Finn groaned. His head throbbed, his eyes were glued shut and still stung from the rain, and his body ached as if he had tumbled down the stairs twelve different times.
"What happened?" he thought.
Vivid pictures of the twister flashed in his mind, the blue glow, the bright light, and the falling. But for some reason he found himself on a rather comfortable material. He sniffed the air, sensing one of his favorite breakfast foods. Bacon pancakes.
Finn opened his eyes, and he realized that he was on the couch of his tree house. Perhaps the twister was just a dream? Then where did all these bruises come from? Before he could answer his own question, he heard Jake start singing the bacon pancake song.
"Bacon pancakes, makin' bacon pancakes. Take some bacon and I put it in a pancake. Bacon pancake, that's what its gonna make. Bacon pancaaaaaaake."
"Wait a minute…" Finn thought.
Since when was Jake's voice so feminine? Did spending so much time with Lady Rainicorn cause that much of a change in his best friend? Oh glob.
Finn inspected the small nook he was in. For some reason he was put in the corner of the living room surrounded by drapes. The same corner that Ice King had lived in when his kingdom was being rebuilt. Finn inspected his body and found debris lining his entire front, splinters covered his shirt and pants, and a rather large bump was sitting on his forehead. The pain was unbearable, but the scent in the air was far more important. The pancakes filled his lungs causing his stomach to grumble loudly. Perhaps it would be better to get some food before figuring out what had happened.
As Finn attempted to stand up, his knees gave out and he tumbled to the ground. With a loud thud, he banged his head against the floor, on the bump no less.
"For fucks sake. What the hell is wrong with me these days?" Finn cried.
He heard Jake's footsteps begin to approach. The drapes were pulled back, and Finn nearly passed out from confusion. Standing in front of him, was a yellow and white CAT. She was the same size as Jake was, perhaps the same age too (he couldn't tell. dog years and cat years are weird like that), and she somehow pulled off a look of concern and annoyance at the same time.
"What the hell you think your doing cursing in my house?" the Cat muttered.
"You should be grateful, almost getting thrown out on the streets before I stepped in."
"What? Just my luck." Finn thought.
Finn wakes up after being swept off by a tornado, falls and nearly dislocates his knee, and now a cat is talking nonsense to him. Just a wonderful series of events. Isnt it?
"Come on, I got some pancakes made. They're Fionna's favorite. And I have a feeling you'll love them too!" the Cat said with enthusiasm. "My name's Cake by the way, nice to meet you…..?"
Finn was speechless. He had no explanation for what was happening. This weird Jake feminine double had invaded house, used his stove, and cooked delicious pancakes without the consent of the owner.
"Well alrighty then, might as well get some food in you first huh?" Cake said.
"Come on, I'll help you to the table. Fionna's still sleeping upstairs, so we have to be quiet."
Who in Glob's name is Fionna?
Cake lifted Finn up with ease, carefully avoiding the bumps and bruises that were scattered all over his body. She grew slightly in size (to Finn's astonishment) to compensate for Finn's weight, and slowly moved him towards the dining table. The table was covered with plates of food. Bacon pancakes, waffles, bowls of cereal, eggs, porridge, and a gravy boat filled up with honey. The smell was so strong and amazing that Finn nearly passed out from happiness. But he struggled to stay awake, at least until those pancakes were safely stashed in his stomach.
"Here you go, Imma go get Fionna. You can get started if you want to, I'll just be a second"
As Cake began to disappear from view, Finn grabbed a plateful of pancakes and began to inspect the rest of the house. For some reason, something felt odd about his old tree house. It was very similar, but at the same time things were completely different. The layout of the house was the same. The semi-nude painting still hung above his head, the cooler was to his right, but the atmosphere seemed wrong. For some reason he felt more exposed. As if all the masculine character he spent so long building had disappeared.
He continued to chew on his pancakes, savoring every last bit of the greasy goodness when Cake finally arrived back downstairs.
"She'll be down in a minute. If you want, you can go get in the shower before she does. Considering how messy you are, and how long Fionna takes in the bathroom. You might as well get your shower in quickly." Cake explained.
Finn nodded. His clothes were completely destroyed, and he reeked like sweat and dirty rain. After grabbing the extra pair of clothes from his backpack, he rushed into the bathroom, enthusiastic about being greeted by hot running water.