It goes to eleven! Here it is, back to Bubbline! But not really. Yes, they will be in it, but just watch…
Finn still felt a bit weird inside. Neither the chill wind or noisome forest deep in gloom gave him this feeling. This pit was instead formed around PB and Marceline’s relationship. A week had passed, and still Finn felt torn inside. Bubblegum’s sweet face, screwed up into nervous talk, haunted his vision. Marceline sitting there…
… his forked tongue almost smirking itself. Yes, Fionna still felt the weight of their revelation. Cake knew, and had decided to take her friend out on the Old Forest pass to see if there was any wrong-doer to beat up. They were coming up to the Crossroads, the two of them walking in an uncomfortable sullen silence. Leaves rustled in the wind one, blowing off to land on…
… Finn’s face. He blew it away, the swirling discarded leaf an apt comparison to what he felt. The Crossroads appeared before him. An odd feeling washed over Finn and Jake, like they were being watched. Finn drew his sword, but saw nothing. Reaching the middle of the roads, he took another hesitant step forward. Motes of light flashed around him, and it seemed as if he saw, right in front of him, someone who looked just like him. But they were more…
… masculine. A male version of herself, clothes and all. But a rushing sound filled the cleared area, a loud clap of thunder and hammering rain. A wind howled, fierce and biting. Fionna took a step forwards, and it all stopped as soon as it had started. Odd. She looked at Cake, and both her and the cat shrugged. She turned around, striding back the way she had come. Nothing, no motes of light or weird boy. Really odd. But the pit in her stomach was gone, the blackness lifted if only temporarily. Fionna and Cake walked back home, the cat now sensing her friend’s sudden change in mood.
Jake went to sleep and woke up glad for this, seeing his friend now out of the depression he had been stuck in for the past week. The two of them had nothing to do, so they decided to stay in that day. They played a few games with BMO, wasting away the hours.
The next morning, Cake found Fionna already awake and dressed. Her sword was laid across her lap, which she calmly put back into her pack.
“Come on, Cake. We’re going to go see Gumball.”
Sleepy eyes stared a bit blankly at her, then suddenly cleared. “I thought that you were over this.”
“And I am. I want to go back with a better apology. I also,” Fionna took a gulp of air, “want to wish them a happy life. I don’t ever want to go back.” Fionna’s face was grim, a sadness hidden behind a mask of cold determination.
“Okay. Just a few minutes.” Cake leaped down onto the floor, and padded out of the room. She wandered around the house, grabbing something to eat. This whole episode was just not good. The pair left the house, heading for the final time, they thought, to the Candy Kingdom. Walking down the streets, they passed by largely unnoticed. All of the citizens seemed odd, but neither Fionna or Cake could place why. Soon, the enormous doors stood before them. Cake grabbed the handle, and…
… Finn walked through. At the far end of the Hall, he saw Marceline, her back turned to him. He walked up behind her, not having even the vaguest idea of what to say.
“Hey, Marceline.” She didn’t turn around. Finn could see she had recently gotten her hair cut. It now hovered right above her shoulders in the back.
“Hey, I’m talking to you.” She did turn around then, and Finn stopped, frozen in shock.
“And just who are you?” Marshall Lee’s voice hissed, forked tongue darting out.
“Well I could ask the same.” Finn’s sword was in his hands, the unknown vampire floating about ten feet away. The two began to circle, an axe-bass like Marceline’s in the vampire’s hands. Before a blow could fall, someone’s voice rang clearly out from the stairwell.
“Stop!” Bubblegum appeared on the stairs, her long hair flowing unchecked. In her haste, she had quickly thrown on a pair of jeans with her t-shirt. The same t-shirt Gumball had. Fionna shook her head, confusion springing up like a geyser. “Stop in the name of the ruler of Ooo!” What was Ooo? Where was she?
“But this is Aaa!” Panic was in Fionna’s voice. Was she crazy, the prince’s denial a spark to the fuze of her sanity? She could clearly tell that the other women were confused too. Marceline spoke again, her eyes never leaving Fionna’s.
“You wouldn’t know anyone by the name of Finn, would you?”
“No, but my name is Fionna. It’s close, I guess.” Cake had stayed silent and relaxed the entire time, but now she gave her name. Both Bubblegum’s and Marceline’s eyes shifted to her, then back to Fionna. The room seemed filled with unanswered questions.
“I am Prince Gumball.” The man walked across the room to Finn, holding out his hand. Sheathing his sword, Finn shook it. The vampire was a bit less formal, looking down at his hand and mumbling his name. Gumball nudged him, and he spoke up a bit. A smirk quickly found his face, his eyes flashing if not mischief than a curiosity.
“You aren’t in Ooo anymore, wherever that is.” Jake and Finn looked at eachother. If not Ooo, then where? Finn voiced that concern.
“You are in Aaa.” Gumball stared for awhile at the two strangers before him. “But you do not belong here.”
“You mentioned a Fionna before. Does she wear the same clothes as I do?” A nodding consent. “I saw her at the Crossroads, then, a night ago.” The prince looked at him, a look Finn had seen many times on PB’s face when she was working out a problem.
“You two switched dimensions.” Finn looked a bit confused. “The Crossroads are most likely a gate between our worlds. Fionna is probably doing exactly what you are doing.” Gumball’s face looked excited. “Parallel dimensions!”
“But how do we get back?”
Part two soon!