Hey
So I've been kinda bored lately, but still doing a lot of art. I'd really suggest checking it out since that's what I'm going to be doing with my life.
I was sorta thinking that I needed to update soon, so here it is.
Inspired from a few current feelings, will be expanded upon in further chapters.
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It was Marcy, of course. It always felt best sleeping next to her. She was cold, cold enough that the bed stayed quite cool and comfortable even in hot summer nights. Flame Princess was warmer than Marcy, not as warm as she used to be by any shot, but still warmer. Even in the winter, it could get to be too much and Finn would often wake up in sweats. With Marceline, though, it was always comfortable.
Finn reached out, wrapping his arm around Marceline's waist and moving in close behind her, enveloping her lanky body. He felt a slight pressure against his arm where it touched her belly, the baby kicking. A smile forms and Finn presses his head closer to Marcy's body, a feeling of warmth filling his core.
Love. He thought.
Their usual schedule was half day, half night, so Finn and Marcy could live semi-regularly. Finn got more used to being up even to the early morning, and Marceline bought a few more light-protective clothes and items. Right now it was probably almost time for a typical Ooo dinner, so they would be waking up soon. Finn drifts off to sleep soon enough, thoughts of the baby taking the place of Bubblegum.
When he woke up, Marceline had turned around and his hand resided on her back. She smiled slightly as Finn's eyes flickered open.
"Morning, Hero."
Finn blinks a few more times, adjusting to the dark. "Hey, Marcy…"
The vampire moves out of the bed from under Finn's arm, stretching and letting out a soft yawn and floating over to the closet, picking out some clothes and changing out of the underwear she had slept in, tossing Finn's usual attire over on the bed for when he gets out.
"I'll be making breakfast…" Marceline says tiredly as she floats over and down to the kitchen while Finn starts to sit up.
Shadows drape the entire room, as living in a cave wouldn't provide much light. Finn hits the switch to turn on a lamp on the nightstand as he stands up, rubbing his eyes and slipping out of his old underwear and into the new day's clothes, then climbs down the ladder to greet Marcy.
She stands, humming, next to the stove, frying up a pancake and dropping in a few strawberry bits, and smiling. Finn takes a seat at the bar between the kitchen and the living room.
"Hey Marcy… have you ever met someone named Bonnie? Maybe a Princess Bonnibell?"
Marceline looks over at the adventurer, "Bonnie? Maybe one or two, a long time ago though. Never a Princess Bonnibell or Bonnie though. Something up?"
"No… trying to remember a name…" Finn responds with a sigh.
After breakfast, a little idle chat, and some time on the couch, Marceline went out to gather some baby items that Finn would be no help with. He was, instead, left on the couch, alone. It's been one of the few times in a while that he's felt very alone, vulnerable. He knew Marceline would be back in a while, but it seemed to be deeper than that.
Realization of all the loss he'd experienced hit quite soon. Jake, Princess Bubblegum, all the candy people, his friends, those adventures, the faces he'd probably forget in a few years, it was a lot to take. Memories of smiles and adventure tore and tore until all he felt was a suppressive emptiness in his core. Finn crossed his arms, breathing in and exhaling as he lays on his side onto the couch. The pit he felt inside himself was oppressive, the sadness occupying his mind made it cumulative, and the attempt at comfort from crossing his arms seemed a complete failure.
It's my fault, like Billie said it's all my fault. Jake is dead and everyone else from the Candy Kingdom might as well be. All that's left is Marceline and Flame Princess. Finn thought, hugging himself tighter.
I never wanted this! I never knew this would happen! It's not fair! If I'd had a warning or any signs that what I was doing was wrong I would've done different. I didn't know it was wrong! He yelled to himself, on the verge of sobbing.
The couch and the room seem to fade, the only thing Finn can perceive is himself and his emptiness.
Cold
"Hey, wake up."
His eyes flickered open, looking up at the rim of the box where a tall, blue figure stood.
"The candy girl is out. You'll be free soon." Explained Billie.
He nodded, silently looking back down at the floor while the shadow of Billie moved away, then returned, making him look back up.
"Finn isn't looking so good. He may be different, when this is over and you can come back." Billie said again, then moved back away.
He looked back down at the floor, sighing. He raised his hands, looking them over. His hair was starting to grow long, and shaggy, and would need a cut soon. It's not that he was lazy, he just wanted to experience something other than just sitting against the wall. Even being uncomfortable was entertaining, since he'd run out of other ways to have positive enjoyment. He couldn't write on the walls, had no items that he couldn't make himself, and was left purely to himself and his imagination. Billie could bring him only news, as it cost quite a lot of energy just to transport himself to wherever they were. The "sky" was purely white and would change in brightness throughout the "day." He mostly just slept, reenacted previous adventures on a small scale, or tried to make up new ones. It was getting more difficult as time went on.
All he could hope for was that Finn would make up his mind soon, but knew it would still be quite a while.
"He'd freak… if he knew I didn't actually die…" Sighed Jake.
Yeah, a little bit of a twist.
I thought it needed to happen so it did.
It's not very original or inspired, but it needed to happen.
Anyway, vote on whether you want Marcy or Flame Princess to end up with Finn.
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