not worth it - an adventure time one-shotA tumult of colour and noises and feelings engulfed him, anarchy sweeping through his brain, conflicting thoughts bubbling to a head in an instant and being buried again just as fast. A voice (his own, perhaps?) cried out, a scream echoing through the room. A warm, tingling itch spread through his body, pleasant at first, only to flare up into pain, the most unimaginable pain, as if a thousand billion tiny needles were all stabbing him at once. A single instant seemed to stretch for eternity, confusion and agony and terror filling his world. And then, suddenly, it stopped.not worth it - an adventure time one-shot by martythemartini
That was what Simon Petrikov woke up to.
A deep, shuddering gasp shook his body as he pulled himself up from the hard, icy floor. Disbelieving eyes stared down at his hands, which were not blue and wrinkled, but normal, tan and baby soft. Just like they used to be. He glanced around the cavernous room, trying to see if there was a mirror, but he was too short-sighted to tell. Shakily, he felt his face, expecting ther
Adventure Time: Finn the Human Girl 2To everything, turn turn turn…Adventure Time: Finn the Human Girl 2 by jim-ruggeri
There is a season, turn turn turn…
And a time to every purpose, under heaven…
Finn blinked, it was like he’d seen a ghost. In all of his years, he’d never been surprised, truly surprised. Being raised by a family of talking dogs could do that to a person. In that crystal clear second as the emotional tableau came into focus, he truly knew what it felt to forget, to forget what to do, to forget to breathe, or think, or know how to continue. Wind blew, branches rustled, a light blinked on the steel tower, red, white, red, white, and the person in the doorway stood still, watching. The two of them had been standing there for quite some time, with no movement being made by either party.
Then a step, and another, and another, as Finn walked from his vantage point into the clearing, over to the open portal where the figure stood. Slightly taller than him, with a long, flowing scarf over a plaid shirt, with tigh