Author's Note:
...I'm gonna do the chapter a bit differently, ok?
P.S. After a moment, it gets weirder and weirder. I wouldn't read it that far if I were you. Or your life will be scarred about as bad as my life is.
P.S.S. Rated R scence added...I think...
White: .3.
Rex: X-X Someone kill me.
TNBC: ...I can do it. WITH SLENDERMAN! XD
Marshall: ...NO.
White: *nods*
Marcy: Yeah. he was about to rape me once, but I still...uh...kinda thank you guys for saving me. In a way.
Arlies: ...Marcy, truth or dare?
Jake: ...
Finn: ...hmm.
Marcy: ...dare. *shrugs*
Arlies: ...I dare you to sing Last To Know by Three Days' Grace. (BK {BossKing, not Burger King; I only like their fries; their burgers can suck my balls. ...not that I have any...AUGH! FORGET THE SHIT I SAID!} got me addicted to it.)
White: NO! D'Yer Wanna Be a Spaceman by OASIS!
Marcy: TDG? They're easy.
Finn: I don't know the lyrics! D:
White: That's what Internet's for, doofus.
Marcy: HEY! Watch it, Brainy!
White: *raises eyebrow*
Arlies: While debating, White, I dare you to torture Rex in another room.
White: ...
Rex: O.O NO...
White: *evil smile that the computer and website won't let me do* Come on Rexy. Let's go have some fun. *drags him away*
Rex: NOOOO! *yells*
...back to the original style. More descriptive that way.
TNBC's P.O.V.
As White pulled Rex away, Rex screamed and clawed at the walls and floor, screaming for his life.
"NO! Please don't let me go with...with...this...Candy Corn addictioner!" Rex stuttered.
White only stopped and turned to only go into the closet and pull out some rope.
White only grunted and tied Rex up, and grabbed some duct tape and taped his mouth shut, tossing him over his shoulder afterwards.
"...I'll be down the hall experimenting. DO NOT DISTURB." she then turned around and walked away, Rex muffly screaming for his life, until White closed the door behind her.
Well. I feel bad for that dude.
Ah well. He'll live.
...I think...
"...PB!" I screamed.
"Wha?" she said, turning to me.
"...do you still have that secret potion?"
.3. Don't worry. We'll see what it does.
"...what secret potion?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at me.
"The one that was labeled Secret Potion #569072.1."
Her eyes narrowed. "I thought I told you to stay away from that lab."
"Meh. Us boys do reverse psychology." I shrugged.
"Potion? Where? I wanna try!" Finn exclaimed, jumping up and down.
"No, Finn. Potions are never good for you." Marceline said.
"...you didn't say that when that wizard gave me that potion." Finn muttered, turning to her.
"...because I trusted him and I threatened him that I would murder him if anything went wrong."
"..." Finn only shrugged until a pink potion with purple gas popped up right in front of his face with a pink hand.
"Here you go Finn." PB said with a smile.
...huh.
Finn smiled and thanked PB, and drank the liquid in one large swallow, and tossed the beaker to the wall and broke.
PB stepped away and took out a notepad and began to scribble on the paper. "So...Finn...feel any different?" PB asked, looking up at him.
Finn only swiveled his head around and stared at her. "...I...feel...hot...stronger...muscular...and...weird. Is this suppose to happen?" he questioned, wiggling his fingers.
"...I dunno. You're the first to test it out." PB shrugged and continued to write.
"WHAT!?" Marceline shrieked, her pupils going red.
Finn soon began to shake violently before a puff of purple smoke appeared, making everyone cough and wave their hands to blow the air away.
Soon, everyone stared at Finn...and straight dropped their jaws.
Finn...had become hotter than any girl would ever imagine. More muscle, fine face with a peachy colored scar across the eyebrow, a green shirt and blue pants, black boots and his pack on his back as usual, his bear hat gone to reveal curly blonde hair. But his clothes showed his six-pack abs and all of his muscles. Like, all of them, even his butt muscle!
We all stared at him with such amazement that the other dude that looked like a cuter version of Finn got up and wiped the dust off himself.
"...the name's Tobias." he stated.
"...ok?" I stated, turning to him.
Marceline and PB stared at Finn with such...weird looks that the boys and I slowly backed away until we heard a loud thump, with screaming, and a lot of cursing.
"SHIT! AH, GLOB! THAT HURTS LIKE HELL!" a voice screamed.
"WELL, STOP BEING A BITCHY BABY AND HOLD STILL! BE A MAN! PUT SOME HAIR ON THAT CHEST OF YOURS!" another voice screamed.
"WHAT?! FOR YOUR INFO, I AM A FUCKING MAN! AND I'M STILL TRYING TO HOLD THAT RECORD BEFORE IT GETS RIPPED FROM ME LIKE HELL! WHY DO YOU HAVE TO MAKE IT SO PAINFUL!?"
"BECAUSE LIFE GIVES YOU A LOT OF SHIT, PAIN AND FUCKING WEIRDOS! LIFE'S NOTHING BUT A BITCHY BITCH BITCH OF A BASTARD!"
"...WHAT?!"
"...it's something that Mom taught me..."
"Somedays, I swear that I must be dreaming...you just scare the shit out of everyone..."
"...whatever..."
And then the voices ceased.
All the boys turned to each other and shivered. (...our conversations at lunch has gotten more weirder than ever. Actually, scary. I mean, how do you get whipped cream and a science teacher that looks good in his 50s or 60s and HAS muscles together? Well, for his arms anyways. But he does look good in suits... O-0 ...what am I saying?)
As Marceline and PB stared at Finn, he raised an eyebrow and chuckled deeply.
Marshall's P.O.V.
"What? Do I have something on my face?" he asked in a deep, awesome voice that made the girls melt like butter on toast.
The guys and I only stared at Finn with narrowed eyes and hissed, until Finn looked up and smirked.
If only I can wipe that smirk off his face...
As Finn laughed at the girl's blank faces, he walked up to the window and sighed.
"PB. Thanks for changing me like this. Now, I won't be an actual weenie anymore."
"...F-Finn..." they began to stutter, drool pooling out of the corners of their mouths.
Finn sighed and turned away from the window to us and shrugged.
"Well, I'm off to test out my skills." he then walked around us and stepped out the room and closed the door behind him.
"...I think...it's this door..." we heard him mutter under his breath. (superior hearing, bitches. (...I'm too upset to speak of why, but I seriously don't mean that) Even I have superior hearing. When I don't have my headphones on... X3)
Then, as Finn screamed, two more voices of yelling were heard.
"FINN!" a voice that sounded like an embarrassed Rex shrieked.
"FINN! WHAT THE-GET OUT!" another voice screamed.
...sounded a lot like White when she's mad...
"What is all this-HOLY LAMBARGHINI OF GLOB!" a voice said.
"DAD!" White screamed.
"GUH! MR. D-D-DRAKIM! W-W-WE CAN EXPLAIN!" Rex stuttered.
"AH! MY LIFE IS NOW CORRUPTED BY HORRIBLE IMAGES!" Finn screamed.
"OH, GROW UP HONEY!" White screamed.
"WHAT?!" Rex stated.
"WHITE! I THINK THAT'S WHAT THE BEDROOM IS FOR!" Her dad said.
"THERE'S MORE THAN ONE!"
"EVER HEARD OF THE TORTURE ROOM!?"
"...WHAT?!" all three screamed.
"...wait. Don't go in there." Her dad said in a blank voice.
"...can y'all step out. ...we're...kinda...in...a tangle here...if ya catch my drift..." White stated after a few moments.
...*clears throat* "JOANNA, DON"T COME UPSTAIRS!" her dad screamed.
"WHY?" a feminine voice said.
Moment of silence.
"...WHITE LEIGH ANN EMBROSTE JRONEA DRAKIM!"
"...hi, Mom..." *nervous laughter*
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?! WITH HIM?!"
"...ex...perimenting?"
...*facepalm heard*
"I RAISED YOU BETTER THAN THIS!"
"...technically, you really didn't, dear." Dad muttered.
"SHUT UP, HENRY! I KNOW WHAT THE HELL I'M DOING!"
"...you really don't, Mom. Your habits were passed on to me." White stated.
"...Henry. You. Me. Library. NOW. We have a lot to discuss."
"...see what I mean, Rex? I guess my friends were right. Parents can get very quick when things like this happens."
"..."
"...uh..."
I only raised an eyebrow.
"...define...'quick'..." Finn stated.
"We need to leave." both of them said, and footsteps were heard.
"...Finn...five seconds or I'm going to get Slenderman..."
*running footsteps heard*
"...we must move somewhere else."