Sorry I haven't updated in awhile, got into a writing funk. Anyways, here's the next chapter.
The pairings for this fiction will be:
Frostbite (Simoline or Simon/Older!Marceline)
PB/Finn (I have no idea what the cute little name for that would be)
Maybe a slight one sided Abadeer/Ice King, probably unbeknownst to the Ice king. Most likely just sort of fluff or maybe weird arguements. i have no idea.
Thanks for reading so far!
Marcy was blearily aware of the cold as she began to awaken. The cold wasn't as bad as it had been yesterday, just a bit chilly. It nipped at her ears, her skin slightly flushing as it used small mechanisms to keep her warm. She tossed and turned a moment under the animal pelts, finally opening her eyes. She looked around the room, the light reflecting on the ice from some unknown lighting. She untangled herself from the pelts, pulling on her Mary-Janes and stepping onto the cool glass. She half expected herself to slip, but found it easy to find friction between her shoes and the ice floor.
"Wenk!"
Marcy turned towards the door, slightly surprised. Gunther, or at least one of the Gunthers, had come to take her somewhere, most likely breakfast. She smiled cheerily, walking up to pat the penguin on the head, receiving a pleasant chatter from it. Allowing the penguin to lead her, she stepped down an ice staircase, leading into a large kitchen area. Many penguins were congregated around the kitchen, Marcy guessing that they were making their King's breakfast.
Marcy was handed a bowl of strawberries and some flapjacks, surprised that even in this ice land that they could still make warm foods. She had never ate flapjacks before, only knowing them by name. Gunther came back with a bottle of syrup, allowing her to put as much as she wished.
Eating her food slowly, she waiting for the Ice King or someone to approach her. She hadn't known what to do since she arrived, other than to be kind to the creatures around her and to stay out of their way. She was concerned that many of the penguins didn't like her. Perhaps they were jealous? That's kinda dumb.
Crash! Something had broken not too far away, probably in the next room. "Ice King? Marcy? Heeelllloooo, we're here to visit!" Called a familiar voice from the hall, causing Marcy to jump from her seat. Stepping from the kitchen, she found that the two creatures, Finn the Human and Jake the Dog, were looking through the living room of the Ice Castle, not sure where to start looking for the young vampire.
"Here I am!" She called, running up behind Jake and scaring him half-to-death. She giggled as the dog appeared to deflate and scramble behind the Human, who laughed as well.
"Don't do that!" Said the dog, an obvious pout in his voice, glaring at the vampire.
"Sorry." She shrugged, still smiling. The human turned back to the window and pulled the curtains from the windows closed, avoiding the broken ice-glass that was shattered on the floor.
"What's going on?!" Called a sour voice from a room; a bleary-eyed Ice King stumbled out, grumpy to the fact he was awoken earlier than usual. "What are you guys doing here? It's ten in the morning!" The Ice King was known by the penguins to sleep late in the day, most likely from his age and his laziness.
"We wanted to come over and check up on Marcy." Said Finn the Human boy, stepping over some glass to the vampire, patting her on the head. The Ice King glared at him a moment and to the broken window, flicking one of his hands. The ice suddenly rose from the ground and back into place in the window frame.
"Can't you guys use the door like normal people?! Do you live in a barn?!" Yelled the Ice King half-heartedly, still grumpy as he walked from the room in his slippers, being led by the Gunthers into the kitchen.
"Well, no, we live in a tree house!" Called Finn, who got a snicker from both Jake and Marceline. "And you always break into our house!"
"Well… J-just shut up!" The Ice King appeared to have nothing to counter that, and simply turned away and ignored the heroes as he sat down in his Ice Throne, lukewarm coffee being poured into an ice cup by one of the many Gunthers. Sipping from his cup, he was served an equal amount of flapjacks, the smell of bacon wafting in the air. Marcy felt a bit insulted. Had they kept that delicacy from her on purpose? The Gunthers 'wenk'-ed happily at their King, and glare somewhat evilly at the little vampire, causing shivers to go down her back.
Finn the Human boy took a seat, gesturing for the Dog and the vampire girl to do the same. Marcy tilted her head, taking a seat across from the Human, next to the king, who appeared to be lolling to sleep in his seat.
"So, do you like this place so far?" Finn asked, stealing a bacon slice from the Ice King's plate, handing one to the Dog beside him, munching on it. Marcy looked on a bit jealously before kneeling in her chair to grab a piece as well, gaining glares from the Penguins at the oven.
"Yeah," She replied, her mouth somewhat full as she talked, "It's nice here. It's not too cold and I can play in the snow outside or I can talk to Gunther." One of the friendly penguins 'wenk'-ed at being mentioned, waddling over to her side.
"Okay… but if the Ice King says anything about kidnapping princesses, you'll tell us, right?" Whispered the Human, trying not to wake the King. Marcy nodded her head, looking amusingly discreet.
"Alright… so we'll go, I guess." Jake said somewhat awkwardly, shrugging his shoulders. Finn nodded, stealing a couple more pieces before muffling a good-bye to the vampire. They began to walk out of the door before they felt a heat wave.
"Dude, what's that?" Asked Jake, who turned somewhat suspiciously.
A chorus of panicked "WENK!"'s and the scream of a young girl alerted them to something happening. Running back into the hall, they discovered a large, swirling blue portal coming from one of the ovens, the source of the heat.
"MONSTER!" Called the Ice King, the shrieks of Marcy being heard as the portal closed. The Ice King gasped in what seemed to be fright and extreme anger.
"What the heck happened here?!" Called Jake, "We turn our back for five seconds-!"
"It wasn't me, it was that grey guy in the suit!" Said the Ice King in frustration, kicking the oven and yowling in pain.
The two bros looked at one another and gasped, "Grey guy in the suit… Hunson Abadeer!"
Wooooah. I actually got some suspense(?) in here! Sweet.
TBC, my grand acquiantances!
