As the elevator descended deeper into the world, the familiar scent of beastial and ancient blood grew, mixing into the sweet, sweet scent of the candy land Finn was in. The scent was sickly sweet like rancid death, overbearing to his heightened sense of smell as the smell mint was no more. The Beast within him stirred, the smell of a promising bloody hunt rousing it from its lethargic state, tugging more and more at its restraints. It wanted to devour, it wanted to hunt, it wanted to sink it's fangs into prey and gourged on blood.
He needs to stay focused, needs to keep the beast's bloodlust in check.
Finn quickly pushed back the beast's influence, whipping the slowly growing wolfish, tooth filled smile that was beginning to form without his notice into a scowl. He needs to keep control over his body and mind right now, he can't loose himself when innocents are around, important people to him. He doesn't want to end up like poor Gascoigne, completely lost to the throes of the maddening hunt, unable to discern friend from foe. Beasts from his wife. That's why he's down here, to prevent as many tragdasis as he can stop, pulling the roots before it can truely take hold.
The elevator began to slow to a crawl before stopping completely. The doors opened with a ding, opening up to a room that points to being an Arcane research lab. Bookshelves lined the 15 by 15 foot room, housing all sorts of material from rocks and gems to exotic and dark plants that gave off overwhelming scents, trapped inside the small room. The floor was adorned with an array of gylphs and sigils, some circling around more material that must be native to other lands with so much variation to them. A certain chalk drawing in a corner, a simple weird face, brought a sense of deja vu to Finn. He has seen it somewhere before, but where? It was on the opposite side of the room, close to who Finn has been stalking.
The sound of the elevator opening attracted the attention of the Peppermint butler that grew more familar by the second to Finn as he looked away from an opened book for all to see and surrounded by notes, trinkets, and lit purple candles that couldn't hide the reeked of blood from Finn's nose, the blood putting him on edge as his fingers tightened around the blades of mercy. He slowly strode towards the confused buttler, uncaring of the chalk smearing his feet nor fallen broken glass that was knocked over as he walked through anything in his way, not slowing till he stood in front of the butler, eyes shifting over the shoulder.He saw the opened page peppermint butler was currently on, the written language written in archaic and crazed penmenship with freightful, horrid drawings on the old, crinckled, yellowed pages.
Movement caught his wondering eyes, drawing his sight further down the table. Pale blood, still and contained within a corked phile, reflecting the candle light to look like the melted origins in his bullets. Next to it was another corked phile but this contained some sort of purplish, reddish gooey substance.it would wriggle and squirm within it's glass prison, spiderwebing and streching along the phile, moving towards his inert blood. The horrid smell was coming from it, making him suddenly parched. He quickly looked away from the temptation in front of him. He can feel the beast start to rouse again, egging him on to take it and devour the phile.
'Quiet!' Finn ordered to no avail as the beast continued to quietly egg him on the closer he got, now standing over Peppermint butler.
"You're messing with things best left alone. What are you trying to accomplish here?" Finn inquired as he looked back to Peppermint Butler, his arms tense and to his sides as he continued to fight the urge to push aside the butler and take the phile of purple.
That wriggling, delicious looking purple substance.
"Easy master Finn." Peppermint Butler raised his hands in a display of surrender, looking to the Blades of Mercy being held in a tightly clentched fist before looking back up to Finn, who was visably restraining himself. Peppermint butler could see his jaw clenching, blue and gray eyes roaming the table behind him before quickly snapping back to him.
"I'll explain what's happening so just relax. Here, take my seat" offered the butler before hopping off the stool, motioning towards it, "the princess, Jake, and miss Huntress should be down here shortly. Marcilene said she wanted to talk to me in private so she might be here shortly. Please, please get comfortable, have a seat!"
Finn's looked to the offered stoll then taking a step back, another sudden urge, stronger than the last, for the purple phile made his hands twitchy. distancing himself further from the desk almost seemed to dull the urge, at the very least his hands stopped being twitchy. Peppermint butler didn't seem to noticed or, acting like a proper servent of the castle, made no comment.
Sadly the distance did not stop the Beast's persistant yearning for it, making sure it's desire was known as that goey liquid next to his blood was becoming more and more appitizing by the second. A hunger, almost ravonus, was quickly forming in his blood, gnawing, begging, waiting to envelop. It was distracting him from what's around him, pulling his attention away from the Butler who he fallowed into this hidden room.
Finn made a fist in his free hand, his nails bitting skin as the ache refocused him. Peppermint Butler remained still, watching Finn.
Finn knew he couldn't be distracted now But the stuff looked so delicious. He wondered if it would bring about the euphoria when he were drenched in the black crimson of his prey, the blood singing to him, seducing him to hunt more. What would it taste like, what sounds and sensations and power would it give him?
What knowledge?
"Thanks," finn coughed, shaking away those thoughts as he did his best to muffle the beast as he took another, abit smaller, step away from the table, "but i'm fine standing. Why don't you fill me in what has been going on till then. enlighten me." Finn slightly tilted his head to the side, his eyes boring into the butler, trying to peer inside the peppermint's minds, find some tell of his intentions, gain some insight to what is really going on "Why are you researching my blood and... that?" Finn pointed,"Where did it come from? How did you get it?"
Peppermint Butler locked his beady dark eyes with blue and gray when suddenly a slight itch was in Finn's head, cobwebs ever so slowly disintagrating from ages long past as pictures started to form into muddle messes and letters to names swirling about around and around. the buttler visably flinched, quickly averting his eyes away from Finn when he saw the quick pulse of a pale glow in Finn's eyes. Sweat starting to form above Peppermint Butler's brow, spooked, before he quickly whipped it off with a hankerchief from his pocket before he cleared his throat.
"My apologies master Finn, don't know what came over me." Peppermint coughed into his hand, once more looking Finn in the eyes, glad that the glow has faded.
Peppermint Butler's descent, or some say ascendence, into the world of magic and sorcery opened up more than the ability to use magic. His Third eye, what some wizards have after delving in tomes and books dealing in the more darker nature, especially partaining to travel to diffrent planes of existance, was forcibly opened when Finn's eyes glowed. He saw something through the vail that seperated the diffrent realms but what he saw was not the land of Death nor the fire and Brimstone of the Nightoshpere.
No, he saw something that his mind could not describe, only eyes, a thousand, no, a million of them staring down at him in that split second that he could see before he forcibly closed it, an escaps only successful by his experiance and secrets. He could still feel the lingering stares, more eyes staring at him, disecting him by molecules and atoms. The shadows from the candle light suddenly seemed more dangerous then ever before.
Finn grimiced slightly as the itch returned with more intesity, the skin under his dark, scarred arm now starting to itch just ever so slightly. Were the scars shifting? Oh, the Butler was talking.
"forgive me for not asking sooner but would you like something to drink while we wait for the others, I should have a little compartment around here that has some ready made tea. Not as good as fresh mind you but it does the job all the same" stalled Peppermint Buttler, still whipping his brow as he continued on calming his nerves "The Princess has more information than I."
Before Finn could reply, the elevator dinged and the doors slid open slowly before a gray, corpsely pale women, floating off the ground was reveled. Sparks, aches, and throbing filled Finn's skull with each detail he saw. black wild hair, sharp fangs that were made to clamp down on throats , the color red splashed on the corner of her lips as her fangs punctured the now whiteing apple in her hand, the color being sucked away.
Finn grabbed his head as a feeling of a hot poker was rammed straight into the brain, the pain bending his knees, buckling as he felt things inside his right arm shift and poke the skin from underneath, moving muscle and bone that was still hard yet like putty as it shifted and morphed. He would've took the blades of mercy to his own arm right then and there, just to figure out what's happening under the skin if his mind wasn't being bombarded with memories of not just the lady in front of him but of Jake and the suspious butler by his side.
Finn could hear the lady curse, the Peppermint butler crying a warning.
The memories hit harder than the last few times, feeling more like jagged hooks ripping and scraping whatever caught on. The hooks were relentess, returning to do more damage, to pull open more and more in their relentless assualt. Then the monsterous sounds came, slamming around his skull like the shrapnal from a blunderbuss, swarming around like vengful wasps. His brain was shifting, twisting about and with each twist and turn the once loud sounds began to dim slowly, but still cause Finn incredible pain and pressure. It was almost like something inside trying to grow, kept pushing against his skull.
Finn couldn't hear anything outside the monsterous sounds and bright, quick flashes of his past zoomed by, inconsitant and without context. He couldn't hear the white apple hit the floor, couldn't hear the lady curse and he certainly couldn't hear the Butler try to move away and start chanting.
'Why' Finn thought as he grounded his teeth against the pain and discomfort, swaying onto the bookshelf, using it to support himself as he felt something wet and warm trickle down his chin. The blades of mercy fell from his weakened grip, lost outside of his prison of pain and madness. He grasp his head even tighter, his finger tips nearly piercing through skin as he continued squeezing tighter and tighter with each monsterous sound and each flash of a memory thought long since lost 'why does remembering hurt now!? What's happening to-'
The thought was cut short as another wave of sound and flashes of the women in front of him materialised in his mind, shifting and forming her body in a plethera of ways, then shifting into gaint monsterous forms. The pain lanced right through his gray eye, the abominable sounds were exactly like that thing's gray blood when it splashed onto him, echoing in the halls of his pysche, the beast thrashing about at random, trying to hunt the intruder, devour the very echos it held.
Eyes , countless eyes, so many eyes that shouldn't even fit inside of a human body yet were somehow crammed in his skull. Finn had a third eye from what he has seen and what he found but it continuously grew and multiply. They were all beganing to open, one after another, the feeling sickening yet oddly liberating, freedom from unkown shackles. the beast was growling, challenges to whatever invading it's claim over the man it resides in.
Than as quickly as it began, it ended. The beast no longer growled and snap and the eyes closed once more, the itchness and pain finally gone. All his eyes snapped shut once more except for the third. Finn's throat ached and felt dry as if he has been screaming well beyond human limitation, his lungs burning.
No, not screaming... howling.
All was quiet as Finn felt bone upon his fingers, his claws scraping his skull as he returned to the waking world, eyes opening to the destroyed and dishaveled room, panting with his own blood dribbling down his face. The bookshelves were shattered, all contents around were up against the walls shattered, broken, or torn apart. The pale lady, Mariclen Finn now remembers, was flat on her back, dark hair forming like a puddle on the floor. She was breathing, alive as far as Finn knew about vampires and it wasn't very much.
Laying under some books and tiny stones was Peppermint Buttler, a crack on his candy body running down from his head, half way to his his eye. Finn winched as he pulled his fingers out of his head, paying no heed of the blood forcibly splurting out before quickly stemming, the action relieving more pressure from his head. He took a quick look around the room, survaying the damage he had unintentionally caused. The bookshelfs were smashed to splinters, books torn and thrown about, glass broken and stone reduced to pebbles.
That was not his usual beast roar. It was stronger, uncontrolable than when he first learned the forbidden technique. It wasn't his inner Beast's bloody roar.
Finn quickly started removing the fallen debree off Peppermint Buttler, keeping an eye on the crack, winching once more as a book just ever so lightly knocked against the spot, expanding the crack even further just above his eyebrows.
"Sorry" Finn apologized to the uncounscious butler, his voice so very hoarse and ragged, the word causing extreme discomfort to his aleady beaten vocals. After removing the last book off him, Finn looked over to Marcilen. He remembers what she can do, the strength she weilded and the ability to morph her body into hulking monsters. He hesitated checking on her, paranioa creeing slowly over him. Finn called upon the blades of Mercy once more to his hand, the blue mist flowing from underneath another pile before reforming as he took slow, weary steps towards the uncousious vampire queen, each step echoing in the silent room.
Finn watched her for moment before cautiously inching his way towards her. Those flashes of her abilities, the forms she would take gave him a healthy dose of caution around her. Course he had to respect the level of controll she maintained in those forms instead of losing her mind like nearly all the other creatures he fought.
When he was upon her, he caught the smell of putrid blood from her neck, the smell foreign to the rest of her. Finn knelt close to Marcilien, spotting the bite marks identifying her as vampire, the source of the putrud smell. He moved his empty hand closer to the mark, the area feeling more alive and warm than the rest of her cold body. His fingers rested on the two dots, pushing down lightly. Blood oozed out like jelly. It made him hungry like what was in that phile.
When it came into contact with him the uncaring, cold truth solidfy as if the universe was mocking him.
"Oh no" whispered Finn, feeling the slow near-lifeless heart beat in a slow, slow rythem, feeling blood darker than even the vilebloods blood whisper to him as it flowed under the warm, thin skin of a walking corpse. Another whisper reached his ear, almost drowned out by the tide it was slowly corrupting. Each mighty or touched being, be they man, beast, or god had a unique sound, a power to it unlike the distilled and filtered blood given out to the masses.
This land of Ooo seems to hold more than two sources for blood..
Finn could feel it forming spiderwebs inside, catching what it could and trying to devour her identity. Her blood, what she is, or how old she was were probably the factors for it's slow conversion. A little on the lips took longer to show any benefit than the quick and refined method of Yharnam's own transfusions and ministeries of old blood.
The bite mark was where Finn felt the largest concentration residing within. It was growing and spreading like cancer, hampered every so slightly by something in Marciline's. Finn held the treatment and cure to the damned disease in his hand.
The Blades of Mercy, made to be quick and light to the weilder, felt like lumbs of heavy lead in his hand. How easy and quick it would be to behead her now. It would be painlessly and so quick that she wouldn't even wake up. She wouldn't have to go through the agonizing pain, the process of losing her self to madness and hunger. He'd be preforming a mercy.
Finn slowly raised his arm, the blade twitching in his hand as the light glinted off the blade. Finn pulled the blade back even futher, lining up his strike on her neck. Finn watched as she breathed in air, the only evidence that she wasn't a corpse but a living person. An immortal, a thousand plus years old immortal that found another way to feed beyond preying on others like cattle.
Using red color instead of being the blood sucking monster she could be.
Finn's jaw tightened, holding his breath as he swung the blade downwards, the blade quickly falling towards the vulnerable neck of the vampire queen.
Bubblegum ran through the castle's halls, Jake and Isabela on her heels still wondering what got her worked up. As they rounded the corner to where the room Finn was recovering in, they all saw the door opened, silent.
With her keener sight of the three, isabela noticed the tiny droplets of blood first when the group came upon Finn's room, the air smelling sweet and sterile.
"Not again!" Jake exclamined, as he peered into the room.
The patch Bubblegum hooked up to Finn was on the floor, noticeble sploch of pale blood was next to the patch. The heart rate monitor was unpluged, moved closer to the table standing straight up, the plug yanked off the plug in. The near empty Iv stand was still feeding their contents on the floor, the needle hanging, pale blood mixed with the solution puddled and grew with each, tiny drip. The side of the empty steel table had finger sized dents.
Bubblegum stepped away from the door, heading towards the other end of the hall." We need to get to where we need to be, I'll locate Finn after we clear up the current problem."
Jake flaunder his words for a moment, flabbergasted before they came out as english. Jake stretched himself in her way, his body blocking her.
"Finn's missing again and your going to just brush him to the side!?" He exclamined, poking her in the chest.
Bubblegum swatted his hand away."Jake, I understand but it won't be like last time. I put a tracker in him this go around so we can find him later. Right now he's going to have to fend for himself. He can't go very far."
"Oh, like how that time no one could find him the first time except for HW summoning that flaming wolf." Snapped Jake before giving Bubblegum a flat look, " just tell me where he went and I'll go get him. The boy's still hurting PB, he's been through a lot."
Jake crossed his arms, and glared at Bubblegum. Bubblegum resisted the simple urge to rub her temples to combat another growing headach as she thought of a way to pursade Jake quickly, fully aware that precious seconds were being lost as they stood in the hall, so close to being where they needed to be, more opertunity for whoever found the secret lab to do whatever they desire.
As the two argued, Isabela continued survaying the area as she kneeled down to the small trail of blood leading out of the room. It was still fresh. Her eyes started to glow softly, giving off a emerald hue as her Huntress vision enhanched her sight, picking out the slightest details as she scanned the hallway before finding the trail Finn left behind. She fallowed the tiny droplets to the shadows of the colume, then leading towards the far hallway wall that Bubblegum headed towards. The trail ended at the wall, but she noticed the tiniest droplet halfway under the wall.
'Why did he go into the shadows? Seemed to be stalking someone, but who, why?" Isabela pondered, 'who could've went by Finn's room?'
Isabella looked backed to the standing duo, each holding ground and refusing to budge. She could only sigh and shake her head in dissapointment as both continued to go back and forth.' If only they would just stop and looked around instead of arguing then we wouldn't be wasting time.'
"Hey!" Isabella called, gaining the attention of both the magic dog and Princess's attention from their little standoff as she fallowed the blood trail, sidestepping Jake towards the castle's wall. She layed her hand on it, looking to Bubblegum. "Finn went this way. Can we move on now?"
Bubblegum nudged Jake aside and ran towards the wall. Isabella moved next to Jake before she reached the wall. She looked over at him, his arms crossed.
"Finn knows how to take care of himself Jake. He's strong." She tried to assure him.
Jake humphed,"yeah, but do you really think he's ok, really ok?"
Isabella gave a side glance at Jake as he watched Bubblegum with his arms crossed. She went back to watching the Princess as she reached for the castle wall.
"No," She admitted, fidgeting slighty, suddenly uncomfortable in her postion "he's got some deep wounds."
"Exactly."
Bubblegum pressed her hand into the brick wall, the brick smothly sliding in without a sound before the elevator reveled itself once more. Bubblegum let out a sigh of relief.
"If Finn's down there than this might not be so bad." She put a hand to her chin, pondering out loud, "but how did he even get up so fast? He shouldn't have been healed enough to walk around, let alone fallow Pep or Marcilene without them knowing."
"Finn was pretty lively when I checked on him" Jake piped in as he walked towards the elevator," course that's when he noticed he didn't have his satchel with him."
Isabela looked to the satchel in question on her side, sliding her hand inside to feel for something, anything that riled Finn up in his mysterious satchel. All she felt was the empty leather interior as the bag rustled. She shrugged before stepping into the elevator, her spear held at ease as she fallowed Jake and Bubblegum into the elevator. Bubblegum pressed the second button and the door sealed shut before making it's descent.
"who all knows this elevator is here?" Asked Isabela.
"Just me, Marcy, and Pep." Bubblegum listed before a yawn escaped her, rubbing sleep from her eyes. She checked over her gun, fiddling about with it's nobs and dials as it gave off a strong glow before quickly going quickly going inert.
" something big is going on in the seedier parts of the Kingdom and it's growing, getting worse as time goes by. I Was hoping to get Finn and Jake to help investigate sooner when Jake called but then that fight in the square happened."
"More like a bloody mess" isabela mumbled.
"'I'm just glad Rattleballs has been stopping the few pop-ups before they can cause harm to my pepes."
"Why didn't you just ask me for help if it was getting bad? I could've helped out with whatevers going on." Jake asked as the elevator continued to lower itself deeper in the ground.
"I thought about it, but I knew you would be focused on finding Finn, alot of the other princesses are to. We have a princess meeting coming up to compare anything we found involving Finn's dissaperance, but that's one less thing to worry about now. I knew you wouldn't be able to search for him and help me with that hanging over your- woah!"
A loud, almost deafing roar shook the elevator, the sound of the metal cables strainging to hold the elevator in place. Isabela slamed he shoulder into the wall before trying to brace against the ear shattering roar. It was a futile effort as she saw Bubblegum fall towards her, but before they collide Jake filled the the small area with his squishy body. He kept eveything nice and still till everything settled.
Isabela ears were ringing as Jake went back to normal, slapping his ears. Bubblegum was using her pinky to clean out her ears. When the ringing stopped she narrowed her eyes at the princess.
"Was that the bad thing Princess?" She growled
"WHAT?", She spoke loudly in response before popping her ears by pinching her nose and blowing hard, "Much better. Now what was that?"
"I asked if that was the bad thing you have in your dungeon!"
Bubblegum fiddled with the gun in hand and looked apprenhisive, "no, that sounded worse. A lot worse than what we've been dealing with if that roar was anything to go by. None of the victems ever had that much power before."
After a twisting some knobs and switchs, the gun glowed brightly, a loud hum filling the air. She readied herself in front of the door.
"We need to get ready. I need you two to distract what's down there so i can get a clean shot off. One should do it."
"A shot off what now? That thing that roar?" Asked Jake still picking his ears.
" get ready you two!" Bubblegum got ready, gun aimed at the door.
Isabela, taking a note from Bubblegum, slightly bent her knees, the spear in her hands now pointed at the closed door, her breathing calm and steady. Isabela could smell the dark magic in the air potions, magical ingrideants, a feeling of dark magic residue floated into the confined elevator and envelopled her like a layer of dust before fading away. Very few in Wizard City practice the dark arts, even fewer who seemed to poses a level of competents where they don't end up dead or completely and utterly mad.
Well, madder than your typical magic user.
Jake looked to both Isabela's spear and bubblegums gun before looking down at his empty hands, opening and closing them into fists before he morphed his right hand into a large mallet with the usual stretching sound. He felt both isabela and bubblegums look at him, speficaly his chosen weapon at hand. His hand.
"What? I didn't bring a sword or anything."
The elevator continued to choppily descend till it finally stopped, the doors finaly opening.
The edge lightly pressed into Marcilene's pale neck, stil unaware that her life could end in one quick motion, even in this postion. He continued to watch Marcilene sleep peacefully as the weight of what he almost done and what he should do weighed on him.
Finn couldn't bring himself to do it.
No. He choosen not to. It's selfish and might be cruel of him but he's just so tired of companions and allies dying.
He's a fool. A hopeful fool, but a fool none the less.
Finn pulled away from her, moving to the back wall so that way he could watch both Peppermint Buttler and Marcilene.
"What the hell have you two gotten into? Who exposed you to this shit?!" Finn snarled, his voice slowly being restored but still sounding very rough. he continued to watch over them. He tapped his finger on his leg as he surveyed the room once more, really getting just what he was now seemingly capable of doing. He rubbed his still sore throat, not fully believing the power his roar carried as he continued his watch. Finn frowned when he saw Marcilene stir.
Finn began to wondered how long could she stay herself, how quick till she subcomed to the madness? How long would it be till he had to put her down? What price will he pay when that time comes? The beasts and monsters from Yharnma were already horrible enough in packs while the hunters guarding secrets or comsumed by bloodlust were even more merciless and lethal. he shudders at what Marcilen would bring when she finally came to the maddening lust for blood mixed with her own vamperic and demonic lineage.
A small part of him wondered how that could change the course so many fell on before. Could she last longer than others before her?
How long before his will finally crumbles and the bloodlust consumes him completely? How long till the beast inside finally break loose and he could no longer reel it in without the aid of Doll? The feeling of his arm moving and shifting in unnatural ways was still fresh in his mind making him look once more at the limb, really look at it.
The black scars eveloped even more around his arm, some vains were darker than others yet he could make out small, tiny lines that would almost... glow in the shadows. It felt alien to him now, like when he first regained his lost arm or whenever he or Doll sewed together severed limbs with living string. His arm felt different than even that. It just felt alien and he couldn't decide if it felt fine or not.
'Have the scars spread?" Finn wondered in morbid curiosity as he flexed the limb, watching veins slightly bulge.
the sound from the elevator pulled him from his thought as he quickly rushed in front of the door, putting himself between it and marcilene and Peppermint Butler. the doors began to slide open, Finn seperated the Blades of Mercy with a loud clang and flash of blue sparks as the metal was forcibly detached into two, lighter blades. He stood ready as he could be for whatever it was behind the doors.
He raised his blades, his senses heightening as he kept watching the door slowly open, seeing something glowing through the crack. Finn narrowed his eyes, his own eyes giving off a glow of there own.
'No more failures Finn, protect them this time!'
When the elevator opened, Finn quickly dodged a pink bean of light, feeling the energy graze him as it tried to reach out along his chest. Finn quickly rushed in with teeth bared and murder in his eyes, blades posed to stab and tear apart the gunman.
The door was now wide enough for Finn to to fit into, reveling a person in a lab coat and pink skin still holding onto a gun that he has never seen as power danced along the barrel.
Finn's shoulders scrapped across the sliding doors the blades smoothly sliding in,bbypassing the doctors coat and shirt as they penetrated through flesh made gum. Finn felt more flashes in his mind, pictures of the pink lady in front of him and looked into her eyes. Pictures of a friend, a friend who cares to much about her immortal kingdom, a friend who wasn't above manipulation for her own ends. A friend who patched him up at times after adventuring with Jake. The one who was talking to Isabela when he was back in the dream.
He has stabbed the Princess of the Candy Kingdom. He has harmed another friend.
Time seemed to slow to a crawl, both blades enbedded right under where the human collarbone was located, angled to slice outwards to depart the flesh. Their eyes were locked onto each other, both questioning what happened.
Finn continued to search her wide suprised eyes for something, anything to answer his question as he automatically began to pull the blades out, no blood seeped from the wounds except for a near invisible whispe like fog curling out and slowly making it's way to Finn's mouth. The sweet taste of sugary bubblegum enveloped his tongue.
It tasted delicious and made him feel great.
Finn now realised just how close Jake and Isabela were to the Princess inside the elevator.
and that's a wrap folks, hopfully it doesn't look to bad since i done this on the mobile app haha!I apologize for making you guys wait so long for this chapter but at least it's out now. what do you guys think of the current development to Finn's character, the spreading of blood, and blades turned to friends? Let's see how this progress.
to LotusFury- No, I do not plan to drop this story just yet. my writting style, If you can call it that involves me writting so much down, looking at it, then deciding "i don't like this" and making another time line so to speak.I still got ideas churning in my head so don't worry, the story isn't leaving just yet and i'm not confident I can do more than one story at a time.
to Kimaen- I am glad I you enjoyed this type of Fic even if it isn't your cup of tea. thanks for taking the chance and not regretting it. it's a goal of mine to make fics that are either unique or very few of.
and to everyone else who wrote a review saying you enjoy it and keep up the good work, even little reviews like that gives me a good feeling when i read them.see you guys when i post the next chapter.and remember, fear the blood.