Review Responses:

Bigslayerguyman: It's weird, because there are three different names for Farmworld Finn that are equally viable. Thanks for the praise, I was worried about parts of it.

Vincent victor crowley: Thank you! I wanted it to seem kind of… like you said, elegant.

7: I mean, they already had enough problems when Finn wasn't a ice-wizard, so there will be some interesting complications.

Chapter 2: The Man Behind… Er, Projected Onto The Curtain

"Um, Prismo? I'm slightly, uh, confused," Jake piped in, his newly met cosmic-buddy pausing the screen displaying in front of them, the Jake and Marceline upon it freezing instantly.

"Main-screen pause!" Prismo shouted after it had already paused, as he always forgot to do it on time, and then coughed, his eyes turning to Jake (as well as his face, which was really weird mojo because, being two dimensional, it just flipped on an axis). "Yeah bro?" The deity replied nonchalantly; apparently being pretty much all powerful led to a good amount of whimsical apathy. "What's up?"

"Well… er," Jake mumbled, not exactly sure where to begin. A lot of weird had happened in the past five minutes. Now, the dog had had done some lime in the coconut insanity in his lifetime, like painting his house with condiments to impress his girlfriend's parents, but seeing himself reduced to walking around on four legs and subsequently turned into the Lich was just a bit unsettling. Scarfing down the wish-burrito had helped, but still.

"A few things," He continued, deciding to go with the flow. "I'll just do a runoff, I guess. Firstly, why have you started narrating what's on the screen? Secondly, uh, did we time-skip or something? Finn wasn't this loopy a few minutes ago, and I certainly don't remember there being a Princess Bubblegum, or really an Ooo. Just a lot of radiation and gunk. Uh… crap, forgot my place."

"You're on three," Prismo supplied, and Jake nodded.

"Yeah, so three is didn't Marceline melt? And I thought I turned into the Lich? And now we're living together? That was pretty confusing. Um. And I guess that's it. Oh, wait." Jake's stomach let out a massive gurgle, at least as massive as those produced by the giant baby of the Loco-Swamp. "My tummy begs to differ, have you got a bathroom around here?"

"A thoroughly intelligent set of questions, but you're kind or ruining all the plot set-up and pacing. Author's going to be pretty greased up, dude," Prismo replied, and though Jake felt another question rise at that response, he held it down. The same could not be said for the rank, deliciously cheesy fart that smacked out of his butt-cheeks a second later.

"Yeah, I'll start at the top with the rest, but we're taking care of the last one first," Prismo muttered as he blanched, a bucket appearing in front of Jake's feet. "That's a trans-dimensional portal device. Sorry, I usually don't host anyone capable of excrement."

"Yeah, I'd imagine, thanks man," Jake replied quickly, his need to relieve himself increasing. He was about to head out one of the doors surrounding him to do his business when another thought struck him. "Where will my stuff end up, anyway?"

"Lumpy Space," Prismo replied deftly, and Jake winced, but didn't complain, and certainly didn't ask for more information. He had always thought those clouds looked kinda off.

When he came back the bucket disintegrated, and Prismo began to address his points. "Well, I do the narration for… never mind, you wouldn't believe me if I told you. It has to do with some fanfiction and junk. You liked it though, right? Poetic and snizzle? That was one of my majors in college, poetry. The other was theoretical physics."

"Oh, yeah, right on, you got all metaphysical and my jowls were touched, brother!" Jake stated, plopping himself down onto the ground. "I just didn't get why you were doing it. But, you know. Keep it subtle. Just don't go overboard like they do in some of those weird documentaries."

"Sweet, you had me sweating for a sec there, I'll keep it smooth," Primso replied, not bothering to correct himself when he realized he didn't sweat. "On to the next one, yeah, we're about a thousand years ahead of where we were… which I mentioned in the opening narration, but your attention span is potatoes so I'm not surprised you missed it."

Jake shrugged, glad Prismo hadn't taken yet another chance to berate him for wishing for that burrito. His attention span had been called worse than potatoes.

"I figured you didn't want to watch through the boring and somewhat grim stuff, so I fast-forwarded time relative to how we're viewing it, but long story short your Ooo is pretty identical to this one. It was a lot of work to get that to happen, though. I really had to pull some strings."

"Huh. Neat. You can do stuff like that?" Jake asked curiously, rubbing his stomach as the urge for another burrito filled him. He struggled to suppress and actually listen; after all, the burrito had gotten him in this mess in the first place. "Like, what you were saying when you were narrating? You can affect fate?"

"More or less," Prismo replied with a shrug. "You just have to stick to a basic outline and adjust the currents to get it where it needs to be. All kinds of crazy improbable though. Take you and Marceline. She was actually pretty easy, though: when she died as a demon, she promptly got sent down into the Nighosphere, and considering her Dad rules it he patched her up quick and bribed Death until he cut her age back to around where you know her. By that point, the Lich had ripped a hole bigger than my old ma's yapper in spacetime, and she just plopped back in. But you… uh…"

"…That bad?" Jake asked, grinding his teeth. He had a good amount of empathy for the alternative versions of himself walking cool and winking at pretty babes through reality. Enough to not want to see them turn into the Lich.

"Long story short, Finn was just sane enough to fight the Lich off, and considering you were all he really had left, his love was strong enough that he managed to pull you out of him. Epic ice powers help too," The two dimensional dude replied, Jake's eyes immediately growing big and mushy at the thought of Finn saving him as such.

"Yadda yadda, he and Marceline wandered around for awhile while you kind of rotted with radiation poisoning," Prismo continued, though his patience was starting to thin, and he himself beginning to wonder why he didn't just show this section. And then he remembered the Lich gave him the heeby jeebies, and that he had really sugarcoated the amount of crap Jake's alternate form had gone through.

As he often did, Prismo kept these thoughts to himself, and finished his recantation. "And eventually they patched you up, you got your powers as a side effect from the radiation, as well as extremely long life."

"…Dude, as much as I appreciate the effort, this sounds like some of the bunkest, dumbest, plot-hole-filled sci fi of all time," Jake muttered, shaking his head, the 5th and 6th Heat Signature movies particularly popping into his head.

"Eh, whatever works," Prismo replied, yawning. "Just needed you to be alive. Destiny stuff, plus you're a pal. And since you wished for that burrito—" Jake smiled sheepishly as Prismo glared him down "–Finn's potential actions at this point are your only hope of getting back to your world. Anything I missed?"

"Um… what have Marceline and I been doin' for a thousand years?" The dog asked, his eyes widening as he finished his sentence. "NO WAY. Are we dating? That would be weird, but I could dig it. Also, shouldn't you have already just teleported me away since my wish clearly didn't make the cut?" Once again, Jake held off asking for another burrito.

"You guys pretty much just chilled after Finn went nuts, played a lot of music, roamed around, and no, you're not dating," Prismo replied, chuckling. "Thought I thought about it. Would have been weeeeird. And I kept you here by means of time delay because I'm bored, interested to see where my messing with this altered Ooo leads, and because your burrito still has the potential to affect things, no matter how remote, so I can't send you back yet. Also you're just a cool guy, Jake, you know? Somebody I wouldn't mind smoking a j with."

"Whoa! Whoa! What?" Jake sputtered, thrown off by Prismo's last sentence.

"What? You know, lighting jello on fire and then eating it?" Prismo teased, winking at Jake who grinned, attempting to punch his friend in the shoulder but only hitting wall. He needed to get used to the fact this guy wasn't three dimensional.

"Yeah, yeah, I got you good," Prismo chuckled, turning his attention back towards the screen. "Anyway, let's start this back up."

And so, far away from this twisted Ooo, Prismo had set the stakes incredibly clear: the only hope for the Jake the Dog and Finn the Human to return to their rightful places in spacetime is Finn's now frozen form. What will it even take for the shell of the hero to fix this immense flaw he has no knowledge of? What strange moments of brotastic bonding await Prismo and Jake as they witness these events unfold? AND MOST IMPORTANTLY, WHAT ARE THE SHIPPINGS—

"No, seriously Prismo, you need to STOP narrating like that, it's creeping me out man," Jake huffed, and Prismo simply sighed.

"Find out next time, chicks and dudes!" The pan-dimensional being finished with mock enthusiasm, trying to process the best way to explain to Jake why said narration really was necessary.

Every once in a while you find the perfect title for a chapter. That was the case here, and I love it.

So, yeah, this is a bit of a departure from the first chapter, or at least paints it in a very different light. I went back and forth between this idea, but in the end Prismo and Jake are both very connected to the world the story takes place in obviously, so I thought plugging them into it in a way that both added depth and some light comic relief would be worthwhile. It's also worth noting that Jake and Prismo are unbelievably fun to write together.

Next chapter will be back to Ooo and probably be a bit longer than the first two, depending on how many characters I end up putting into it. Thanks for reading!