Finn fell with no expectation of survival. He saw Marceline recoil midair, turn to follow him, then cringe once more. Something struck her from above the clouds. And it was too late. His back to the ground, he wasn't sure how long he had left to fall—but he knew the end was near.

To his surprise, he collided with a flexible surface. It gave way to his momentum and tore, and he dropped another few feet. He found himself in some rubbery room. The floor was pliable and elastic; it bobbed underneath him, still settling from his impact. He was surrounded by jarringly bright colors. For a moment, he was at a loss—the setting seemed entirely unfamiliar. His mind composed itself, analyzed the scene again, and he realized: he was inside Bounce House Princess.

He'd ripped right through the top of her head and landed within her. Considering the noises she was making, she was as surprised as he. She shouted for help, but her tone seemed more scared than pained. He wondered if the damage hurt her at all. Emotionally speaking, it certainly did; BHP was a sensitive soul. Even before her accident a couple years prior—being punctured and deflated by a wandering porcupine—and her subsequent months of painstaking recovery, she was often afflicted with neuroticism. But who could blame her? Not only was she, perhaps, the most fragile princess in Ooo, but she was the size of a small house. Those two qualities didn't compliment each other, and danger was inevitable. Even still, being injured by falling people wasn't to be expected. It'd be weeks before she worked up the courage to go outdoors again.

All these thoughts ran through the human's mind as he eased himself into a sitting position and, very gradually, a standing one. She should have been the least of his worries, given the circumstances, but it seemed as good a distraction as any. After GOLB, he didn't like to dwell on his own mortality—and having nearly unceremoniously dropped to his death moments ago...it was best to dismiss it altogether. And so he focused on the stress of the princess who'd (involuntarily) saved him.

"Bounce House Princess, are you okay?" he asked meekly. "Can I—is there anything I can do to help?"

At the sound of his voice, her cries ceased. "Oh, Finn...it's you," she said, suddenly calm. "No, no, I'm okay. I had no idea it was you. Why, just having a hero inside me makes it all worth it."

He blushed. "Well, I still think we should get you looked at. I'm gonna go for help. We'll have you sewn back together in no time."

He stepped over to the exit and attempted to push her flaps aside. They wouldn't budge.

"BHP?" he said. "I, uh...why aren't you…"

"I think I'd prefer it if you stayed."

The hunt. He'd completely forgotten. The netted walls of her body bent inwards, ushering him toward her center. She let out some air to shrink. He was surrounded on all sides, her excess fabric folded towards him, lightly caressing his body. Below, her rubbery floor sagged and clenched at his feet, holding him in place. Above, her split ceiling—his only means of escape—was still too high to reach. He was trapped.

The edges of her quasi-limbs curled and inched their way between he and his clothes. Simultaneously, his shirt was being lifted off, his shorts were being lowered, and the princess was delicately exploring that which she'd exposed. He'd had enough. Though it violated his moral code, he drew the Night Sword.

She was blind to what happened inside her, so he said, "BHP, I have my sword." She paused. "I'm warning you, I'll use it!"

She remained still, though she didn't retreat; it seemed she was judging his tone, determining whether it was a bluff. To drive his point home, he slid the broad side of his blade against her floor slowly, so as not to startle her. She shuddered at its touch and immediately withdrew. Her folds fled as far from him as they could reach and her form re-inflated to its full capacity. The exit flaps burst open, inaudibly demanding his leave, and he obliged.

He eagerly evacuated and turned to his captor. She evaded his gaze, her cheeks bright red. He couldn't tell if she was embarrassed or scared—either way, he didn't want to stick around.

"I...I'm sorry," Finn said.

He meant it, though he didn't regret his threat. Bounce House Princess ignored his apology. The hero fixed his clothes, placed his weapon in its sheath, then rushed back into the crowded streets of the Candy Kingdom.