Good morning everybody!
6. The Journey Begins
"Gaaaaah!" I screamed, and covered my ears.
For the past hour or so, Finn and Marshall had been playing the same song over and over and over again. Finn was on his flute, and Marshall was playing his guitar.
"What's wrong, Fi? You don't like our music?" teased Marshall.
"No! I don't!" I snapped.
"Then we'll keep playing!" cried Finn over-dramatically.
But right before they were going to begin, a blue shape streaked past us.
"What was that?" asked Marceline.
"I dun-" I started to say.
"Ice King! What're you doing here?" yelled Finn.
"I came to see what you guys are doing. Whatever it is, I want to help!" said the old wizard, who had come to a hover two feet above us.
"We don't need your help, ya old fart!" said Finn.
"Aw, come on guys. Pleeeeaaaase?" he pleaded, and clasped his hands beside his face. He was doing his best 'sad eyes' face. It looked more like a mentally challenged elf in the middle of having a seizure.
"No, man!" said Finn.
"Yeah, get out of here, you weirdo!" chimed Marceline.
"Okay, if that's how you really feel, then-"
"It is!" said Jake.
"Fine! I'll go! Jeez!"
And with that, he flew off, probably back to the Ice Kingdom.
"Man, that was weird. Is he always like that?" I asked to no one in particular.
"Yeah, that's Ice King for you." said Finn.
"Man I thought Ice Queen was weird. He takes it to a whole new level!"
I looked down at my wrist watch and was alarmed when it read '22:42'.
"Hey guys, just throwin' it out there, but I think we should make camp. After all, it is 10:42 PM."
"Say what now?" said Cake disbelievingly.
"What now." said Finn.
I shot him a flat look, and he turned his gaze to his shoes.
"I'll get the tent." said Finn. He took off his backpack, and began to rummage around in it. He leaned farther and farther into it, and finlly he fell all the way in. I didn't expect that to happen. Soon, he emerged once again.
"Got it!" he said, and climbed out, (might I add, with no small amount of effort) hauling something behind him.
"Um, need any help with that?" asked Marceline.
"No, I think I got it."
And, a couple of minutes later, he and the tent were out.
"Marceline, Marshall, will you do the honors?" he asked, dropping to the ground, an exhausted look on his face. That tent must be really heavy.
"Sure thing." said Marshall.
What does he mean, 'do the honors'?
I didn't have to wait long for the answer. Both of the vampires raised their hands, palms facing the sky, and slowly, the tent began to rise. When it had risen to its full height, I gasped. This was no ordinary tent. It had to be 2 stories tall, at least, with real wooden doors, and even electric lights!
"What kind of tent is this?" I asked incredulously.
"An awesome one." said Finn.
I shot him another flat look, and proceeded to walk into the tent. My previous guess was right. It was two stories, and had a similar decor to the treehouse.
"Woah..." I said in amazement.
The tent was completely furnished, and had wooden flooring, complete with separated rooms and a fireplace.
"Yeah, pretty cool, isn't it, sis?" said Finn. I hadn't realized that he came in. I noticed that he used his nickname for me. Even though we weren't technically related, we were real, real close. We might as well have been related.
"Yeah... it's totes rad!" I said enthusiastically. "Where do we sleep?"
"Right over there." he said, pointing to two rooms on opposite sides of the tent. "You, Marshall, and Cake are in that one," he said, gesturing to the left room, "and the rest of us are in the other."
"Okay."
"What y'all up to?" asked Cake.
"Just setting up sleeping arrangements." I said.
"Cool." said Marshall.
For the next twenty minutes, we all entertained ourselves by sitting around the fireplace and talking about various adventures that we had gone on, and the like. Throughout the whole conversation, my eyelids were becoming heavier and heavier.
I woke up in an unfamiliar bed.
That's... odd. I don't remember getting into bed.
When I opened my eyes, it took a while for them to adjust to the darkness. I sat there for a while, just staring at the ceiling, until I heard a strange noise coming from upstairs. I carefully got out of bed, careful not to wake Marshall, and tiptoed upstairs, where I found 5 doors., I silently crept over to the one outlined by light, and slowly pushed it open. It glided inwards on well oiled hinges.
When I finally gathered the courage to look inside, I saw Finn, sitting at a mahogany desk, writing furiously, surrounded by stacks of books and paper. The rest of the room was filled with bookshelves, and there was one window on the left side.
"Finn? What are you doing?"
He turned, and I felt my stomach twist in shock. He looked exactly the same, except for one thing. He was wearing glasses. I would know those glasses anywhere. The Glasses of Nerdicon!
"Finn, you really need to take those off. Like now."
"What? Why?" he asked, a puzzled look on his face.
"You remember what happened last time you used those glasses, right? We don't want a repeat of that."
"No, no, no. I've got this under control. It's still me!"
"Well... okay." I said after no little amount of consideration, "But if you go crazy, I will do anything to get those off your face. Anything." At this, I narrowed my eyes menacingly at him. It was lost on him, as he had already started scribbling again.
"Hmm? Oh, yeah, whatever." he said distractedly.
I decided to stop talking to him and go back to bed. I'd figure this all out in the morning.
Light streamed through the gap in the curtains, and I rubbed my eyes blearily. I yawned, then stretched, and climbed out of bed. I noticed that Marshall was already up. I walked into the bathroom, dressed, and walked out of the room.
"Hey guys. What's up?" I asked upon seeing that everyone was up.
"Not much, just makin' some plans for the day." replied Jake.
"Oh. That's cool, I guess."
I grabbed a breakfast of fruit and cold waffles, and dropped onto the couch next to Marshall. I ate in silence as everyone else talked about little things, this and that, really.
"What's wrong Fi? You've been unnaturally quiet this morning." said Marshall after I was done eating.
"Nothing's wrong, I'm just not a morning person." I replied.
"Okay then."
Suddenly, all of last night's events came rushing back to me.
Finn was wearing the Glasses of Nerdicon! I thought worriedly.
A cursory glance around the tent told me that he wasn't inside.
"Um, anyone know where Finn is?" I asked, trying to sound as casual as possible. I didn't know if anyone else knew about last night, and didn't want to worry them without a good cause.
"Yeah, he's outside, building some sort of machine." said Jake. As if to compliment his statement, I heard the sound of an axe outside.
"I'm gonna go see what he's doing." I said, and sauntered out the door.
"Oh, hi sis! Pretty cool, isn't it?"
Good, he isn't wearing the glasses. I thought, relieved.
Then I realized what he said, and looked at the bizarre contraption he was creating.
My eyes widened.
"Oh. My. Glob."
Dun dun duuuuuuuuun! Yeah, cliffhanger. I figured, 'Hey, why not? I haven't done one yet in this story, and now's just as good a time as any!' Also, I feel super guilty about not posting this earlier. This: s/8263012/Forbidden_Love was holding me up. You should check it out, it's an Artemis Fowl fic, about Holly and Artemis's relationship. Two chapters are already up, and the third is on the way.
The lonely god reveals himself.