"I'm gunna be out for a week. Don't worry and don't look for me.

Fionna"

Cake had shown the note to each of the three guys when they came by the tree house, as well as giving each of them a sound tongue lashing. It really took a lot to piss Fionna off and chase her out of town, and these three idiots had managed to do it. Despite the fact that Fionna had told them all specifically that she hadn't wanted to see them, Marshall Lee had visited the Tree house once a day since she disappeared. Cake noticed his hair getting lighter and had BMO record him. It was honestly hilarious. His hair was getting all streaky.

She had left the house in the black of night, taking her new sword, her demon blood sword, and only what she could fit in her pack. She flicked the tears off her cheeks and ran into the dark to kick evils butt and blow off some steam.

As she was stabbing a tree ogre to death, half way through her week, she was silently fuming. Who did those three think she was? Some lame little girl waiting for some guy to tell her what to do and how to act? She would never do something she didn't want to do! Not ever! And those butt guys better learn. They'd better learn or she'd beat them all to a bloody pulp.

She found another monster and fought it in a blind rage. She stabbed it in the leg and wrenched her blade sideways as the beast let out a vicious howl of pain and anger. She screamed right back at it and pulled her blade free with a sickening, wet squelch just as a massive hand came crashing down and flung her away. She hit a tree and dropped her blade with a loud groan. So that's how it's gonna be? She got up and wiped the dirt and sweat from her forehead and picked up her runic blade. She ran at the monster yelling and it swiped at her. She jumped and landed flat on the things arms and began to climb up. It tried to throw her off but she only stabbed it with her swords and held on for dear life.

The thing roared in pain and plucked her off its shoulder crushing her in its giant fist. She struggled to breathe as it crushed her. She felt a few pops in her limbs and did the only thing she could think of. She opened her mouth wide and bit the beast, ripping a bloody mouthful of flesh off its finger. It quickly dropped her and she landed roughly, turning an ankle and cursing. It swung its other hand at her again and as before she jumped aboard, quickly climbing up to her swords and landing unsteadily on the giants shoulder. Screaming loudly and ignoring the throbbing pain in her ankle, she ran at the giants ugly head. He tried to clamp a hand down on her but she leapt forward and to the side, grabbing its hair and swinging wildly. She almost slipped but quickly grabbed another handful of hair and successfully swung to the other shoulder. Landing on her good ankle she almost fell but corrected herself and continued her assault on the giants head. She cut at its ear slicing it deeply and thrust the blade deep into the juncture between the neck and shoulder.

The creature howled in pain again and slapped her from his shoulder. She dragged the sword with her, it created a large gaping wound across the side of his neck and she was covered in its blood. She landed hard against a tree, impaling her good leg on a broken branch and fell down the trunk landing hard on the ground. the creature was pressing on its neck and woozily walking around as it bled to death.
She tried to stand up, but her ankle throbbed and her thigh hurt. She dragged herself into a clearing and set up the tent she had brought as best she could. Once she had a decent shelter, the girl fished some peroxide, some tweezers, and a bandage out of her pack. This was going to be painful.

She sat alone in her tent, her week of brooding almost up. Maybe they'd figure out she was hurt and come for her soon. Since that fight with the evil giant, her leg had just gotten infected and become a problem. She couldn't even stand on it. In good news though, her ankle didn't hurt anymore. She hoped those poo-brains had learned their lesson. One thing she knew, however, is that she certainly wasn't going to date any of them.

She had thought, had hoped, Flint would be the answer to her problems, but his crazy temper had shattered those hopes. It was a shame really. He was so awesome and liked to adventure, but, if he couldn't handle Marshall Lee and Gumball being stupid, they were bound to have lots of problems. PG and Marsh were her bros. You don't ditch bros for some random dude you just met. Even if he's totes math when he's not being all grumps.

She tried sitting up but it made her head swim, she was just so cold. Where was her blanket? Where was Cake? Why did she do this by herself? Nobody knew where she was and she was going to die. She was going to die and it was her own fault. Those whacked out idiots. She'd never get to see them again. With that last thought, she passed out on the floor in her tent.

"..na, Fionna!" She came to in Gumball's embrace, shivering.

"mmwhy is it so c-c-cold?" She groaned as PG was... removing her clothes!? "whut are you d-doing!?"

"Please excuse my impropriety, but Fionna you are burning up! I've got to cool you down and get you to the palace." He moved to lift the girl bridal style. He smelled sweet, and she nuzzled blearily into his chest as he climbed onto Lord Monochromicorn's back. She vaguely wondered when he had become so strong. He didn't used to be able to pick her up. and his shoulders were so broad. She giggled but it made her head swim and she went quiet again.

He had rested her in front of him, his arms firm around her as he fretted. She was so messed up, and it was partly (if not completely) his fault. If she died because of this he would not be able to go on. When she let out a heady giggle he looked down at her and squeezed her closer. He would not let that happen. He was usually the one being saved by her, and he so badly wanted to return the favor, even if it was just this once. He pulled out his phone and called Cake.

"I've found her, she's all messed up. I'm taking her straight to the Candy Palace for medical help." He nodded and affirmed things into the phone.

"But my swords..." She mumbled into his shirt. He couldn't help but smile at this, even in need of life-saving medical attention she worried about her precious weapons.

"Hush now, I'll have Marshall retrieve them." and she fell asleep on him again.