Author's Note:
Stailpoos: Thanks for the advice; I'll be sure to use it wisely.
Hey guys, thanks for the feedback! I'm so glad it's (mostly) positive. Again though, if anyone thinks I need improvement in an area, let me know.
Like I said before, this will be the first episode in my "An Adventure Time Tale Series", and the next, which I've started to work on, will be called "Battle Born". Hope you guys enjoy it.
Oh and to answer someone's question, I delayed (not deleted) the sad part. I know you'll probably be confused, but if I tried to explain it in any way, I'd be spoiling, so sorry, you're just going to have to be patient. Trust me, it'll all make sense once you've read the end.
Now, on with the show!
Chapter Seven: This One Also Has A Space Ship, But It Shows Up For Longer
It had been a half an hour since Finn began his quest to find a film worthy of being played in front of his most trusted and loyal friends (except maybe LSP). He had journeyed to where his dad's space cruiser had crash-landed on, hoping to find a worthy flick that could save the night. Now inside the humongous machine, Finn faced a difficult challenge, thanks to the fact that it landed on its face. This meant that, in order to transverse the vessel, Finn had to scale most of the interior. He began to stab the wall with one sword, hoist himself up, and then stab a higher part of said wall with his other sword, which he then had to repeat.
I should have just told Jake to stay. He could have just stretched us all the way to the top without a sweat. But NO, he just had to go home and 'hold the fort'. Yeah, more like 'make sure the couch doesn't move by planting my big, fat butt on it'. Finn had thought to himself. I hope he's having at least some difficulty.
This went on for another twenty minutes, until Finn had spotted his target. On the left was the door to the "captains chambers", which would house all of the captain's articles and possessions. The corners of Finn mouth started to turn upwards into a slight smile. Preparing himself, he removed one of his swords from the wall, ready to pounce onto the other. A moment later, he was leaping onto the other side, plunging both swords into the thick metal hull. Noticing that he hadn't slipped and fallen he used his left hand to gently turn the doorknob, opening the door to the room. He then eased himself in, taking in his surrounds. Like most of the ship, the room itself was tilted to left [or right, depending on your point of view]. Most of the furniture and other accessories had slid across the room, now taking place on the opposite wall.
Man, it's like a fun house in here. Thought Finn
He quickly glanced at his watch to check the time, which had currently read four twenty six.
Ah man! I got'ta hurry!
With a newfound vigor, he hastily searched the turned over room, looking for anything that resembled a movie. For what seemed like hours, Finn had nearly destroyed the entire room. Tables had been thrown to the four corners, dressers had their doors ripped open, and white specks of tuff had been viciously torn out of the chairs, pillows and bed. Yet, not one piece of film had been found.
A wave of complete frustration washed over him, making the adventure vent his anger. He smashed what little furniture was left on the walls, screaming at the top of his lungs while doing so. Afterward, he fell to his knees, tears threatening to escape.
He felt defeated. Here he was, searching for something, anything that could rescue him from his fate. He then imagined all of his friends, angry or disappointed in him for wasting their time with a useless attempt to reconnect, all because he had acted to haste fully. He thought of Marceline's cold eyes on his, making him quiver in despair. Or of Ice Kings depressing mood, now that his first social visit in months was ruined thanks to Finn. Then, he thought of Bubblegum.
His imagination went wild as he thought of different ways she would confront him. Would she yell at him for embarrassing her in front of the people she held closest? Or would she just look at him with sad eyes and return to the little shack she called home, never to see him or anyone else again. He honestly didn't know which was worse.
In all of his thoughts, he still managed to survey his surroundings, hoping to find anything that could help him in his predicament. And that's when he saw it. After his tiny freak out earlier, he had unconsciously thrown one of the now broken chairs at a door, breaking it as well in the process. The door seemed to lead to some sort of closet. On the floor/wall of the closet were a few rectangular objects. When he walked over to the said objects, he shined his flash light on them, reveling that they were in fact holo-tapes, designed to hold any amount of footage, whether it be recordings of events or…
"Movies…" Finn whispered to himself.
For the next few moments, Finn did a celebratory dance that involved crazy hand gestures and butt shaking. Then, after feeling wave after wave of relief, he started to study the tapes, praying that at least one of them held the collection of high-def. video his was looking for. Sure enough, he found one. The box it was held in had a picture of a human man holding what seemed to be some sort of energy sword, which was pointed upwards into the sky. Behind him were a handful of other people, all dressed in future-ific clothes [Thanks Stalepoos ;)] and carried similar swords and other devices. The title of the film was printed in large bold letters that read
"Galactic Battle-Wars"
"Awesome." Said Finn.
He stuffed it and the other tapes into his bag. Then, aiming to quickly escape the claustrophobic confines of the ship, he flicked his right wrist, which held his trusty Grass Sword and took a fighting pose in front of the nearest wall. He narrowed his eyes and, with great force, sliced the sturdy metal until a large hole was created, which was the same length and width as our young hero. Fortunately, Finn had cut the wall that was closest to the outside. With a deviously large smile, he strode to the edge of the newly cut wall, judged the distance between him and the ground, and after doing so, jumped, landing right on the grassy plain without a single injury.
Still smiling, he began his walk to his house, only to spot a familiar ally leaning on a nearby tree. Her name… was Canyon. She smiled and opened her arms, signaling the young boy to rap his arms around her in a hug, which he gladly accepted.
Still in her cozy embrace, he said to her in a pleasant tone,
"Hey Canyon, long time no see."
"Hello my young friend, it is good to see you." Canyon said, parting from the human hero.
"What brings you all the way out here?" asked Finn.
"Oh, I actually came to see if I could help you in your quest for the movies. Though, seeing your warm smile tells me you've already found them." Canyon said.
"Heck yeah, once I get home, I'm gonna pop this sucker in and… hey wait a sec," Finn's expression turned into one of confusion, "How'd you know about that?"
Canyon rolled her eyes and said, her smile never faltering,
"I'll tell you on the way back. It looks to me as though you might be a tad bit late."
Hearing this, Finn gaze went to his watch and, sure enough, it read five thirty. Finn felt his heart skip a beat as he started, once again, to hyperventilate. Seeing this, Canyon gripped Finn's hand with her own and said in a gentle voice,
"Do not worry my friend, we can still make it."
"How!?" Finn screamed, "We got thirty minutes before everyone shows up! There's no way we can make it there in time before people start to leave!"
Canyon only smirked and turned her back to him.
"Get on." She said motioning to her back.
"…what?" asked a dump-founded Finn.
"I said, get on."
Nervous, Finn looked her in the eyes. She looked back and gave him another heartwarming smile, still motioning to her back. Finn realized what she meant and began to climb on, rapping his thin lengthy arms around her neck. When she thought he was secure, she knelt down into a runner's pose, only to then begin a mad dash in the direction of the tree house. She ran at lightning fast speeds, not slowing down for a second. Finn held on for dear life, desperate to hang on to the cyan skinned giant.
