Finn was bummed out. Being banished from the candy kingdom sucked gumballs. Suddenly the phone rang. Finn jumped up, was bubblegum calling to apologize? He grabbed the phone and almost screeched "hello?"
"Hey weenie." Oh. It was just Marceline. "Nice performance last night, wasn't expecting theatre." He cursed her silently. "I'm kidding, sorry…um," she sounded hesitant. "Is Jake there?"
"Where else would he be?"
"Can I talk to him?"
"Um…" Jake was giving jacklene her bath. "He's busy right now, but I can take a message."
"Cool. Tell him to meet me at crypt cave tonight, ten o clock sharp." And she hung up.
"Bye..." he murmured sitting back down to wallow in self pity.
A few hours later…..
"Finn I gotta go, I'll see you later buddy, take care of jacklene!" he called. Finn scoffed. She'd fallen asleep hours ago. " yeah, man I'll see ya' have fun.'" And he left. Finn sighed and went about picking stuff up. There was a knock at the door. He opened it.
"h-hey Fionna…"
"Hey Finn." He couldn't look her in the eye. He felt lousy. Some righteous hero he was, ruining relationships for his own safety. But she only smiled, eyes trailing him up and down in amusement.
"Finn, why are you wearing a maid's outfit?" she giggled. He looked down at the attire. He'd forgotten he was wearing it.
"W-well ya see, um…Jake and I made a bet that the princess would never make the first move…" he said awkwardly. "And as of last night, I lost. So now I hafta wear this for a week." He growled, wishing he'd never made the bet in the first place. It was too much for her to take apparently; she burst out in laughter, turning away from him
"HAHAHAHAH I-I'm HAHA s-sorry HAHAHA…HAHA...Heh..." but when she turned around to face him, he had a look of stricken horror on his face.
"Finn? I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you…" but he fell to the ground.
Meanwhile….
Jake sat on a stalactite in crypt cave, whistling a tune, as he waited for the vampire queen.
"Jake?" she called? He stood up and waved to her.
"Over here." She floated over, and at first, Jake didn't recognize her. She was…..well, she didn't look a vampire queen, that's for sure. He only stood open mouthed as she grinned.
"Too much?" he only shook his head absently; taking her in. she sat cross legged beside him.
"Sooo..." he asked, wondering as to why she'd called him here.
"So… you play viola right?"
"Yeah…"
"Do you wanna have a jam session? Just the two of us?" Jake nearly fainted at her last five words. They were never alone together. It made his heart beat faster.
They were at her house now, as she plugged in her axe base. She went over to the stereo and began searching, apparently not finding her desired object.
"Jake, will you go get me a pick out of my room?" he went upstairs and shivered, glancing at the closet, remembering when he and Finn had gotten trapped in there all day once. He looked around the room and grabbed her pick.
Meanwhile….again
Fionna gasped as Finn lay on the ground
"Finn? Are you okay?" she cried. She turned him over and gasped. A knife point stuck out of his chest. He laid on the ground, stony-eyed a steady dark pool growing around him. Blood somehow managed to stain the purity of his white hat.
"Oh….." she moaned what she should do? Help! That's it go get help!
"Jake will know what to do!" she cried, grabbing Finn's red stained hat off his head, letting his blonde locks fall to the floor.
Just as the two were about to engage in a musical feast, Fionna burst through the doors, panting and sputtering something uncomprehendable.
"Whoa! Whoa! What's going on?" Jake asked.
"I-it's Finn…" she managed to blurt out. "He's…" she couldn't speak.
"He's what?" Marceline asked.
"He's dead!" she yelled showing them Finn's blood spattered hat.
Oh sob. Oh cry. Finn is dead! The deed is done, now our story begins.