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Welcome Home

"So, in your world, how do you get around?" Finn asks me as the sun begins to set, making the sky a soft orange. Ever since we left the Candy Kingdom he's been asking me nonstop about my world.

"Well, people mostly traveled using all sorts of vehicles. Like planes, trains, and automobile. Heh heh heh," I see on his face that he doesn't get my reference. Oh well, even in my world a fourteen year old wouldn't get a lot of things I say.

"Um, Finn, are you sure it's okay to talk to him about this stuff?" Jake, who we are currently riding on, asks.

"Yeah I'm sure, Jake. I asked Marceline and she said it would be cool. As long as I... ya know," I think I remember seeing him ask her that before we left. Although I couldn't hear what they were saying. Guess I know now.

Hmm. I wonder why he had to ask her for permission.

I forget what I'm thinking about when Finn talks to me again. "Did you like the Candy Kingdom?"

In truth I thought it was a very interesting and fun place. But I wasn't very disappointed to leave.

I don't know how normal check ups go, but that definitely wasn't routine. I think most of the stuff I went through was some sort of astronaut training. Well, at least I got a clean bill of health.

"Okay we're here!" Jake informs us. I can see that Finn is a little disappointed.

"We'll pick this up some other time," I say to reassure him. Which worked. I look forward where I spot a cave. "So, this is Marceline's cave?"

"Yeah. This is where your going to be living for now. Marceline's already here. She left early to get things ready for you," Finn tells me.

Hmm. Living with a Vampire. I wonder what it's like to sleep in a coffin.

I was surprised to see a small house inside the cave. I was even more surprised when the door, before Finn could knock on it, opened. I calmed a little when I saw Marceline was on the other side.

"How did you-?" I began.

"Vampire. Remember? I could sense you when you entered my the cave," after she said this she invited us into her home. But then took Finn and Jake to the side while I looked around at her surprisingly pretty house.

Unlike the other times she talked to them privately I am able to hear them now.

"Are you gonna tell him?" Finn asks quietly.

"Yeah, PB said I should." says Maceline.

"Okay then. Seeya later, Simon," Finn says while him and Jake wave goodbye and leave.

After they left Maceline starts to ask me questions. "So, what do you think of the place?"

"It's not what I was expecting,"

"What? Were you expecting more candles, cob webs, and coffins?" before I can admit to her that I was thinking that, she speaks up again. "That reminds me. I got you a bed."

"Oh! You didn't have to go through the trouble of getting me a bed. I can just sleep on your couch," I say as I, regrettably, plop on it. "Ohmigod!"

"Yeah, that's why I got you the bed."

"Okay I get it now," I still have most of my upper half on the couch. "Marceline, could you please help me up. I can't feel my legs."

After she helps me up she speaks up suddenly. "I just remembered something! Wait here a second."

Marceline then floated through a hole in the ceiling making me question why there was even a latter there. She then popped her head through and spoke to me. "By the way, this is my room and your not aloud to sneak in when I'm not here."

"I-I-w-wouldn't do something like that," I stammer.

"Pfft, ha ha ha," Marceline slowly stopped giggling. "You promise?"

"I promise."

"Good," and with that she disappeared into her room.

After a short time of waiting she came back down with her hands behind her back and looking a little shy and nervous.

"I..I um...I wanted you to meet someone," she then unveiled a really old looking doll from her back. "His name is Hambo. Y...you were the one who gave him to me."

I have to admit. I didn't think Marceline was the type of girl to have any dolls. Much less keep one for so long. Upon closer inspection I think it might be a teddy bear. Not like one I've ever seen before.

Hmm. It really does look old. It's covered in stitches and I'm sure it was a different color when she first got it.

I look up at her face. I see a fading smile.

So... I got this for her? Well, the other me got this. I'm sure that's what she meant when she said "you."

"...I guess you think this is ridiculous. I'll just..." she started to bring Hambo into a hug and drift away when I grabbed his right paw.

And shook it. "It's very nice to meet you, Hambo. My name is Simon," this put a genuine smile on Marceline's face.

Her smile then disappears. "...Simon. I need to tell you someth-" I interrupt her when I yawned. "Are you tired?"

"Yeah, a little. My check up really took a lot out of me, literally," I say. "What did you need to tell me?"

"...It can wait till tomorrow. Let me get you're bed ready," Marceline said while reaching into her pocket.

"Oh, you don't have to go through the trouble. I can..." I stop talking when I see her pull my surprisingly tiny, pink, bed out of her pocket. "Um, Marceline, I don't think I'm going to fit on that."

"This is a dehydrated bed. It'll grow when you add water. Bonnie gave it to me for you."

She then went to the Kitchen and got a syringe of water which she used on the small bed. To my amazement it grew within seconds.

"Was...was that magic?" I ask.

"Pfft, No. that was PB's science. And make sure to not call it science in front of her. She'll never stop correcting you."

I touch the surface of the pink bed. I was a little surprised to find out it wasn't wet at all. It was actually very soft and comfy. Just looking at it makes my eyelids heavy. I let out another yawn.

"I really am ready for some sleep," I say continuing my yawn.

"Yeah, me to," Marceline says catching my yawn.

"Wait, I thought Vampires didn't sleep at night?"

"We usually don't but I have weird sleeping patterns. Even for a Vampire. Plus I've been up for a few days strait."

I'm too tired to pry and quiz her. So I let out a yawn filled "Oh," instead.

"Wait here a second," Marceline says while floating to her room. She emerges with some neatly folded clothes in her hand. "I got you some PJ's."

I was too tired to tell her that she didn't have to go to the trouble. Instead, I took the pajamas and, after Marceline gave me privacy, changed into them.

I then crawled into the bed, not caring about how pink and foreign it is, and started to fall asleep. Marceline stayed in the room. Watching me drift into sleep.

"Maceline, thank you for letting me stay in your home."

"What are you talking about? This is our home," I'm to tired to tell her that it isn't really appropriate for a man my age to live with such a young, looking, lady.

"Good night, Simon."

"Good night, Marceline," I say as I descend into my dreams.

. . .

Cold.

Cold and pitch black darkness.

The only thing I can see is a slow, melancholy, snow. I know I'm not alone, though. Because of the whispers. So many voices. All talking at the same time. I can't understand any of them, they're too quiet.

Gradually, they start to get louder while the snow picks up. I could understand a little of what was being said.

My...king.

Come...back.

...Lying...

...Pain.

The whispers then grew into screams while the calm snow fall became a roaring blizzard.

Lies!

I'll keep you safe in the cold!

Kill.

SHE'S LYING!

Kill.

Pain is coming! Pain and misery!

Kill.

Don't you see? IT'S ALL THE SAME! Kill.

KillherkillherkillhekillherKILLHERKILLHERKILLHERKI LLHERKILLALLOFTHEM!

The voices and snow became so chaotic that I didn't even notice when I woke up. I still felt cold as I threw myself off the bed. And the voices were louder then ever. Although I couldn't understand what they were saying anymore, I think I knew what they wanted me to do. Because, without intending to, I desperately climbed the latter to Marceline's room, ran across to throw the closet doors open, and rip a small box open and grabbed what was inside.

Silence.

As soon as I touched what was inside the box, the voices vanished in an instant. I still felt cold, but it was just the chill night air.

I look down at what saved me from the nightmare.

It was a crown.

Not just any crown, though. It was my crown. The crown I had just before I came here. I wondered why it was here when it hit me.

Of course! I had it over my head when Marceline-

I just remembered where I am. In the room of a sleeping Vampire. I slowly turn my head over to were I saw a bed in my chaotic objective to get to this crown. I am surprised to see that Marceline wasn't in her bed. I am even more surprised to see a bed. Even though she doesn't really act like how most people would assume a Vampire would act, I was still expecting a coffin.

I wonder where she is? I thought she said that she was tired to? Maybe she went out to...feed. No, no, no. she told me that vampires don't need to drink blood. They can drink shades of red.

I focus my attention on the crown again.

Why was this in the closet? How is it even here. Of course! Marceline must have found it and hid it in her closet for later. She must have intended this to be a gift for me.

I start to place the crown in the box again when I remembered something. About how, before my memory ends and I wound up here, I was about to wear the crown to make Betty laugh.

...Okay, just for a second. Then I put it back where I found it and hope Marceline isn't angry with me.

I look around the room and spot a full body mirror. I walk towards it, ignoring the question of why a Vampire would have a mirror, and lift the crown directly over my head.

And with this, I am king of the world.

Oooooh. What's going to happen? I know I'm probably torturing you, so I'll hurry and finish the next CH.

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