Hopefully you'll like this. I wasn't really feeling it at first but I came around. Also, I'm going to change the summery. It doesn't really work for what I have planned. Well, maybe it does. As I said before I'm making it up as I go along.

Chapter 3

"H-h-h-who, w-wha, w-whe, w-why" The young man trips and stutters on his words, very confused, "How?"

After I said my name, the young man continued to stare at me. It was as if he was trying to make sense of what was going on. Much like me. As the boy was trying to get untangled in his words I heard a voice coming up behind him.

"Hey, Finn. What did ya stop for? You were winning the race," This new voice was obviously male and older than the boy named Finn. With Finn's eyes on me, I walk around him so I can meet this man speaking, He should have some answers.

As I walk by Finn I see there was no one behind him. Just a dog. It's head is pointing towards the ground, panting. As I try to figure out what was going on, realization comes to me.

Of course! It was so obvious! The boy is a ventriloquist artist. But instead of a dummy he has a dog. That's why he hasn't been able to talk correctly.

I walk over too the dog and start to pat his head. "Well, aren't you a-"

"Hey man!" The dog says as he swats my hand away and stands up on two legs. "Don't invade my personal bubble without my consent!"

It seems odd that after waking up in a frozen bedroom and rescuing five princesses, all of which shouldn't be able to exist, I start to get woozy.

"Wait...Simon?"

That's it.

As I fade into, dreamless, unconsciousness. I hear the boy, Finn, yell my name.

. . .

"Mmm, Betty, you would not believe the dream I just had," I mumble as I wake up and rub my eyes. When I remove my hands I realize, again, that I have woken up in someone else's home. As I get off the couch, that was serving as my bed, I slip and almost fall. This time not on ice. Just with my clumsy feet.

As I pick myself up I take in my surroundings. This place is much more house like than the last one. Upon closer inspection it appears to be a tree house. I hear voices coming from a hollow trunk, which serves as a latter. I recognize them as the boy and the talking dog. I walk over to the trunk and try to listen to what they're saying.

"I know, Finn. But we gotta tell Marceline," Says the dog.

"I get it, Jake. But we're not even sure where she is. She's been gone for days now. And all I want to do is ask him some questions."

"I understand. But if we don't tell her, she migh-"

"I know, I know. This would mean the world to her. I'll get my answers later. We'll go to her house and see if she's home or got that note we left," When they stopped talking I was sure they were coming down. But I didn't hear any footsteps. I was contemplating whether or not to pretend to sleep when I fell over seeing the boy, Finn, being lowered through the trunk by a yellow tenticle.

"Oh, your awake," Says Finn as I pick myself up. The creature that owns the arm followed soon after. It turned out to be the dog, Jake. I'm sure that if he showed me these powers when I first saw him, along with the talking, I would have died right then and there.

"We were really worried about you, man," Jake says. I start to feel like I might pass out again. Before I fall Finn and Jake grab hold of me and set me on the couch.

"H-who are you? I ask even though I already know the answer.

"Oh, I'm Finn and this is Jake," upon hearing his name, Jake stretched his arm out and bent it to spell "hello."

"W-where am I?"

"Your in our tree house," Finn answers.

"No, I mean where am I. I can't be on earth anymore."

"Well, actually y-" Jake begins. But is interrupted by Finn's hand.

"Ugh, hang on one second, please," Says Finn. Dragging Jake a few feet away where he whispers in his ear.

"Yeah, your right dude. That would have been bad," Jake whispers back not as quietly. They walk back over to me and answer my question.

"Your in Ooo," Finn tells me. I look for a hint deception on his face. But I don't see it.

"Ooowa?" I repeat still a little dizzy.

"The Land of Ooo. Your in the Land of Ooo, Simon," Jake clarifies for me. This brings up another question of mine.

"How do you two know my name?" They both look away after I ask this.

Finn starts to answer my question, "We...um...we-"

"-Should get going," Jake Finishes for him. But I'm sure Finn was going to say something else.

He starts to leave when Finn asks me a very odd question, "So, your human?"

"...Yes?" I'm very confused as to why he would ask me something so obvious.

An expression of excitement spreads across his face. He was about to ask more when Jake called for him to get ready to leave. Before they leave they talk to what appears to be a walking T.V.

"O.K. BMO, we need you to watch Simon for us. You got that?" Finn tells the little robot named BMO.

"If anyone comes near him I'll kill them," BMO says, scaring me a little. The other two didn't seem phased by this. Finn then whispered something in whatever serves as BMO's ear. I don't know what he said. But the robot responded "I will make sure that he doesn't."

"We'll be back soon, Simon," Finn told me as he was heading down the hollow trunk too where I assume the exit is.

"W-where are you going?" I say a little worried. I'm sure that they are okay with me asking questions. I don't think they have any malice intent for me.

"We're just going to pick up a friend of yours," Finn says, confusing me, "Don't worry we'll be back as soon as we can. Until then, play with BMO," He then leaves me with, the somewhat frightening, BMO.

. . .

Besides having a Dissociated Identity Disorder, BMO was very kind. He/she (I can't tell which) wouldn't tell me much about where I was. But did let me play little games on him/her. That was until he/she said it's batteries were low and then shut off.

It had gotten dark within an hour after Finn and Jake left. And to make matters worse a storm was passing buy. Without BMO I felt lonely and was growing uneasy. The house creaking wasn't helping. I decided to sing to steady my nerves.

"Doo do do do doo, making your way in the world today takes everything you got..." I whisper the lyrics to a show I watched.

"Taking a break with all your worries, sure would-" I was sure I saw something go past a window. "S-sure would help a lot."

I hear a window open a floor above me. I pull myself into a ball next to the couch and continue singing. I do this as quietly as I possibly can.

"W-w-w-wouldn't b-b-be nice too get a-away..." The song is really speaking to me right now. I go silent and hold my breath when I see a dark, lean, figure float through the trunk, into the room I'm in, and sniff the air. After doing this, it's head points directly at me. Seeing it's red eyes lets my breath free. It starts to come over to me.

I start to sing again, unable to think strait. "Where everybody knows your-"

Before I can finish my song the dark figure attacks.

Nothing. I was sure I was dead. I felt coldness around me.

"It's you. It's really you. Your back, Simon."

I didn't realize that my eyes were closed. When I opened them I saw darkness still. I thought I really was dead until my eyes focused. The darkness was actually jet black hair. I slowly moved my head to see a young, pale, woman crying on my shoulder.

"...C-can... can I help you miss?" I ask still a little worried she might attack. She looks up at me and looks slightly confused.

"Don't you remember me?" She asks.

"I'm sorry. I don't."

She looks hurt. But then stares at the floor and I think mulls about my answer. "It's better this way," I hear her whisper to herself. She then gabs hold of my face and looks at it in detail. "I've only ever seen pictures of you like this," She seems completely mesmerized by me. I notice her eyes again. Along with her white fang and two puncture wounds on her neck. I've heard enough folklore and seen enough old books, in my travels, to know what she is.

But still I ask, "who are you, exactly?"

Without much hesitation she answers, "I'm your daughter."

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