I wonder when's the next Adventure Time episode? Oh. I do not own Adventure Time.
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Samuel the Langhorn was never really a rational person on a normal basis, but when things do get serious, he does reminds himself of his limitations. As an example, Samuel could never win in a push-fight against a minotaur while trying his best to block the sword strikes with the crimson kite shield slung on his back. He ducked on instinct as he heard the whizzing sound of metal going almost as fast as the speed of sound. The blade caught the minotaur square in the face, separating his upper jaw from the lower one and spraying him with blood. The foul fiend toppled over and writhed in pain.
"Yeesh! You're one disgusting bloke!"
Samuel faced one of the last thirty or so remaining followers of the Lich, a shadowy wraith garbed in white suit of armor. The swordsman's tattered sword have long since broke down on his twenty sixth enemy. During the crazy simultaneous battling with the fiends, he had used numerous types of weaponry. But alas, none made it farther than he hoped. The Demon Blood Shield served its purpose well, and can be even used to bash some skulls when the need arise. The thick build of the kite shield belied its weight, barely registering on his expert hands.
The only drawback is that I have to strike down real hard with it to do some respectable damage.
"Niyatapap atik!"
Samuel tried shoving the crimson shield up the gaping skeletal jaw of the wraith, but his attack went through akin to hitting thin air. His adversary took the moment to continue babbling nonsense and swing its claymore, hitting him on his exposed left side and crushing the chainmail made of horns. Samuel grunted in pain as the air in his lungs was violently ripped away from him.
He smiled. I was never pushed to my limits like this before.
The wraith was going to repeat the same action when Samuel finally managed to block the humongous sword with the kite shield. The impact made a deep humming sound from the vibrating shield. It was almost enough to send him down to the ground.
"Not again, Mister."
Samuel kicked the wraith, catching it off guard as he maintained a grip on the claymore's blade, drawing blood. The swordsman immediately grabbed the handle of the sword and raised it high above his head, before crashing it back down on the stunned enemy. The force alone, crushed the white breastplate and released the wraith possessing the suit of armor. Without an anchor to the world, the wraith 'died' in a brilliant spark of electric blue light.
A loud roar alerted him of the presence of probably the strongest creature held in the Citadel aside from the Lich, a 40-storey dragon of deep maroon color. Its two horns were as big as Samuel himself. Letting out a whistle, he ducked down behind a slow-moving rock golem to escape the raging black fires erupting from the dragon's snout. Several of the other fiends got caught in the infernal flames, relieving Samuel some of the work. The golem, in turn, melted into a mass of pooling lava.
"Impressive, dearest human. You certainly remind me of that kid I met sometime ago. Come to think of it, you kinda looked the same too!"
Samuel followed the source of the voice but found nothing. The Lich stood a few meters away from him. Ever since he started decimating the army, the Lich just stood at his spot - unmoving and unyielding, but wore an air of superiority and delirium. No, the voice was different. Irritating as heck too. Don't tell me that dragon can talk?
"Show yourself, coward."
"Okay." A voice likened to sandpaper on wood erupted behind him. "Here I am, dearie."
Samuel turned around just in time to see a bipedal goat with snapped horns disappear into thin air, the unblinking and emotionless eyes lingering longer. The creature reappeared beside him, which he took as a chance to swing the massive claymore. The goat was hit directly in the shoulder, shattering bone and tissues. Black blood squirted like a fountain from the destroyed body part.
"How did -?"
The creature bared its sharp rows of teeth, trying to be intimidating as it topple over in defeat. Samuel decided to finish the deed by impaling the abomination into the crystal floor with the sword, and repeatedly bashed the its head with the kite shield until it caved in. He backflipped out of the way as a small wyvern fired a green laser in his direction, hitting the thrashing maroon dragon instead.
"Nice try!"
Samuel did a running start and grabbed a hold on the stunned wyvern, immediately hoisting himself on its back as they spiral in the air. Gripping the claymore and slinging the Demon Blood Shield on his back, the swordsman willed the winged creature to get closer to the larger, winged abomination. Gold and silver spikes as large as pine trees lined its back, going shorter and shorter in length towards the tail, which ended on a spiked mace-like protrusion.
"One thing I know about dragons is that their only weak spots are the skin directly beneath jaw and their eyes."
An arrow grazed his left upper arm and oozed a bit of blood. Looking down, Samuel saw a beautiful figure of what seemed to be humanoid woman. Clad only with the strap of her bow, the archer kept firing arrows at him from below. This gave him an idea.
"Alright, Verny! Let's fly closer to that chick!"
The wyvern begrudgingly obliged, apparently bound to serve whoever managed to ride on its back. From what could he recall, this one is called Amaran, named after the legendary flower of some far-flung universe. A few meters away from the enraged woman, the maroon dragon spat a thick wall of fire at their direction. The Amaran wyvern adeptly swerved out of the way as Samuel readied his claymore.
"Good riddance, babe!"
Samuel plunged the claymore at right at the chest of the archer, effectively impaling her. He immediately jumped down from his mount and swiped the bow and the quiver that held the arrows. The wyvern sent green lasers at the dragon, which bounded harmlessly from its enchanted dragonscales. Taking the moment to examine the bow, he quickly loaded an arrow and dropped an advancing skeletal being.
"Ha! Nothing a weapon expert like me can handle!"
Several more of the demons, fiends, criminals and whatnot threatened to overwhelm him. Samuel counted only 4 arrows left in the quiver and used all except one to kill the advancing menace.
"Verny!"
The wyvern heard his call and swooped down to let him climb on its back. Samuel placed the claymore between the gaping jaw of the wyvern as he loaded the last arrow on the bow. The dragon kept thrashing in blind rage, squashing several of his enemies in the process. Taking careful aim at the colossal maroon lizard, Samuel waited at the right moment to shoot at the creature's blue eyes.
"I hope you could see this, Finn."
He let loose an arrow, which plunged itself on the dragon's left eye with a sickening wet sound. Potent dragon blood erupted from the destroyed organ, showering down on the crystal floor. The swordsman-turned-archer took the chance to fly beneath the roaring dragon's snout. He plucked the claymore from the wyvern's jaws and sliced the exposed skin of the dragon, bathing Samuel in blood. The colossal creature, on its death throes, fired a large volley of black fire at their direction. The wyvern was caught directly in the ensuing attack, sending it and its rider down on the ground.
"Dang it!"
He quickly recovered and managed to see the dragon breath its last, all the while sending streams of unholy fire everywhere, incinerating the remaining stragglers of enemies. Looking back at the wyvern, Samuel was disheartened to see the Amaran thrash in agony because of its missing right wing. He took pity and ended the poor creature's suffering by beheading it with his claymore. He let the claymore slip from his hands as he doubled over in exhaustion.
For a whole minute, the only sound that could be heard was the simultaneous combustion of the fallen prisoners. The Citadel never was that empty, now holding just two inhabitants about to do battle.
"Alright Lich, just you and me. Come at me, bro."
That is correct, Langhorn. Just you and me.
"Heh, your mind tricks won't work against me." Samuel slung the kite shield on his back and retrieved the claymore, wielding it with two hands.
I know. That is why I decided to just get rid of you altogether.
Samuel did not replied, he was so enthralled at the embers that swirled from the enemies he had defeated. The brilliant light show ending with the sparks flying in the general direction of the Lich. In mere moments, all the of the dead demons finally disappeared. Curiously, the wraith left its white suit of armor behind.
"Wait, give me a sec."
Take all the time you need, human.
Samuel nodded and briskly walked towards the fallen equipments. He anticipated surprise attacks from the Lich, but none came. He just stood there with a wicked smile, shooting piercing stares at the swordsman. Samuel donned the white gauntlets and greaves, but discarded the torn breastplate. It was a snug fit.
"Alright, I'm ready."
Answer me this, do you really believe you could survive what's going to happen next?
"Of course."
Do you really think you can stop me from leaving this citadel?
"I do."
You must be jesting me, human.
One moment, the Lich was standing there. The next, he was replaced by a gruesome creature of various features - horns, tentacles, spikes, teeth, fangs, claws, name it all. The formless monster was apparently composed of every demon and fiend he had slain earlier, confirming Keeoth's suspicion that the Lich was absorbing every single individual that died in the prison.
Soon, you will be just a part of me too. Why resist? The strength I could harness from you, a Precursor, would be enough to open the Pristine Corridor and go wherever I find suitable. I could get us out of here, human. I could reunite you with your son, your real son, not an alternate universe counterpart.
"Yes, yes, that is tempting, but you left out a certain detail."
What?
"I volunteered to be here in in the first place, to keep dudes like you from escaping."
The Crystal Citadel, the Multiverse's greatest prison. Virtually inescapable, it had been a perfect holding facility for some of the most dangerous criminals that ever existed. It has just one flaw - the Crystal Citadel also acts secretly as a backdoor that directly lead to The Line That Divides each universe from one another, except that they aren't really lines but corridors.
For the most part, the Lich was truthful to his followers except for the fact that not all could survive the trek through the Pristine Corridors, let alone open one of the doors that lead to other universe. Some went insane with what they saw within, some devoured by unknown inhabitants that roamed it, and others just got lost - doomed to wander the halls for eternity. The dangerous aspect of the Corridors was the reason so few knew of its existence, even among the crowd of fellow Precursors. He could count in his fingers the individuals in the current Cycle who knew of its existence.
So you're a warden, huh?
"Yep, and nobody escapes on my watch."
No matter, even if I couldn't kill you, the accumulated power from these foul creatures would be more than enough to open the Citadel.
The writhing mass of body parts reverted back to its original form, the gigantic built of a dead Nephilim. If Samuel could recall, the dead guy the Lich was wearing was called Bill. He was a hero from across many universe, with almost every incarnation ending up as a vessel for the Lich.
"Enough chit-chat, Lich."
Samuel held the claymore firmly in his blistered hands, feeling the assuring presence of the kite shield on his back. He could feel the Infinity symbol on his right upper arm reacting to the danger he was faced with. Whatever happens at that moment could decide the fate of many universe. Maybe, just maybe, after this I could finally visit my son. Wish I could remember the right universe though.
A blast of pure energy that erupted from the Lich's palm nearly decimated Samuel, missing him by just a few inches. The Citadel was momentarily lit by the green beam of energy traveling in a straight line. He doubt if even Keeoth's kite shield could take that form of attack, remembering it belonged to the blue wyvern he slew earlier.
"Here goes nothing!"
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There was only one way to go for her, one path to follow - revenge. The pretty and pink monarch did not only thought it was fun to toy with his brother's feelings for her, she also deemed it fun to mess with his fragile mind. Braco's hopes were falsely played with, and his already unstable personality easily led to schizophrenia after that evil Princess Bubblegum dumped him.
Vera would have none of that.
She closed her eyes in agony as the current situation of her brother toiled in her brain. Braco was once a man of taste when it comes to clothing, but now he was wearing nothing but white shirt that restricted his movements. He was once a smart person that could play around words like a poet, but now could only mutter the words 'why won't she love me?'.
Why won't she love me?
Vera held back the tears forming in her eyes as she briskly walked through the candy streets. The long, hooded cloak concealed her face. It was not very wise of her to reveal her presence just yet.
Stay out of misery, Vera. It's been two years already.
She looked up at the sizable plasma screens that dominated every nook and cranny of the Candy Kingdom. Each one displayed faces of supposedly wanted criminals, and any information leading to them should be promptly reported to the authority. The screens then showed how dangerous these individuals are, possessing a variety of powers based on CCTV footages clipped together. They don't matter, really.
Ever since she set foot on the kingdom a day ago, the citizens never stopped talking about the last human alive found by the Princess. The whispers intensified into sung praises for the young human due to the recent happenings that afternoon. Vera was there for the better part of the battles that took place.
"Sawyer the Human. Pfft. More like Sawyer, the Princess' Pawn."
Vera was sure of it, the Princess would just toy with the boy like how she toyed with her brother. Her real purpose for going to the kingdom was to assassinate the Princess in her sleep. She had trained for that for two painful years under the Guild of Assassins, easily rising through the ranks despite her young age of 17. Vera the Nymph, First Class Assassin, that was her full title.
...and all of my plans changed the minute I heard of that boy.
It would be very easy to take away Sawyer from the Princess, like swiping a candy from a child; Vera wasn't called the Nymph for no reason. She would toy around the Princess first, she could die later.
"The only problem is I have to find that human first."
Light was fading fast from the skies, bathing everything in deep orange glow. She had to find him fast before he retire to his quarters, or wherever the Princess was keeping him. Her only leads was that Sawyer visited the library a few minutes ago. Vera was about to pass by the bell tower when he caught sight of the boy walking out of the structure, left hand in pocket while the other ruffled his spiky brown hair.
This would be easy, heh.
Vera pretended to be occupied by something inside her cloak, and purposely collided with the human. The act sent them both to the ground, which Vera took as a chance to discreetly throwback her hood and dramatically expose her long violet tresses.
"Ugh...I'm sorry!" She used her sweetest manner of speaking, easily grabbing the attention of the boy.
"Nah, gal...my fault. I wasn't really paying attention." The human stood up and offered a hand to help Vera to her feet, which she gladly took. She towered over him by a foot.
She smiled shyly at the human, carefully measuring if she was being overboard. "Oh...I'm sorry, really. To think I would bother Sawyer the Human is so...unbecoming of me."
"Wait, you know my name?"
"Of course! You're the talk of the kingdom, silly."
"That's true, I guess...well, it's getting late and I've better get back soon to the Castle."
"Oh, it's alright. Don't let me delay you any further, hero."
The human visibly blushed, easily noticeable even with dim light. "Nice meeting you, Miss...?"
"Vera. I'm Vera Renard. It's nice meeting you too, Sawyer!"
They exchanged a smile and wave each other goodbye as the human made his way towards the Candy Castle. Vera wasn't really sure what to make of the boy. She could clearly see the anguish and pain hiding within his blue eyes, the smiles barely reaching them. Vera could quickly see the eyes of a killer if she saw one, being one of them herself. The boy was already a few meters away from her when she called for him.
"Wait, Sawyer!"
Vera hurriedly covered the distance between them, the human cocking his head in confusion. "What is it, Vera?"
She reached inside her cloak and pulled out a deck of cards. The card sleeves concealed their nature from anyone uninformed. "I know this will be weird but...can you please pick three cards?"
"Alright, I guess...? But what are these cards exactly?"
"I'll tell you next time we meet." Vera winked at the boy and evenly spread the cards in her hands. "Look, just pick three."
Sawyer randomly pulled out three cards, which Vera quickly swiped before he got a chance to see what they held. The boy just grimaced with her antics and lingered for a bit, as if about to ask her what was the deal with that strange request. Vera promised Sawyer that she will tell him what's what in time.
"See yah around...I guess." They exchanged one last goodbye for the time being.
For some reason, Vera felt very nervous with three cards in her right hand. Making sure Sawyer was out of sight, she slowly rotated her hand to reveal the cards. She was never a die hard believer of Tarot Cards, but Vera often consult the three-spread Tarot formation. In the order from left to right, the cards represent the past, present, and future.
"Well...that was spot on."
The first card Sawyer picked, the past, was the Judgement card. It symbolized the rebirth or awakening, and the assessment of what came before. Judgement is a card of drastic change, release, and review. Well, apparently, he was sleeping for a millennium. His life should have been different now from what he was used to hundreds of years ago.
The second card, the present, was the Queen of Cups, the card that represents someone he could meet or become to be himself. Vera was sure with this one, the Queen of Cups is like a point by point description of Princess Bubblegum. A kind listener, full of sympathy, a wise and mature individual but can be deceitful and manipulative.
Manipulative? Yes. But kind? Heck no.
Vera's heart skipped beats on the last card, the future. Sawyer, inadvertently picked the Ten of Swords, the card of giving up, self-pity, admitting failure, and quitting. Based on what Vera noticed about the boy, he seemed to be someone who have seen his share of sacrifices and grief. It might take just a few more push to the wrong direction to finally break him down. She smiled, physically and mentally.
Wow...the cards are actually accurate today. Heh. Although who would rely their life on old pieces of paper anyway? Even the humans of olden times found these as just nonsensical objects.
They were right about the prophecies of their extinction though.
Carefully rearranging her Tarot cards, Vera hid them back inside her cloak and hastily walked away. She was still bothered about the apparent accuracy of the cards, but chose to remove them from her system. Its no use worrying about the boy, he was just another pawn in the games he was about to play with the pink Princess. Queen of Cups, huh?
The sun was nearly down when she reached her destination, a low profile inn where she had her lodgings. The homely place was managed by an elderly couple that seemed to be made of cookies. It would serve as her base of operations for the the moment.
"I'm coming for you, Bubblegum."
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Sawyer walked slowly towards the Candy Castle. He was still dazed by the beauty of the lady she met earlier, Vera. Her shocking violet hair left a mark in his mind. The cloak she wore did not hid her slender frame and curves. And her smile...don't forget the smile. She seemed to be human in every aspect except for the little crystal-like knobs on her pretty head.
"I've just lived a life of a teenager for a few hours and I already have a crush."
Suddenly, the hood of his jacket emitted a soft beeping sound. Bewildered, Sawyer pulled his hood over his face and tried pressing randomly on different places. When his fingers pressed down somewhere his left ear, Princess Bubblegum's sweet sing-song voice blared from a hidden speaker beneath his hood.
"Hullo! This is Bonnie! Where are you now, Say?"
"Uh...hello? I'm outside the Castle, Princess. Is this some kind of communicator?"
"Yes, it works as a two-way radio for us, Say. All of your hoodies have these communicators. It's cool, right?"
"Yeah, Bonnie. I admit this is surprising. So...what's up?"
Sawyer heard rustling of paper on the other side of the communicator, apparently from the paperworks of the Princess. "I need you to come to my quarters immediately. I have something to show you."
He frowned. Sawyer thought he had the rest of the day for himself. "Okay, I'll be there in a few minutes."
Sawyer quickly broke into a run, dashing through the main entrance of the Candy Castle. In the process, he ignored a lot of greetings from the personnels of the castle. Along the way, Sawyer nearly crashed into a sentient bun that wafted something that smelled sweet.
"Hi! I'm Cinnamon Bun. Who are you?"
"Hello. I'm Sawyer. Look, Cin, I'm kinda in a hurry. See yah later, man."
"Okay!"
Ascending the Grand Staircase, Sawyer practically flew through the candy halls above. Within minutes, he was outside of the Princess' room. Sawyer was about to knock when the door opened for him. He found the candy monarch sitting on the pink chair facing her dresser, her bare back exposed to him.
"Oh, sorry Bonnie! I think I should have knocked first." He was about to go outside the room again when the Princess spoke up, back still turned. She spoke through the mirror that reflected them both.
"No! I just took a shower, I'm afraid I didn't dried myself fast enough." Bonnie twirled her extra towel on her damp pink hair.
"Alright, Bonnie, if you insist. What do you need of me?"
"What did you do this afternoon?" Bonnie shot her a winning smile, which warmed up his cheeks just like the first time he laid his eyes on her.
"Is this an oral report?"
"No, silly! Just a friendly chat."
Sawyer broke into a smile of his own and immediately launched into a series of explanation, keeping everything precise and concise. He noted how Bonnie's expression changed depending on what particular event he had recounted. She was delighted when he showed her his library card, but frowned deeply when Sawyer recounted his chance meeting with Vera. The Princess practically snorted and puffed her chest indignantly when he told her how the girl made him pick three cards. This confused him so much. What's wrong with that?
"She's so beautiful, Bonnie. Her hair just looks...magnificent. I mean, how often can you see violet hair?"
"Pink's not impressive enough with you?"
He stopped for a moment. "What are you implying?"
"Nevermind." The Princess' facial expression remained passive for the rest of their conversation. "What I really sent you here is about this."
Sawyer looked closely at what Princess Bubblegum was showing to him. It appeared to be some kind of necklace with a small pink stone. Suddenly, it lit up and projected some kind of holographic map. The green image showed various locations, as well as two dots.
"The blue dot is you, Sawyer, and the red one is the Princess of Flames. I hope you know what this means, right?"
"Yes. You want me to track her down with that map."
The candy monarch nodded and stood up from her chair, the towel wrapped around her slender figure nearly slid off. Sawyer blushed as he glimpsed a bit of her bare mounds in the process. He was about to look away when Bonnie forced him to look at her as she slung the tracker on his neck, tucking the tiny stone inside his hood. Sawyer shivered from the touch of her fingers on his chest.
"Bonnie...I think I should go."
"Why are you in a hurry? I still have something to say."
"Okay."
"Tomorrow, after your ceremony for heroship, I need you to track these individuals and bring them alive."
"But...I did not even started training yet! How could I even possibly do that?"
"Don't worry, think of it as an on-the-job training. It isn't as if you're going alone either. I'll send two of my Elite Licorice Force with you."
"Okay. I trust you, Princess."
"Good. Hey, Say. Are you hungry?"
"Well...yes, Your Highness, to be honest."
Suddenly, Bonnie shouted out loud. "Peppermint Butler?!"
The door opened for a small and round candy person dressed in fancy clothing, recognized by Sawyer from earlier. "Yes, Princess? What do you require?"
"Bring us dinner here. I'm not going down in the dining hall tonight."
"As you wish, Princess."
Sawyer waited for the butler to disappear behind the door before he spoke. "You don't have to do this, Bonnie!"
"Pssh. Just relax. You're not declining a lady's offer, are you?"
He shook his head hurriedly. Princess Bubblegum smiled at him again.
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Marceline woke up with a snap. She had just disconnected from Finn's dreamscape, pulling her back to reality. She was hovering over the canopy of trees near to where she plummeted earlier that day. With great haste, the Vampire Queen retrieved her Axe Bass which had fallen during her sleep.
"Alright. I just hope my cave in this universe is easy to spot."
Marceline flew through the night, highly distracted by the varying sounds of the nature below her. Her superior sense made sure she heard every croak of a frog, flapping of bat wings, and footfalls of wild bears prowling in the wilderness.
"Yeah, baby! There it is! My cave!"
Landing gracefully on the entrance of the cave, she quickly covered Jake's mouth who was about to shout with surprise. Marceline whispered at the dog to lower his voice so as not to disturb the two kids sleeping side by side within the cave. Jake nodded and the Vampire Queen let go of the mutt.
"Are you the Marceline from our universe?"
Marceline sighed and immediately launched into a series of explanation based on the one she gave to Finn during their together-dream, essentially leaving out unnecessary parts and other things that Flame Princess should also know. She doesn't want to repeat herself in the morning, not much.
"So...I see you haven't found a way to escape the standstill with the Ice Prince."
"It's hard, Marcy. We can't kill that guy even if we could, or we'll gonna end up with another universe worth of trouble."
"We need help, I guess."
"But from who? We're basically fugitives here."
"I don't know yet. I was going to say that we seek the Bonnie of this universe but..."
The magical dog morphed into a crude representation of Princess Bubblegum. "I'm one crazy nerd junky! I love science and I'm going to evaporate you with my blasters!"
"Shh! Pipe down, will you?"
"Hehe."
Marceline stole a glance at the moonless sky, which paved way to let the stars dominate the night. "Tomorrow, we need to get to the Pit."
"The Pit?"
"That's where the Ice Prince imprisoned the Jake-lich, remember?"
The magical dog looked thoughtful for a moment. "That's totes a-okay plan but we can't risk parading Flame Princess around!"
"Then we'll split up in the morning. I figure Finn would want to stay with Princess over there, so it would just be me and you and the Pit tomorrow."
"But I need to be with my bro-ham!"
"Look, it wouldn't take too long, Jake. We don't know this universe and we shouldn't be out on our own."
"What exactly do you want to see in that hole, anyway? I'm not really excited to meet my mad-uglies version..."
"Just trust me, okay?"
The dog nodded meekly. "But we should tell them before we leave."
"Of course. Wow, Jake! You seemed more...focused today? What gives?"
"I don't know...this AltOoo sure jacks down my party mood."
"AltOoo?"
"Alternate Ooo!" Jake waved his arms frantically.
"That's stupid."
Marceline and Jake spent the rest of the night talking about what transpired and what could possibly happen. About a few minutes after midnight, the dog toppled over and slept, his snores blocking out other noises in the environment. The Vampire Queen was left awake to guard her friends from possible attacks, resorting to playing with the bonfire.
The answer is in the girl beside you. Cosmic Owl? What does that mean?
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This chapter is meant to tie some loose ends and set up events for the upcoming big chapter! This story is around 60% already, by the way.
Nephilim: Haha! I'm happy you liked how things were developing!
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Ooobserver: Dude, are you open for co-writing at least two chapters sometime in the near future? I'm kinda afraid of touching the lores of the CoT, to be honest. I know this sounds too much and it's okay if you can't.
kojh0124: Hehe that chapter was really meant to mess up with your mind.
SamuShark: Dude, I'm happy you find this story good. One thing though, the concept of Baby Marceline belongs to the story 1000 Years Back.
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