Author's Note:
Hey guys...
I have some bad news. Well, more bad news.
My grandpa is in the hospital and he has a lot of fluids in his body, which is why he's so swollen. And he has been a lot more tired lately.
And I know I said I was going to start posting in June, but who gives a fuck?
I don't, and I don't think others don't either.
So, uh...this may not be a good mother's day. Especially for grandma.
He's the last grandpa I have left in my family.
So...I'm gonna be very depressed and sad for a while. So...
...yeah. Also, Happy Mother's Day for the ladies out there. Enjoy the love by your family.
So...onward to the story...I...guess...
Also. I'm going to start making my Zombie Survival Plan again. I totally forgot about it years ago. ._.''
And, this is May 24. That message above me was three weeks ago. And my grandpa is having a lot of seizures now. SO...uh...I dunno.
So. Enjoy this long chapter! ...I think. ._.
As the cargo plane slowly traveled across the Pacific ocean to Asia, there was a large thing in the ocean that was watching the plane with his dark, black eyes. Sitting there. Waiting for the right moment. Just waiting...sitting there silently...sitting silently, waiting for its dinner to come towards it...
The large beast in the ocean was a Megalodon (yes, it used to exist...I think.) shark, the biggest one that anyone would see in over 600 million years, or whatever.
Ever since the dinosaurs disappeared and the cavemen appeared.
It gave a small smirk (...I don't think sharks smile...do they? .-.) before swimming fast towards the cargo plane, its jaws wide open for the current that it was going opposite of, and its, long, large, yellow jagged teeth excited to meet the warm flesh of its small dinner.
Well, it never mattered what it ate. It always had the Californians and Mexicans for lunch and breakfast, and ate whales for dinner and snacks. (Ever watched the movie on Sci-Fy? If not, then you out of luck. But that monster was ferocious! :O I LOVED IT.)
As it swam underneath the cargo plane, the passengers didn't know what was waiting ahead of their journey...
Meanwhile, there was a little girl with caramel skin that was jump-roping in her back courtyard in the Kingdom of Drakiman, singing softly to herself.
"I told myself that it wouldn't be so bad...but pulling away you took everything I had..." she sang, and suddenly stopped. "Huh?"
She looked up in the sky to see something moving. Something small and black.
She tilted her head to the side and dropped her jump-rope to reach into her pocket, pull out a pair of small green binoculars and looked through them to the object in the sky.
It was a long, black unknown missile that looked like a rocket, passing through the clear blue sky similar to Earth, heading for somewhere.
Where? She didn't know.
"White! Come in! Lunch is ready!" A voice called.
"...coming." she said softly, and narrowed her eyes to the missile, and slowly walked to the castle with her eyes on the the unknown object, and then went inside.
With Marshall, he was playing with his cat, Shwabelle, while thinking of song lyrics in his head and humming. Next door was Marcy playing with her dog, Schwaballe.
Her mom and his dad were off to war that was declared with Germany, Korea and Asia.
"Hey Marsh?" Marcy called from her window, her punk-like red room illuminated by candles that were scattered everywhere in her room.
"Yeah?" he said from inside his gothic-like blue room.
Their houses were only a meter apart. They could hear everything they did. Well, not exactly everything. But...you get the point.
"...do you think our parents will be ok?" she asked softly.
Suddenly, Marshall stuck his head out his black window, and stared at Marcy.
"..." Marshall didn't know what to say but only stare at the girl before him.
"...do you think they will survive Marshy? I'm worried for Mom." she pouted.
"...it...it, uh...it depends. Marcy, I'm not psychic." he looked away. "It's a 50/50 percent chance." Marshall explained, then turned back to Marcy, "...I don't know. We can only hope and probably pray to Glob that they'll be ok."
"...what if they die?" Marcy then began to tear up, her sniffles now heard in the silence, and she looked away, wiping her tears with her shirt.
"Marcy..." Marshall climbed out of his window and climbed over to hers to hug her dearly. "...They'll live. They both survived cancer. They'll survive this war."
I think, he thought lastly.
Marcy only cried into his shoulder and hugged him tightly. "Oh, I miss Mommy!" she sobbed.
"..." Marshall hugged her back, a tear now falling from his cheek. "And I miss Dad." he then looked up at the starry sky that had no moon, wishing that everything was over and their parents were back home...
Fionna was in Germany, everyone preparing for war. Well, World War III...or...whatever! You get the point. Again.
"Fionna!" her mother called from downstairs.
Fionna was upstairs in her room (too lazy to describe), petting her coffee spotted cat, Cake (doesn't talk yet!) while watching the people outside preparing for the upcoming war.
The war that their leader, Anderson L., declared against the U.S. and France and Britain.
The war that declared the winning country to rule the whole world with no 'ifs', 'ands' or 'buts' about it.
She couldn't stand destruction like this. Especially when her family members were going to war with the others. And Marshall's parents going to war and Marceline's Dad gone somewhere while her mother was drafted into war.
Finn was in Australia, where he was free from war. (for now...*evil laughter*)
But...with her and Marshall...those dreams were over.
She missed his soft kisses he gave her everyday, his warm hugs, his messy onyx bangs that were always in his dark brown eyes, his peachy skin, his slightly french accent he had whenever he talked, his songs and his bass playing soft tunes to her, the delicious strawberries they shared with each other...
She missed everything that dealt with Marshall, and his kisses.
Oh, how she missed those kisses he always gave her...
"FIONNA!" her mother screamed, making Fionna jump with a gasp and her cat screech in pain.
"Y-y-yes, Mom?" Fionna called, slightly shaking from the sudden yell from her mother.
"Come down here. Now."
Fionna sighed. With that said, nothing was going to be good.
She climbed off her bed, walked out of her room and went downstairs to the kitchen, where her mother was at: sipping a large cup of tea to keep her awake at the early hours of nighttime.
"Yes Mom?" Fionna said.
"Sit." she gestured to the small round table that held four chairs.
Fionna gulped and did what her mother said, Cake finding her way onto the counter and purring softly to herself.
"I have some news."
Fionna looked down at her hands, hoping she wasn't involved.
"...uh...w-what is it?" she asked, looking up.
"You're gonna have a new sibling." her mother sipped at her tea again.
Finna's heart skipped a beat, and she felt all the blood drain from her body.
"...w...w...wh-what?" Fionna whispered.
"Yes. That's right." her mother said, and set her cup down.
"...now?!" Fionna screamed.
"Yes."
"WHY ARE YOU NOW TELLING ME THIS!?" she shrieked, making her cat jump up and run. "WHEN WE'RE ABOUT TO GO INTO WAR!"
"Well, you always wanted a sibling." her mother shrugged.
"THAT WAS WHEN I WAS 6 YEARS OLD, MOM! I'M FREAKING 14!"
"Watch it." her mother growled, her cup now forgotten and placed on the counter.
"NO! YOU"RE JUST NOW GRANTING ME THIS WISH!? HOW COULD YOU BE LIKE THAT?"
"Your father and I had some trouble back then. We didn't have enough money."
Fionna growled in anger, and she screamed as loud as her vocal cords could make her, and burst out crying. "I HATE YOU, MOM!" she screamed at her mother, "I HATE YOU! WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME!?"
"FIONNA!" her mother gasped. "HOW DARE YOU SAY SUCH A THING!"
"SHUT UP! I HATE ALL OF YOU!" Fionna sniffled and ran up the stairs to her room, and slammed the door behind her.
"Why?" she cried, and fell face first into her pillow, her muffled sobs heard in the silence of her room. "Why does this have to happen to me?"
The President sat at his desk, his fingers tapping the solid mahogany wood impatiently and his secretary, Hillary, standing beside him, biting on her lower lip.
"...uh...sir-"
"DON'T...say...a word." he said, holding a finger up before he put it back down.
The secretary only nodded and went back to what she was doing, only for the door to burst open and Cesaire zooming to the president, sweat rolling down his light red face.
"Sir! We have...major...bad news!" he rasped.
"WHAT!?" Halberd screamed, jumping out of his seat. "WHY!?"
"The...*pants* The...cargo plan...oh, Glob, I need to exercise more...*sighs* What I'm trying to say...is..."
Before he finished, he fell to the floor with a thud, his eyes now closed.
"He fainted!" Hillary shrieked, looming over him and kneeling beside him, trying her best to wake him up.
"I can see that, Hillary." he growled, and walked up to the door to slam it behind him.
"Ack! Shit! Get the fucking President! NOW!" Marcus screamed over the phone in one hand, while in the other hand he tried to steer the plane away from the shark that already took out part of the left wing.
"Whoa!" Marianne flew out of her seat and crashed into one of the bombs, which rolled off its holders and groaned on the floor.
"MARIANNE! BE CAREFUL!" Johnson shouted, before he toppled over the passenger seat of the plane.
The Megalodon shark was tackling the cargo plane out of its course, along with the bombs that were excited and ready to explode at any moment.
"AH!" Marcus tried to steer the plane away, but the shark had a good hold on it, and everything started to backfire. Starting with the system, the propellers slowed down to a stop, but the plane was still in the air.
"Guh! That's it! Marianne! Where are the grenades!?" Johnson shouted and unclicked his seatbelt and got up, before the plane was lifted into the sky, nosefirst, its tail pointing to the ocean.
"They should be in the box over-Ah!" She was then tossed across the plane, to where the back door panel was.
"WHOA!" Johnson was then thrown into the wall that had a few switches and controls on it, and one of them opened the back door and wind suddenly drowned inside the plane with rustling noises of the ocean, rattling and shaking everything inside, including the maps and plans.
"AH!" Marcus screamed and lost control of the wheel as he was thrown from his seat to the door and the shark began to chomp the plane up like a dog with its bone.
"MARCUS!" Johnson screamed as Marcus flew by him, reaching his hand out for him that Marcus tried to grab as he was falling, but they were too late for each other.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Marianne shrieked as she held on to the seat. "MARCUS! NO!" she also reached out for him.
Marcus then disappeared from sight as he fell into the ocean, a tiny splashe heard in the small distance.
"...Glob...help us now," Johnson whispered before the wind took his words away, and he turned to Marianne, who stared back at him, both of them with a look of horror on their faces as the shark rattled the plane with its steel-grip jaws. It slowly creaked and groaned as it slowly pulled apart one piece by one piece...
"Marianne?!" Johnson screamed above the wind after a horrified moment of losing their captain and Marshall's father.
"Huh?!" she looked at him.
"...we'll have to do this without Marcus!"
"ARE YOU INSANE!?" she shrieked.
"Insane, yes! Crazy, maybe! But we have to complete this job, dead or not!"
"..." Marianne only looked down before looking back up, and slowly nodded.
"Alright. Here's-"
Before Johnson finished, he turned to the back panel and saw that they were being pulled to the ocean. Fast.
"Shit." Johnson mumbled.
"Johnson...!" she began to panic. "You better have a plan!"
Johnson fanned through his thoughts and came up with a small idea that may work.
If he timed it just right... then they might be able to live long enough to see land.
"Marianne! You'll have to take a deep breath for me!" he shouted.
"NO!" she clutched on to the seat, now afraid for her life.
"MARIANNE! YOU NEED TO DO THIS!" he stated, "DO THIS FOR ME! FOR MARCUS! FOR YOUR FAMILY AND FRIENDS! FOR MARCELINE!" he cried the last two words out, which snapped something inside Marianne.
All of a sudden, it seemed that everything stopped in time as she slowly looked up at Johnson, and had a look of determination in her eyes. She gave a quick nod and took a deep breath, along with Johnson, as the plane submerged into the icy, dark ocean...
...somewhere in Korea...
As North Korea worked together with South Korea (The year is 3112; they agreed to be companions again in 2649), they began to create a plan. A plan so devious that no one could say anything to prevent it.
A plan that was so true to its own words; a plan to destroy the whole world all together.
At the rocket launching base, the Koreans worked and communicated constantly in their base, moving here and there, typing here, printing there, talking above, observing below; they were ready to lauch their 'rockets' that took years of planning, calculations and quiet concentration to build and make.
All they had to do was prepare the ammo and they were prepared for the war.
While all the workers ran around everywhere, putting papers here and transferring secret data there, a scientist with thin rimmed glasses and a lab coat stained with green substances walked up to their leader, the president of Korea, ...uh...hmm...
... Kang-Dae. (meaning: powerful and greatness)
...때 당신은 준비 될 것인가? (...when will you be ready?) Kang-Dae asked.
곧, 오후에 아마 가끔 내일. (Soon, maybe sometimes in the afternoon tomorrow.) the scientist said briskly.
... 아주 좋아요. 그것이 준비가되면, 우리는 시작됩니다, 이해? (Very well. When it is ready, we will start, understand?)
네, 그렇습니다. (Yes, sir.) The scientist nodded and walked away briskly, which left Kang-Dae at the top of the base, watching over everyone with close and sharp eyes.
After a little while of observing and classifying their data, he nodded in approval and began to speak, which made everyone freeze in place and stare at their leader.
사람들이 어서! 빠르게 작업! 우리는 내일 준비이 필요합니다! 빨리! (Come on people! Work faster! We need this prepared by tomorrow! Quickly!)
Everyone began shouting and worked even faster, preparing everything and setting them up.
WHile they worked, a solider then walked up to Kang-Dae, and saluted him, who saluted back, and began to speak. 선생님! (sir!)
무엇인가? (what?)
우리는 우리가 말하는 미국화물 비행기가 메갈로돈 상어에 의해 아래로 촬영되고 있다는 소식이 있습니다. (We have news that a U.S. cargo airplane is being taken down by a Megalodon shark as we speak.)
Kang-Dae only stood there. ... 어느 나라? (what country?) he questioned.
미국, 알겠습니다. 당신은 우리가하고 싶은 일이 있나요? (The U.S., sir. Is there anything you want us to do?)
Kang-Dae then smiled. ... 아니. 그냥 상어가 저녁 먹고하자. (...no. Just let the shark eats its dinner.) he ordered to the soldier.
The soldier nodded. 선생님. (sir.) He saluted and walked away briskly.
...우리는이 전쟁을 이길 것입니다. 당신이 업데이트 방법에 상관없이, 우리는 항상 당신보다 앞서있을 것입니다. (...We will win this war. Regardless of the methods you updated, and we always will be ahead of you.) Kang-Dae said and chuckled evilly to himself as he walked into his office and closed the door behind him.
{Google translate is kinda hard. I hate translating things, but, oh, well.}
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