"No, no, no, no, no." Finn stumbled back, shocked. He hadn't forgotten, but this brought the problem to the front of his brain. He thought he had time, but from the looks of the meteor, it was a third closer than the one in Ooo. And these world's were parallel, so...
Fionna turned to Gumball. "How are we supposed to stop that thing?"
Gumball shook his head. "Even I have no idea."
Finn took a deep breath, straightened his shoulders, and put on a brave face. "I know." Both heads turned to him questioningly. "That meteor is the reason I came here. I'm here to destroy it." Finn paused to let it sink in. "I have to leave... to find the savior of our two... errr, our world."
There was a silence in the room, again. "I'll join you." Fionna said, softly.
"No way, Fionna." Finn said. "This is my quest."
"And this is my world!" She replied, getting angry. "You will not stop me from helping!"
Gumball spoke up, his voice calm. "It... it would probably be best if you did take some assistance."
Finn looked at both of their faces. "There's no convincing you, is there? Fine. But I'm leaving now."
Fionna's face lit up, then fell again. "But aren't we going to wait for Cake?"
Finn thought for a moment, then grabbed out a little piece of paper and a pen. He scribbled something on their, then handed it to Fionna. "Go get your stuff, and place this where you know she'll find it."
Fionna nodded, grabbed the note, and hurried off. She looked at it as she went. It read: "This is Finn. Me and Fionna are headed off to search for a way to destroy a meteor fast approaching Aaa. Talk to Gumball. Catch up if you can."
Five minutes later, Finn and Fionna were waving goodbye to Gumball as they both left, backpacked, and ready. Gumball decided to stay behind to tell Cake what was going on.
They chose to go south, then Fionna quickly realized she had no idea how to destroy the meteor.
"I figured the answer would reveal itself." Finn replied simply, when she asked him.
She arched an eyebrow. "Quests NEVER work that way." She replied.
"What? I usually have Jake to do the finding for me..." He shrugged.
"We got to search for the answer Finn. It won't have a huge sign hanging over it saying 'Answer to your problems, right here.'"
"It might." He replied. They continued walking, both deep in thought. As the silence continued, Finn soon found himself glancing over at Fionna when she wasn't looking.
'She's so... cool. Were all humans like this? I mean, I don't think anything could take her down. She's strong, agile, smart, funny, cute...' She looked at him suddenly, and caught him staring.
"What?" She said. She placed a hand on the side of her head. "Is there something stuck on my hat."
"My eyes." He murmurred, too quietly for her to hear.
"What?" She asked.
"Oh, uh, nothing, I was just staring into space." He replied, raising his voice back from a whisper.
"Hey! My head is not empty space!" She replied, jokingly. Then her eyes snapped open. "Oh wait, Marshall might have a way to help."
"Really? Who's Marshall?" Finn asked, but Fionna had already turned and was now jogging. Finn sighed, then followed her lead.
*Knock* *Knock*
"Uh, Fionna, what's Marshall's full name?" Finn asked, looking around the familiar cave, while waiting for the door to be answered.
"Marshall Lee, why?" She asked.
"Of course. Marshall Lee, Marceline."
"Will you stop murmuring?" Fionna said, irritated. She was distracted by the sound of the door opening. Out of the door floated a pale 17-ish kid. He had long dark hair pulled back in a ponytail. He had on long black pants, with a dark blue shirt that read "Don't like me? Good. I don't get up everyday to impress you."
"Hey, Marshall, we need your help." She rushed past him. He turned, bleary eyed. "And you should really wake up before noon."
"Geez, Fionna. I know you like me, but give a vampire some time to wake up before you stop by his place." It was obvious he had just woken up. Then he looked back and noticed Finn for the first time. An evil smile crossed his face. "Ooooh, what's this? Fionna, don't you know not to bring your boyfriend to your lover's house?"
Fionna marched back out, grabbed Finn by the arm, and pulled him in. "He's not my boyfriend, and for that matter, you aren't my lover."
"Someone's grouchy without her morning sugar." He replied. Then floated in, the door magically closing behind him. He made kissing noises at her, then floated into the kitchen, laughing.
"Are you two...?" Finn asked.
"No! No. Just friends." She said, embarressed. She sat on the couch. Following her lead, he sat on the opposite side.
A falsetto voice rang from the kitchen. "Be just a second deary!"
Finn looked around, and noticed the place was the exact same as Marcy's. 'Then again, she was a pretty big tom-boy.' He thought to himself.
Marshall floated back in, carrying three cups with some steaming liquid in them.
He landed in between them, and put an arm around them both. "Tea, Dearies?" He said, again in the falsetto voice.
Fionna took hers and placed it on the table in front of them. She turned to Marshall. "We need your help."
He got a bored expression. "Ugh, not again, can't we just rock out with your new little boy-toy? See if he can play anything." He said, returning to his normal voice.
Finn jumped in a little. "Actually, we could use some help, I think." He tried to get up, but Marshall, with his arm still around both their shoulder's, kept him seated.
He leaned to Finn, and whispered, so that Fionna couldn't hear. "You don't belong here, Plane-Jumper." He then floated up and over the table. "OK, kiddies, lookie here." He placed his hands on the table. "Marshall the prophet is here to help."
"Marshall the what?" Finn asked, thoroughly confused.
Fionna explained. "He can temporarily tell the future by letting a Seer-Demon enter his mind. He'll temporarily lose control of his mouth, but he'll stay in control of the rest of his body."
"Oh..." Finn said, still a little confused.
Suddenly, Marshall's eyes started glowing bright red. He opened his mouth, but it wasn't his voice that escaped. "FREEDOM!" The voice shook the air it travelled in. "What would you like to know from this humble demon, oh great Prince-O'-The-Damned?"
Fionna spoke up. "We want to know how to defeat the meteor."
The voice burst out laughing. It reminded Finn of hornets buzzing combined with a bear's roar. "You already hold the answer. But it will cost you."
"We won't pay the tribute. You already know you're reward. We shorten your time by two months." She replied, but he laughed.
"Don't butt in girl, the boy needs to pay the tribute. He needs to take my place in the tenth level of hell for two months time. Greater powers then the King of the Damned told me to test this boy." He laughed.
"Who?" Fionna asked.
"Hahahaha, even I do not know. You want the info, agree to the terms."
"Two months? I can't do that! The meteor will be here in DAYS!" Finn said.
"Actually," Fionna said, "when someone subs for someone in hell, they instead feel the pain of the chosen time all in a second. It's painful but it's only the tenth level for two months. Should hurt like your arm getting torn off, but it's quick." She gave him a fake smile, hoping it was convincing. It wasn't.
Finn took a deep breath. "Is this the only way?" He asked Marshall. Marshall shrugged.
"Yes boy, now hurry!" The voice said.
"I agree." As soon as he said it, pain ripped through his body. He felt a billion hornet stings, and his arms in legs felt like a thousand mice nibbled on them slowly for an eternity and a half. He fell from the couch, and laid on the floor shaking. He heard words, but couldn't divine their meaning or source, for lack of being able to concentrate.
"You lied!" A feminine voice screamed. "What did you do to him!"
"It may have been a few hundred levels of hell more than I said." The voice laughed maniacally. "That boy felt more pain than his whole life combined. And as he hasn't passed out yet, he past the Greater-Power-Than-I's test. The answers you seek lie in this boy, and to unlock it, travel north. Your world may yet have a chance."
After that, he felt himself be lifted. He opened his eyes, shakily, to see Marshall had lifted him up. "SLEEP!" The words were Marshall's voice again, and as they washed over him, his eyes gained a thousand pounds. The world went dark.
She sat by Finn's side for the rest of the day. When the sky had darkened she asked Marshall. "How long will it be until he wakes up?"
"Well, I put him to sleep so his mind could repair itself after what happened. He'll probably wake in the morning." He excused himself to go upstairs.
Fionna soon got bored. The entire house was silent, and soon, as her eyes got accustomed to the quiet, she noticed a light static noise. She held her breath, listening. It was coming from Finn's backpack. She unzipped it and saw Beemo, it's screen a grey fuzz. She stared at it for a while, then flipped it over and reset it.
She looked at the screen again, and it had a loading bar. It was at zero percent, and took a few minutes to go up by one. Another few minutes passed, and it upped one again. She set it down, then decided to lay down. Her mind was so tired from the long day, she hadn't even noticed where she lay, and she slipped into unconsiouness.
A few hours of sleeping later, Marshall got up for fourth meal. As he floated down the stairs, he noticed Finn and Fionna sleeping on the couch, facing each other, having turned in their sleep. "Maybe I wan't so far off with my 'boyfriend' comment." He said, smiling.
AN: Now, THIS is a chapter I liked. That last one disturbed me, but you guys said it was fine, so... *shrug*.
Tell me in a review whether you liked the last one better, or this one, or just think they were both equally good. I might be totally be wrong here, and every time I think I do good, I'm actually doing poorly, and vise-versa.
Also, bonus question. What character do you want to see more of in this fanfic. Suggestions will be seriously consider. I mean it! Answer on the poll on my profile.
-Aggronlv45, OUT!
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