An: Welcome back, readers! How has your day been? Would you like a drink? Because i don't have any. Take two guesses who took all the booze. Go ahead, guess.
Strawberry milk is delicious.
Can you tell i have nothing to say? I usually do, but I'm just focused on pumping out another chapter and drinking strawberry milk.
Since this is dragging on, onto the tale...
Chapter 5: Icy Days
Finn, the Enchanter and Marceline rushed over the plains, quickly reaching the point where grass suddenly stopped and ice began. Frowning, Finn pulled a sweater from his bad, wearing it to protect his not so very cold resistant body. The Enchanter chuckled, a rune near his shoulder blade glowing, before he began to radiate warmth like a giant fleshy heater. Marceline, being undead, simply floated there, waiting for the 'stupid weak mortals' who couldn't handle a little frostbite.
They began trekking across the snow, walking around the massive ice berg mountains. These had always mystified Finn, the cold material see through, revealing things from previous ages, which sometimes (and disturbingly) included corpses. Shuffling along, he sped up after walking by what looked to be the frozen remains of some form of dragon. He listened to the two bickering ahead of them, making him forget the miserable cold for a moment.
"What kind of question is that to ask, perv!?" she said, feeling a tad embarrassed
"Perv? I just wished to know if you undead could breed. After all, you seem to be perfectly preserved, so no actual damage to your innards has occurred..." he found himself dodging an axe, the vampire blushing and attempting to shut up the man for good.
"Calm down, lass! It's not like I'm asking what your favorite position with the princess is-WHOA!" he cried, dodging a even harsher swing, aimed directly at his neck.
He backed up, and hid behind the small boy (didn't work very well). "Fine i'll stop asking, miss won't even give me the answer to a simple question!"
She hissed and floated faster away, aiming not to hear those questions again.
The enchanter began to laugh, ceasing his cowering behind the boy, and waved his arm. "Maybe everything is working, judging by her sudden mood swings..."he stroked his beard, the boy looking at him, wondering if he some sort of death wish.
After a few hours of walking, they found themselves at the Base of the Ice King's castle, the frozen pathway leading towards their feet. However, they had already spotted the Ice King, who was wearing a large penguin suit and following one of the penguins around, imitating the Wenk sound that they made.
"...Ice King, why are you dressed like a penguin?" asked the boy, already annoyed by his presence.
Turning, he jumped in the air, surprised that he had guests. Attempting to pull himself from the suit, he waved weakly. "Oh hi Finn! Hey Marceline! Hey man who screams of magic! Whatcha doing at this stanky old wizards home?" he said, falling to the ground and crawling out of the suit.
"Whats with the suit, man?" Marceline spoke up, watching her once friend dust the snow from his robe.
"Huh? Oh this? I realized that everyone loves penguins, so i thought if i acted more like a penguin, people would like me more!" he cried, the plan apparently sounding like a masterpiece in his mind.
"Wenk!"
"Gunther, we have gone over this, Daddy can't lay egg's."
"Wenk?"
"What do you mean, i am penguiney enough! See? Wenk!""Wenk!"
"Oh shut up! Your just upset because you don't have any more bottles to break."
"Wenk..."
Turning back to the group, he laughed meekly and spoke up. "Gunther has been acting very naughty lately, sorry for his foul language."
The enchanter, getting sick of this man, walked up and grabbed the crown, eyeing it curiously. "Hey! That's my magic crown! I made that! " He attempted to take it back, failing horribly.
"You must have been a great mind to survive this long with this crown. Shame it is so attached to you, otherwise i could mess with it, maybe stabilize it's power..." he plopped it back on the mans head, hearing him give a satisfied grunt at the return of his artifact.
"This has been a weird day, i tell you...First Gunther breaks all of my vinegar bottles, then that Pendent thing fell from the sky, so my crown just had to freak out. Nearly killed Gunther in the process..."
"Wenk!"
"Yes, i said i'm sorry! I let you break all of my Soy sauce bottles, remember!?"
"Anyway, the thing must have fell into the fire kingdom, because i woke up in the Steam Lands. Ended up taking a nice hot bath in a hot spring before coming back. Makes your pores feel amazing!" he said, rambling on about steam.
"Wait, do you know where it is exactly, Simon?" Finn spoke up, wanting to keep him on track.
"Simon? Oh me? Don't know why you call me that, i haven't had that name since i was all weak and lame...But yeah, i could find it. The stupid thing is giving me a migraine, anyway. My crown wants me to "Find it and give it to the Hero" so that it will leave us be. I just wanted to try and pick up chicks. Why, you guys going to look for it?"
"...We are. We could use your help Ice King. We need to get that pendent quickly, or we may be in a lot of trouble." Finn spoke up, pleading slightly.
"Well, i don't know...the Fire Kingdom isn't exactly my sort of club..."
"Please, Simon?" Marceline suddenly spoke up, and the Ice king visibly flinched, memories bubbling to the surface for a moment, before disappearing.
"Since you said please, of course, my dear! Just let me get some stuff i need..."He flew off, entering the castle, before returning with a old brown satchel. "There we are, friends, I'm all set."
Poking Finn's arm, he giggled. "Hey finn, what time is it?"
He tried not to let a smile creep onto his face, and failed. "ADVENTURE TIME!"