An Adventure Time Fan Fiction

by Hi5totheface

Finn's breakup with Flame Princess causes him to find his way to Marceline's. But after thoughts about Marcy, Finn becomes conflicted. Is this love? Read to find out.

6. Chapter 6

(Marceline's POV)

I watched Finn walk away. My heart raced as I thought of his touch. I closed the door and walked in to the kitchen. I opened up the fridge and pulled out a red apple. I suddenly heard the front door slam shut. I ran to the door and looked outside. No one was there, my heart began to race. I grabbed my bass and walked into the living room. I tossed the apple into the air, and waited for it to land in my hand. But it didn't.

"Hello my little princess." I heard a wicked voice say. "Oh shit! Please don't let it be-" I thought turning on my heels.

"Dad? What the hell are you doing here?" I shouted, swinging my bass at him. He grabbed my bass while I was in mid swing.

"Marcy, now that wasn't nice. I just came here to talk. But if you insist on fighting, then I will have to get rid of this" he said. And in the blink of an eye, my bass was gone. "Now sit down." He said sitting in a chair. "Damn! Why does he always take my bass?" I thought as I slowly sat down. My father looked at me and frowned.

"What the hell are you wearing? You look like a slut!" He said pointing to my outfit. It was totally uncalled for since I was just wearing shorts (given they were short-shorts) a loose t-shirt, and my hair was up in a loose ponytail. I glared at him and rolled my eyes.

"Now i know that you fancy that boy Finn. Am I right?" He said, glaring at me. "Who the hell says fancy anymore?" I thought. "Now if I find out that you two are messing around, I will make him suffer a thousand painful deaths." He said to me. I opened my mouth, but shut it before I said anything to make it worse. "That is all I wished to talk about." My father stood up and left the room. Once he did so I ran out the door but he wasn't there. I went to the front door and saw my bass laying there. On it was a little card that read- "I'm not joking. He will die!" I put my hand over my mouth to stop myself from screaming. I dropped the card and ran up to my room. Tears began to roll down my cheeks. I sat on my bed with my head buried in my hands, and I cried.