Finn, Jake, and Melissa fell out of the portal onto a floating chunk of land in a new dimension. Sitting up slowly they looked up to find the Lich leaping across rocks towards a huge, golden cube with a small hole in the side.
Jumping onto Jake's back Finn pulled Melissa up. She coughed and held her side as they moved. Rushing forward they entered the cube just in time to see the Lich vanish.
"WHAT?! He's gone!"
"What happened?"
Looking to the wall they saw a strange, distorted humanoid shadow. It spoke to them.
"Hey, hey! Did you guys see that? You know that was a ghost wearing a dead guy? That might be the nastiest thing I've ever seen. Na-na-na-na-nasty!"
Jake pointed at him angrily as he lowered them to the floor of the cube.
"Hey, hey! Easy, buddy! That's our friend Billy! He got possessed by the Lich!"
"Oh! Sorry, sorry! I didn't mean nothin' by it! I mean, I have a lot of nasty friends. My uncle is nasty. I'm basically honorary nasty."
"Do you know where he went? We have to find our friend."
"Who knows?"
"Oh…"
"Actually, it depends on the wish I granted him."
"Wish?"
"Yeah, he wished for the extinction of all life and I did it. I guess it changed his timeline or something?"
The three deadpanned. Finn grabbed the sides of his head, having a panic attack.
"WHAT?! OH GLOB!"
Jake put a hand on Finn's shoulder in an effort to put him at ease and turned to Prismo.
"Whoa, wait a minute. How can that be if I'm still here kickin' it with my main man, Finn?"
"Oh, that's because you're safe in my time room until you make YOUR wish."
"Oh…Hmm…"
"I wish that life wasn't anymore extinc—"
Finn stopped him abruptly.
"Whoa! Wait, Jake. Don't mess this up. Think about it: if we wish everything back to normal, the Lich could just mess it up again."
"Oh yeah."
"Hmm…"
"Hmmm…"
"I got it! I wish... the Lich... never... even ever existed!"
Finn vanished. Jake and Melissa looked around frantically.
"Finn? Finn?! What did you do with him?"
"Oh, when he wished for the Lich to have never existed Finn left my time room and entered his wish altered reality. We can watch him on my TV wall."
A remote appeared. He clicked it, showing Finn setting on a log playing a flute while Jake (who looked like a completely normal dog) slept beside him. Finn's right arm was missing and had been replaced with a metal claw-like structure.
"Whoa. Alternate-wish-world-Finn is mad uglies! Hey, I'm mad uglies too! Everything looks different!"
"Yes, sometimes a well intentioned wish can lead to drastic change. But you know, you get a wish too."
"Really?!"
Melissa sighed in relief. They had two more chances to get this right…
"I wish for a sandwich!"
Melissa looked at him mortified.
"A sandwich? You're gonna waste your one wish on a sandwich?! You don't want anything else?"
"Nah, sandwich is good, maybe about...this big...or this big. On ciabatta bread maybe...mmm I don't know, whatever you have is your choice."
Melissa slapped Jake, making him turn on her angrily.
"What was that for?!"
"SERIOUSLY?!"
Prismo cleared his throat, gaining their attention so he could defuse the situation.
"Dude, I'll just make you a sandwich! You should use your wish on something important. You know... on someone who might need it. Like your friend."
Prismo made Jake a sandwich while they watched the screen. Melissa saw Finn's family was in trouble and they were selling the donkey. Now they were sitting together, the donkey wandering off while Finn talked to himself.
"I'm sorry, Bartram. I guess Dad must be in real trouble to be doin' this. But, I bet there's a lot o' fine folk lookin' to buy a good mule. Why, I bet I could even come visit sometimes. Won't that be swell, Bartram?"
Finn turned around and slowly realized the donkey was up a tree.
"Bartram? Dang it Bartram! Bar Bar! What the- Bar Bar, how'd ya get up there?"
Walking towards it he fell through some bushes into a cave. Melissa gasped when she saw a familiar crown lying next to a skeleton pinned under a bomb frozen in ice.
"Jake, look! Golden crown! Unbelievable! We can sell it and keep Bartram!"
"Hold it right there!"
"Who are you?!"
"I'm a thousand years old and this is my crown!"
Melissa gasped. Was that Marceline?!
"Okay, okay! But, um, maybe I could just borrow it for a little while."
"Noooo! No! Noo! This crown is magic. Bad, terrible magic. Too dangerous for mortal fingies like yours! One thousand years ago, my beloved friend Simon Petrikov gave his life to save this foolish, unworthy planet from annihilation. A frightful bomb was poised to bathe the land in mutagenic horror, but using his mastery of ice and snow, Simon froze the bomb in mid-flight only inches from the ground, where it remains to this very day, ever ripe and ready to blow. But he alone was not saved. Trapped under the giant weight of the enormous bomb, poor Simon perished! And the horrible crown, grieving its lost master, loosed a spasm of magic so wild and crazy the entire earth was buried in ice for four hundred boring years."
Melissa frowned. Petrikov? That name sounded familiar.
"Uhh, none o' that is true, 'cause magic is fake. Daddy says the false prophets of old used cheap parlor tricks to control the people. And to get babes. Like 10 or 12 hot babes each."
"No! Magic is-"
Prismo muted the sound. Melissa turned to him.
"Does this mean Ice- I mean, Simon could have stopped the bomb but didn't?"
"Looks like it."
She sighed and looked at Jake, who had turned his butt into a chair and sat down to watch while he ate his sandwich. They watched for a few more minutes as Finn went into town with the crown and was ambushed by thugs who then proceeded to burn down the town. Prismo looked to Jake.
"Looks like your friend is having a pretty rough time."
"Mmm, yeah, oh well. It's Finn's wish, let's just see how it plays out. I got confidence in my boy! Besides, I'll hang onto my wish in case I need it."
Prismo looked towards Melissa.
"What about you?"
"And leave him here with the final wish?"
"…I see your point."
"Aww!"
They looked over Jake, who was mourning the loss of the pickle that had fallen out of his sandwich.
"Don't worry dude I gotcha covered! They're homemade."
Prismo materialized a jar of pickles at Jake's feet.
"I love you Prismo."
Prismo laughed and blushed.
"I'm serious man, you're like a strong number three on my 'Cool Guys List.' Ah man, my dad use to make pickles. It's all he use to talk about, he'd obsess about them all the time, when I'd come in from playing he'd be like: "Here, Jake, try these!" And they'd be pretty crunchy... actually you'd think they'd be soft but they weren't. I'd be like: "Wow dad! You'd made these pretty good!" Yeah, that was dad."
They started talking about pickles and Melissa sighed, watching Finn on the screen.
