A/N: So, as you all must know by now, I am incapable of making deadlines, so my updates are going to be as erratic as humanly possible, which isn't a good thing. So, please, hang in there! I'm not through with this story just yet! Sorry about the name change, I just don't like Inficere as a name anymore. So something more concise is in order in this chapter.

Chapter 6

Just as quickly as his smile faltered, it came back as he said with gusto, "Chillax, bro! Ron James has everything you need for that! But, it's gonna cost you big."

"Name your price, Ron," Inficere retorted with a smirk.

Looking from side to side, as if telling a secret, he said, "I'm gonna need an arm and a leg."

"Wanna give an amount, pal?"

"No, for reals!" he started, "It takes an arm and a leg from a living person to make another Dimension Jumping potion."

The boy had to think for a moment about that. He knew he could just regenerate limbs if he cut them off, but that didn't scare him. Actually, what scared him was the question 'Would it hurt?' Sure, he'd played the game, but that didn't mean he knew absolutely everything about BLACKLIGHT. He knew whenever Alex got shot in the game, he saw him flinch and grunt at it, but that was the only thing he had to go off of.

He decided to do it because he just... needed to get home. So, he proceeded to reply, "Okay," and took off his shirt, revealing his torso, which had become just a bit more muscular because of the virus. He handed the shirt to Ice Queen and turned one of his arms into claws. He placed his other arm on the table and swiftly brought down one of his elongated fingers on his arm, just below the elbow. Pain was indescribable as he was already on one knee, biting back whimpers with all his might.

The pain was almost like he was being torched by the hottest flame on earth a hundred times over. Blood seeping from the opened limb, stopped and the bone and muscle tissue that was clearly visible changed into the black, red, and gold texture of the virus. Slowly, the stub extended with a sickening squelching sound and the pain dulled from searing heat to a lulling warmth. He took several deep breaths, preparing himself to take his own leg. He manipulated the virus to make the biomass forming his jeans recede up his leg until his kneecap was exposed.

With a deep exhale, he brought the claw down again to sever his leg just below the knee. This time, a small, gruff yelp left him as the heat came over him again. After his leg regenerated and the biomass pant leg was restored to its rightful place, he picked up the leg and set it on the counter. Ron James had a look of pure horror on his face, "What the bliz, man?! You could've cut some other fool's are and leg off!"

Still panting heavily, Inficere replied, "No time... Gotta go home..."

Nervously, the potion salesman slid the bottle across the table, but took the arm and leg nonetheless. Inficere took the bottle and formed a hole in the place where his liver would be. He placed the potion inside and closed it over. 'Heh,' he thought, 'I could get used to having a few more pockets.' When the both of them walked out of the shop, Inficere had a thought, "Hey, Ice Queen. I thought of a new-new name for myself!"

"Hm? What would that be?" she asked.

"Decker! Perfect for someone like me who needs to be mysterious, yet oddly charming," he boasted, then laugh a bit, "And, in the right mood, it can be both cool for friends and terrifying for any enemies!"

The monarch of ice crossed her arms and touched a finger to her lips to think, which, in the eyes of newly-named Decker, was cute and she answered him with a grin, "Yeah, I suppose it would be cool. I might've thought of something better and more awesome, but that'll do."

Decker chuckled at her antics for what seemed like hundredth time that day. But, their joy was cut short when there was a scream and an explosion at the front gate, large enough to be seen from even their place in the large. But the flames from the inferno were a sickly, pale green, which alarmed the young man greatly because he knew it was the one person he never wanted to meet in his time on Aaa or Ooo.

The Lich King...

Immediately, Decker could see numerous infected mutants charging them. His eyes widened and formed his claws, "Ice Queen!"

In Ooo...

After the strange prophetic dream, Finn hadn't slept the rest of that night and sat down in the kitchen with BMO for company. So, when Jake came down, he was concerned when he found the now sixteen year old teen leaning on the table, half dressed. "Yo, Finn, why you half nude, bro?"

There was a perplexed look on Finn's face when he looked at his brother, "Well... I had this strange dream, man... Totally banaynays..."

"Lay it on me, homey."

There was moment of silence for him to sigh, before answering, "Well, Prismo was there- he says hi, the way -and he gave me this prophecy from the Cosmic Owl... It says some universes 'must cast down obstruction' to face whoever's causing whatever this is."

Jake was taken aback, "Whoa! Did he say who the guy was?"

He was disappointed when his brother shook his head, "All he said was it was the 'King of Evil'. You think he meant-"

"-the Lich?"

They both nodded to each other. "Right," Finn said, "If we're gonna fight the Lich again, we need to be extra-ready!"

"Yeah!" Jake exclaimed.

They both smiled as they bumped their fists together. Though, the righteous moment was interrupted by the hungry growling of both their stomachs, making them both chuckle. "After breakfast?" Finn asked.

"After breakfast," Jake agreed, already at the stove.

But they wouldn't get a break, as three people fell through a wormhole that had torn it's way through the wooden wall. A girl, about sixteen that had a remarkable likeness to Finn except with a bunny hat, a large cat, and a woman in a royal-looking, blue dress with blue skin and white hair, not unalike the Ice King. The two brothers were stunned, as both of them could only utter a single, drawn out syllable, "Uhh..."

Back In Aaa... 20 Minutes Earlier...

The difference between a video game and real life, much like shooters or games that show the past in the days of swords and muskets, is that what is done in the video game never fully captures the reality. Never in Decker's life would he do something that felt as... real as when he was forced to run from the Lich, cleaving his way through Infected left and right. His biomass extended and covered his shirt as to keep blood from ruining the design on the front, but everything was so vivid at the point when he started running. The colors, heightened, and the blood, much, much more red than he remember blood ever being. Oh, the blood... He could feel the warmth coming from it.

On his face, claws, arms.

Not even the wind beating against his form diffused the heat coming from it. Simone, by his command, had long since flown away to the Treefort with the potion, leaving him to escape this Hell. A slash here, splashing fresh blood over the dried stuff, a shove there, sending an Infected into some more Infected. It was then he pushed himself to start feeding. Now, when he attacked, he sent out a feeder tendril from the back of his torso 'armor' to strip one of the beasts of their biomass.

Each time he did so, a feeling one could only call euphoria filled his senses. It made him shudder and he could only agree that someone could easily go mad from this feeling. Now out of the city, he ran through the grassy plains, so flat, he decided to push himself to go even faster! As he did so, his feet began to also leave the red and gold streaks the pattern on his back and the veins on his arms left when he ran. Quickly, the Infected were falling farther and farther behind him and sooner and sooner did he see the Treefort come into view, shifting his claws back into arms. Though, he wouldn't be getting off that easily because he could see a Hunter, charging him from behind.

The large, gorilla-type creature tried to jump on him, but Decker jumped higher. The Hunter landed more quickly than the young man, so Decker tried to mimic Alex Mercer's body slam attack. He turned on his side and readied his elbow to slam into the beast. It hit the creature in its lower back. Now, the Hunter howled in pain as Decker clumsily rolled off to the side, distancing himself from it.

They were now close enough to the Treefort that the ruckus attracted the attention of Fionna, Cake, and Ice Queen out of the house. He turned his arms into claws once again, covering his torso with the biomass armor, and took every chance he could to dig them into the Hunter, vaulting over it to avoid being clobbered until he heard the Voice, for the first time exclaim, "Now!"

He jumped onto the beast's shoulders and grasped its head, claws digging into the skull as a foothold. He heard the collective gasp of the three women at the multiple feeder tendrils coming from his back as he tore the Hunter's head from its shoulders, spattering blood all over his face and body. Though, his shirt was spared because of the armor. Strangely enough, his thoughts had been allowed to roam to the subject, 'Really, I need to find a better way to protect my shirt. Maybe leave it behind when I have to fight? But, what if some one ambushes me? Ugh...' But, he didn't have time to dwell on that because, as soon as the feeder tendrils returned with the biomass of the Hunter, a shockwave of euphoria hit him like a brick wall.

The pleasure made him kneel on one knee as he let out a gruff, but loud, moan, but he never saw that Cake and Fionna were both beet red and Ice Queen stood with her mouth slightly ajar, her face a deep indigo. When Decker stood up, regular tendrils danced around his entire person for a moment and he stumbled about, holding his stomach like he was going to be sick. His claws automatically formed, but somehow, they were different. They just a hair longer than they had been before and the crudeness had lessened to an extent. Now, they had a more metallic appearance than before, where it was merely sharpened biomass.

The pleasure ended and his arms shifted back into their original forms. When he stood up, he saw that the Infected had caught up in the time it took for him to fight and consume the Hunter. "In the house," he called to them, waving them into the house, "Now!"

As he ran towards them, he reached under his shirt and into his stomach, right where his liver would be, and grabbed the potion. Decker burst through the door, "Alright, obviously, this dimension is toast, so You guys are gonna have to come with me through the portal."

"What?!" Fionna exclaimed.

Setting the potion on a nearby table, he grasped Fionna's shoulders with both hands, "Fi! Those things out there will tear you limb from limb. What hope does the rest of Aaa have?"

Fionna didn't let up and began to plea, "But, I'm supposed to be the Hero!"

"Fionna, you're outnumber, out-skilled, and overall unprepared for an attack like this," Decker quickly retorted firmly, "A single bite, even a scratch from one of them, and you'll get infected. And I guarantee you, you won't become like me. You'll end up a twisted up Infected that I'll have to slice up."

No answer came from the other human. "So, please... don't make me leave you here," he begged, his eyes shone with sadness and pleading.

The Infected now were banging at the door, which didn't seem to help Fionna's pressured decision. Cake's tail frizzed up when she heard the gargling growls of the creatures. It was as if they were choking on their own fluids, "Fi, make a choice. My tail's frizzin'!"

"Fine..." Fionna breathed out, "Let's go."

A small smile made its way onto Decker's face as he grabbed the potion. With a quick 'follow me', he led them to an upper part of the Treefort before going into a random room, the others following, and locking the door. Decker quickly read the label, "Okay, uhh, I'm supposed to just splash some of this on a surface- huh, don't even have to use it all- then, when you go through, just think of what known dimension you wanna go to. So, you three, when you go, think of a place called the Land of Ooo. There're people there who can help."

"What about you?"

Ah, the dreaded question just had to come from the lips of the Ice Queen. He sighed, "I'm going home, Ice Queen."

"With that, he splashed a bit of the magic liquid on the wall in front of him and the wood began to chip and break away in chunks, revealing black nothingness in the shape of a circle. The banging and the growl at the door began once again as Decker shouted over the howling of wind coming from the portal, "Go! And remember: The Land of Ooo!"

The three others nodded to him and jumped through, disappearing into the darkness. Decker took in a deep breath, then took a running start at the circle. But, the door busting down made him stop and turn to see two or three Infected charge towards him. He only had to gasp before they tackled him into the portal.

In Ooo...

"Uhh..."

"Who are you and what are you doing in our house?" Finn asked incredulously.

After getting up and thoroughly scrutinizing the kitchen, the blonde girl told them, "Your house? This looks an aweful lot like mine and Cake's house!"

At this, Finn froze, his eyes wide, "W-wait! Cake? As in 'Fionna and Cake'?"

The fact that a total stranger knew who she was didn't make her paranoid, it was the fact that he lived in a place that was remarkably similar to her own house and that he had the exact same color scheme as her. But, all of their thoughts were cut off when the wormhole had just about closed, but two other forms crashed through at the last moment. One of them, the women recognized as Decker, but the other guy looked older than any of them. He had to be about twenty-nine or thirty and definitely human. They both stood up, getting the rest of the people a better look at the strange man.

He wore jeans, like Decker, but they were more faded and worn and black tennis shoes covered his feet. His top half had three layers; the first was a plain, white button up shirt that remained untucked with the top two buttons undone, the second was a thin, brownish grey jacket with the hood up, which was halfway zipped. The final layer, if anyone had to guess, was his trademark. A black leather jacket that was shorter than the jacket underneath, but it had breast pockets and a tribal symbol, blazoned in crimson brighter than Decker's, on his back. His facial features were obscured by the hood, but they could see he had grey eyes and pale skin, along with a scowl that seemed to be perpetual.

The air of power that surrounded the man was almost solid. Not that he was flaunting his power, but everyone could feel the skill and experience effervesce off of him. But, he hardly acknowledged any of them, beyond his wary, if not paranoid, glances about the room and the people in it. How he came to be in this world, this universe, none of them knew, but Decker did. Little did the people know that this man was exactly like Decker. That he was, himself, a weapon of mass destruction.

He was a Prototype, the first of his kind.

He was Alexander J. Mercer.

The reason why Decker, Finn, and Fionna are all 16 is because, my birthday was March 9 (a few days ago) and I'm pretty sure by the time this is posted, it'll be March 14, which I presume is their birthday's because of the air date of Finn's birthday episode, 'Mystery Train'. I've also made my decision on the pairing. It will be Finn and Flame Princess.