Finn was rummaging through the rubble, humming to himself. He was getting some stuff, well, anything he could really to make himself feel at home in Marceline's place. So far he'd found 4 blankets from his bed, and Scarlet who was surprisingly undamaged. And he found a picture of Himself, Jake, PB and Marceline together, Smiling. Smiling back at it, he removed the picture from it's damaged framing and delicately held it in his pocket.
"Good enough I guess," Finn thought to himself. The more he thought about it, the more he assured himself.
"Yeah. Yeah, yeah yeah! It'll be fine! I've lived there before, I'll just make it feel like… A beach house! In a cave! With a Vampire girl!"
"..."
"Yeah!"
Walking away from the treehouse, Finn looked to see Jake stretching toward his side.
"You sure you're gonna be alright by yourself dude?" Jake asked Finn, walking beside him.
"Yeah. Don't sweat it. It's a new experience Jake, and I am all for those." Finn said proudly, his chest inflating dramatically.
"Alright, alright. Well keep me posted how it goes alright?" Stretching up toward the stratosphere, Jake gave a thumbs up to Finn and left towards Lady's house.
Making his way into the cave, Finn looked up at the house that was going to be his new home for the next… Months? Years? Who really knew. Taking a deep breath in, he opened the door and walked inside. There was Marceline watching a movie, floating above the coach. She gave him a quick wave and refocused her attention on the movie immediately after. Simon was there too. In the kitchen, and there were a lot of papers scattered around. He saw Finn walk in, and waved at him to come closer.
"In a sec, lemme drop off my stuff!" said Finn. Putting his backpack on the ground where he was standing, he looked back at Simon.
"Comin."
Ducking under Marceline's field of vision to the TV, he made his way to the kitchen, and was now in full view of the mess he made.
"Woah Ice K- Simon. You've been busy."
Simon adjusted his glasses and gave a small chuckle.
"Yes it would seem so. Don't worry, I told Marceline I'd clean it up when I'm done. I just needed… I just needed to get my thoughts together. Get everything organized. You understand Finn."
Finn scratched the top of his head and pretended to be contemplating.
"...Nope, don't got a clue. What's all this for?" He asked. Looking down, he saw a number of equations, a lot of numbers he thought were too big for paper, and what looked like a map of the universe.
"Well I've been doing a couple of rough calculations, nothing fancy mind you, but I believe there's a way to bring Betty back! You see Finn, if you look at this map I've drawn out, I believe at the center of the multiverse, lies a wishroom! Home to a Wishmaster! Now I know that seems preposterous but-"
Finn held out his hand, interrupting Simon in the middle of his sentence.
"Dude, why didn't you hit up me or Jake earlier? Prismo is like, Jake's best friend. We can take you to him."
"All my calculations were for nothing…" Simon muttered to himself, running his hands through his hair.
"W-Well this is great! Astounding! We must go there now!"
"Nope. Sorry, but I gotta get settled in. We can go tomorrow. Trust me, Prismo isn't going anywhere."
"You're on a first name basis with him too? Finn, you never cease to amaze me. Alright then, but first thing tomorrow!"
Winking and pointing two fingers at him, Finn hopped out of the kitchen just in time for Marceline's thrilling experience to end. She yawned and grumbled, floating over to the movie tape, ejecting it, and hucking it into the trash.
"Well that was horrible. Wasn't even funny bad." Marceline mumbled to herself.
Finn smirked and elbowed his vampire friend.
"If you thought that was horrible, you clearly haven't seen Heat Signature 3. The uh, rebooted version. Mega-bad."
Marceline raised an eyebrow, smiling.
"You still watch them?"
Finn blushed and scratched the back of his head.
"Well uh… Any that I can find. Ever since we stopped really… Hanging out… It's not as fun to laugh-watch them anymore. I think Jake actually likes them. You know he cried when Angelica died?"
"Dude. No way." Marceline cackled and spun around in the air.
"Well now that you live here dweeb, that's an easy problem to fix." She told Finn as she snatched his hat away and ruffled his hair. Looking at the hat, she frowned and tossed it back to him.
"Sorry about… not being the best friend. You mean the world to me dork, don't you forget that." She told him, giving him a quick hug.
"Heh. It's no thing Marceline." Finn said looking down at his feet after she let him go.
"By the way, I was wondering. We never really went over where exactly I'm sleeping. So uh, where exactly am I sleeping?"
Marceline stretched her back and cracked her fingers.
"Well I am glad you asked, cause I have been working on something just. For. You." She told him excitedly. Floating over to the coach, she raised her hands in the air, and began chanting a few incantations, and before Finn knew it, the couch began to contort and change shape. Demonic screams filled the living room, and in the blink of an eye, the couch was now…
A bed.
"Ta-da! Waddaya think? I just reinvented sofa beds! Well a little more demonic sofa beds but beggars can't be choosers ya know. Oh, and watch this!" She exclaimed, flying over to a lever on the side of it.
"Pull this and…" Pulling it, the bed once again screamed terribly, until it was once again a sofa.
"...ya got your favorite rock hard couch back. Be honest, is it my finest work or what?" She cranked the lever again, reverting it to a bed.
Finn slowly walked over to the bed, looking over at the fleshy leather of the exterior, and the teeth that seemed to spout from the sides. Walking over to his backpack on the floor, Finn pulled out the few blankets he recovered from the rubble and put them on the demon bed. Turning his face to Marceline, he was smiling from ear to ear.
"Dude… It feels like home already."
