybody else, expect Jake.
Oh, and yes. Eternal Massacre is Dungeon Train, I just like it like that.
And finaaaally comes the very thing you were waiting for, like a very long time.
I. Do not. Own. AT show!
Out. XD
