I don't own A.T
Flynn gasped, sitting up in a bed. He felt warmed up again. Then he realized he was in his old bed in his old room.
He sighed as he climbed off the bed, opening the door and walking out into the hallway.
As he was heading to the living room, he heard strange noises and moans. He crouched down, and took a peek from the corner into the living room, only to see his parents making out on the couch.
Flynn, disgusted, sighed as he reluctantly and silently army crawled through the living room, and into the kitchen. He was used to seeing something like that by now, as when he was in Aaa he had accidentally walked in on Marshall and Fionna doing the same thing at least twice.
Flynn made himself a barbecue chicken, barbecue bacon, lettuce, sandwich with barbecue sauce of course. He wrapped it in tinfoil, grabbed a can of orange soda and snuck out the kitchen window, leaving his parents to their private "business."
He hadn't seen his sister or nephews and nieces so he assumed they had left. As he walked through the Grasslands, he ate his sandwich and drank his soda. Then after several minutes, he realized he had no idea where he was going.
Guess I'll try Football's place, Flynn thought. He finished his sandwich and soda, putting the tinfoil in his pocket and carrying the can he crushed moments ago to throw away later.
He walked to the MO factory to see if he was there, but no avail, he was told that Football was currently at the Assassin's Guild hideout.
Flynn traveled to the hideout, arriving at a metal door in the Evil Forest under a large boulder. The door slightly creaked open. "Password?" hissed a voice.
"I know it's you, Football."
"Password?" the voice said again, only it seemed it was trying not to laugh.
Flynn sighed in frustration, "Nipple shot,"
The door flew open as Football fell to the floor, laughing his ass off.
"Your password thing is lame as dunk," stated Flynn.
"Whatever, dude. It's still funny!" Football exclaimed.
"Yeah, man. For the first three times. This is like the 16th time."
"Seventeenth actually. Or was it 28th? Meh. I lost count after the eleventh time. Or was it the nineteenth time?"
"Okay, I get it! Anyway, how come you weren't at the factory?"
"Me and Kit just came back from assassinating the evil boar prince after assassinating the Zombie Sign Witch. Kit just finished up taking her shower."
"Cool. Wanna go adventure and kill some slime beasts?"
"Football? Whose there?!" a female voice yelled from far behind Football.
"No one, it's just Flynn!" Football shouted out to her.
"FLYNN?! He's here?!"
Football face palmed. "Ugh…dude, my sis is so cray-cray for you."
Flynn shivered. "Sick…"
"Oh, Flynn! Hey!" Kit Kat exclaimed, running from her bedroom. She was also a cat like her mother with the same colored fur, only with dark green stripes, circuit arms and tail, a robotic but normal voice, and one yellow eye and the other green.
Kit Kat began to run to the door. "Flynn! It's so nice to see you aga-"
"NOPE!" Football rushed out and slammed the door in his sister's face.
Flynn laughed. "Nice one. So you in or not?"
"Sure, dude. It's slime beast slaying time!"
The best friends ran from the hideout and out from the forest for some adventuring.
Flynn jumped on the Bullshark, and plunged his sword into the fish's head, making it collapse to the ground. "I got Bull down! How about you, Football?" Flynn said.
"Getting to it!" Football told him. The Science Lion roared, mixing two beakers filled with a blue and orange liquid together. The liquids bubbled, and the lion threw the liquid at Football, splashing him with them, making Football turn into a pig.
"Holy fuck! You jerk! Quit doing that! That's the fifth time this week!" complained Football.
The Science Lion laughed, unaware of Flynn sneaking up behind him. He tapped the big cat on the shoulder, making him turn to be punched across the face.
"This shit needs to end now! Your days of creating more and more slime beasts is over, Science Lion!" Flynn proclaimed. The Science Lion grunted, going on all fours, growling at Flynn.
"Resorting to combat now, eh?" Flynn said. "Pfft. Shame. I really wanted to see what fight moves you got. But this is getting boring so-WAHH!" Flynn dodged a swipe of a claw from the lion.
The Science Lion lunged, only for Flynn to directly stab him in the face with his sword.
Football cheered as the Science Lion's magic science spell wore off, transforming him back to his old self.
"Remember, they'll be back at 2:00pm, two days from now, as usual." Flynn stated.
"And we might be there to beat their ugly ass faces!" Football added.
Flynn laughed, fist bumping Football in agreement.
"Oh, crap!" Football suddenly shouted, pointing at a large figure in the sky. "Ancient Phsycic Tandem War Elephant heading straight at us!"
Flynn and Football ran as fast as they could to take cover before the creature crash landed, making dirt and grass fly everywhere.
Flynn and Football coughed, standing and recovering from what just occurred. As the dust cleared they could see Flynn's nephew and niece, Quinn and Janette on top of the animal.
"What the heck are you guys doing?!" Flynn asked.
"Hi, Uncle Flynn!" Quinn greeted naively.
Janette rolled her eyes at her brother's stupidity. "It's not our fault! Daddy said we could ride our pet, Mr. Tawinkybeeks (ta-wink-ee-beaks) around, as long as we stay close to the Candy Kingdom, and then we sorta…wanted to see what it was like over at the Ice Kingdom…and we kinda went there…and then the evil Ice Princess Dust shot us down!"
"And now Mr. Tawinkybeeks is deeeaad!" cried Quinn.
"He's not dead, moron!" Janette slapped Quinn's head. "He's just hurt!"
"Possibly. Are you sure your father let you guys take Mr. Tawinkybeeks out for a spin.."
"Well…no."
Flynn groaned. "Okay, here's what we'll do. Football. Your sister's a part time veterinarian, right? Your hideout is closer, so help these two take their pet there so she can patch him up. And make sure you call their parents while she's at it too. I'm gonna go pay Dust another visit and see what's up. Feel free to join me if you like once you're done."
"Gotcha," Football said. "C'mon, kids. Let's help Mr. Tawinkybeeks get to the Evil Forest!"
"Is this an adventure?" Quinn questioned curiously.
"Uh, yeah, sure! Why not?"
"Hooray! Our first adventure! Laura and Alicia are so gonna miss out!"
Yeah. On trying to not get killed. thought Football.
Flynn gave Football a nod and he left his friend to do his job.
Now Flynn was starting to get more serious about this stuff. He had to discover a method of driving Dust out of the path of evil. But how?
She did say she was keeping her parents prisoners. Hopefully they're not dead yet. Maybe he can have a chat with them and see if he can get any details about this new Dust that has come along…
