Adventure Time with Finn, Marcy and Jake: Return of the Undead Jerkwad Chapter 7: The Adventure Begins Part 2, an adventure time with finn and jake fanfic

Originally planned to be only one chapter, the parts with Finn and Jake proved way too long to add Marcy into the mix, so I decided to make this a two-parter. So, with that out of the way, let's begin, peeps! :D

The Adventure Begins Part 2

(2 hours later, at the Ice Kingdom, where Marcy, Ice King, and Gunter play music)

For the better part of two hours (or rather or 30 minutes if you don't count the torturous amounts of fanfic reading), the band members of Feels of Steel practiced their songs, with Marcy on bass, Ice King on the drums and Gunter on keyboard. Of course, Ice King was the first to sing his song, and it sounded about as awesome as one might expect (That is to say, it wasn't):

I'm very sad

I wish I was glad

But everyone treats me bad

But if it the princesses thought I was rad,

Then maybe I could be their…babies' daaaaaaad!

(Dramatic pause)

I'm VERY SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD!

Marcy and Gunter just stared at him. "Well, whaddya think?" Ice King said, proudly. "It took me 10 years and at least 30 heartbreaks to think it up. Admit it; you're totally speechless in the wake of utter genius!"

After a long pause trying to come up with a response, Marcy finally said, "Y-yeah, man," she forced a smile. "That…that was…Cough…that was really something!"

"Wenk," Gunter replied, with no apparent emotion.

"Really?" Ice King said all teary-eyed. "You…you guys think it was good?"

"Yeah, dude!" Marcy shouted to further mask her obvious disapproval. "Definitely the best song you've sung, thus far!"

"Wenk, Wenk" Gunter honked again, still emotionless.

As his face flooded with tears (as well as sweaty, old man juices that probably smelled like leaky, ground beef grease in the back of your fridge), Ice King embraced the two in a big ol' hug. "Oh, you guys are the best! I love you guys so much!"

"Wenk," Gunter affectionately chirped, hugging him with her flippers.

Marcy herself was becoming teary-eyed by Ice King's hug, remembering the warm (well, I guess cold, now), nostalgic embrace of her father figure, centuries ago. "I love you too…Simon," she said, sincerely, returning the hug in kind.

"Ugh. How many times do I have to tell you, Marceline," Ice King said, irritably shaking from the willies. "Don't call me 'Simon.' It makes me feel old. And not in the good, experienced lover kinda way, either."

"Oh, right," Marcy said, disappointedly, turning her head down in a bit of embarrassment. "Sorry, dude. Just a…just a force of habit, ya know?"

Ice King gave a sympathetic sigh. "Yeah, I know. You really miss that guy from your past, don't ya?"

"Yeah," Marcy said, sighing back. "A lot." Her browed furrowed. Among several others guys.

"Wenk," Gunter cleared her throat, deliberately, trying to break up the tension. "Wenk wenk! Wenk wenk!" Gunter honked, excitedly.

"Alright, alright, Gunter!" Ice King said. "Sheesh! We'll do your song, next, ya little diva!"

Gunter cleared her throat and readied her flippers for the piano playing:

Wenk, wenk, wenk, wenk!

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENK!

Gunter finished the piece with a hardy slam on the keyboard, hanging her head low.

After a brief pause, Marcy answered with, "Uh…Yeah! Nice one, Gunter!"

"Wenk." she cawed, simply.

However, Ice King found himself bawling like a baby. "Oh Gunter!" He went in for another hug. "Daddy's so proud of you! You're so deep and complicated!"

"Weeeheenk!" Gunter cried with tears of joy. "Weeheenk!"

"Oh, but we're just getting started, Gunter," Ice King said excitedly. "Because Marceline is going to play us a song, now. And you know she's the second best of the three of us."

"Wenk," nodded in agreement.

"Well," Marcy said, hesitantly. "I dunno guys, this one is bit 'heavy,' and I don't know if I want to sing it, right now." She paused, blushing. "P-p-plus, I just came up with it, last night."

"Wenk," Gunter sternly honked, pointing a flipper at her. "Wenk, wenk, wenk, wenk!"

"Gunter's right, Marceline," Ice King said. "Best way to confront your feelings is just to sing them out loud," He hung his head. "At least, that's what I do, in my spare time."

"Wenk, wenk, wenk!" Gunter cheered Marcy on. Wenk, wenk, wenk!

"Yeah, Marceline!" Ice King agreed. "Sing, sing, sing! Sing, sing, sing!"

Marcy sighed, then smiled. "Alright, alright. But don't you start laughing if it starts sucking like a nightmare, monster leech, ok?"

Gunter and Ice King put their hand/flipper to their chest. "Cross our hearts and hope Gunter dies."

"Wenk!" Gunter protested.

"Alright, alright," Ice King answered. "Cross our hearts and hope that Gunter's second cousin dies. Geez, that guy's a real party pooper,"

"Wenk," Gunter responded with a shrug.

Marcy chuckled. "Ok, then. Let's begin," After strumming some notes and clearing her throat, she began to sing:

All of my life, I've tried to find the perfect guy

But all of the time, it seems to go a rye

You're either too mean, or your way too nice

You're way too shy, or as cold as ice

How can I hope to make you see?

When you won't even come and look at me

I just want to know what you really feel

'Cuz…I'm too scared to let this dead heart heal

As Marceline began to cry, Ice King and Gunter joined on the water works and embraced her.

"Oh, Marceline!" Ice King answered, wiping a tear from his eye. "You never fail to disappoint! You're songs are so good, and you deserve the perfect man! I mean, I'm not available for you, cuz', ya know, you're not really my type, but someday I bet you'll find the second best guy out there, for you!"

"We-he-he-heeeeenk!" Gunter cried in agreement.

Marcy chuckled, brushing away her tears. "Thanks, guys, I…I really needed that." After an awkward moment of silence, Marceline coughed to soften the mood "Well, that was…a good session, guys. I can't wait to build on it, next week."

"Yeah! Me neither!" Ice King said, excitedly. This album is gonna be the best album since Maz Dizasta's "Ring Around the Roadkill Blues!"

"Wenk!" Gunter agreed.

Marcy chuckled. "Definitely." She put a finger to her chin. "So, how about, instead of the usual time, we try for Wednesday, next week?"

"Hmm," Ice King answered, uncertainly. "Not sure about that. Gunter and I always celebrate on Wednesday with Pizza night. Why not stick to Tuesday, like the usual?"

"Sorry, man," Marcy said. "I'm hanging out with Finn, that day."

"Oh, right!" Ice King said, agitatedly. "The guy who you said definitely wasn't your boyfriend and who you didn't have a crush on, way back when? The one who still owes me thousands of gold coins worth of repair bills for helping to wreck my home, all those years ago?"

Marcy cringed at Ice King's teasing of her feelings for Finn, but she quickly she held off the sensation with a smile and shrugged. "Yep. One and the same."

Ice King rolled his eyes. "Man, if you're so starved for a boyfriend, why not just ask him out? He's like the only other dude you hang out with."

Marcy quickly gathered up her stuff and chuckled, dismissively. "Yeah, right. Finn? My boyfriend? I'd sooner ask out a raccoon with rabies. I mean, Finn's a great guy and all, but he's nowhere near my league."

Ice King gave a dismissive hand wave. "Ah, whatever. I'm just giving ya some friendly advice. I just get the feeling that you're walking out on a semi-decent deal, ya know? I mean, he's a wild, crazy kid, you're a wild crazy, kid? He likes adventuring, you like adventuring. He likes breaking stuff that doesn't belong to him, you like breaking stuff that doesn't to belong you." Ice King became madder at that fact. "Man, I still can't believe he didn't help pay for repairs!" He shook his head. "Anyway, y-ya see where I'm going with this, right? Because it's not like I'm being subtle about it, ya know?

Marceline sighed, agitatedly, wanting to drop the subject about Finn, as soon as possible. "Whatever, dude," She held out her fist to bump it with Ice King's. "So I'll see ya on Wednesday, then?"

Ice King sighed, returning the knuck. "Fine, we'll do Wednesday. I guess we'll just have to share our pizza with you, that day, won't we?"

"Alright," Marcy said with a smile. "See ya, then."

"Wenk." Gunter honked while reaching out her flipper.

Marcy chuckled, giving Gunter the fist bump. "Yeah. You too, Gunter."

"Wenk."

"Yeah, I promise to bring the mustard, next time."

"Wen.," she answered, happily.

As Marcy left the cave, Ice King turned to whisper in Gunter's ear. "You think she's gonna go for it?"

"Wenk," Gunter nodded.

"Yeah, so do I," Ice King answered. "But, I give it solid a week, for sure,"

"Wenk" Gunter honked, smugly.

"You're on! Winner pays for pizza!"

"Wenk," she nodded, and the two shook each other's species-specific appendages. (Teehee. I'm not gonna say anything, because everyone is saying it, already)

As Marceline floated home, she did her best to push everything Ice King said out of her mind "Pfft. Simon. What does he know? He can't hold onto a girl for more than couple of hours, much less know anything about dating one. I don't need him to tell me what to do." She hummed to herself, quietly, during most of the trip home, doing her best to block out the noises of her past. However, as was typical of her, such emotions would only keep pouring the salt on the wound, and with much greater intensity. Within a short amount of time, several nagging voices, both old and new, kept barraging her mind with thoughts of self-hatred and doubt.

You know, though, you might live forever, but Finn won't, Death's Voice echoed.

"No," Marcy shook her head. "I'm not going through this, again."

You're wasting your time. Tell him. Or it will be too late. And then you'll be sorry.

She grumbled. "I said I was done with Finn, ok? So can it!"

You're a traitor to your race! You're a traitor to my love! Gunmor's voice interjected.
I should let you die out in that wasteland! I should've killed you while were still small and weak!

Marceline cried. "You betrayed ME, you butt! "You betrayed MY trust! I'm glad I killed you!"

Marceline, A suave, British-sounding voice interrupted. You are the apple to my eye, the straw to my berry, the minnow to my puddle. The sheep to my...um...sheepologist. I will always love you, both in this life, and the next…

"Lier!" Marcy balled her eyes out. "Liar! You're even worse than he was! At least he wore his true colors on his sleeves! You…you killed them all!"

Hahahahahaha! Oh, just face the music, girl! The Death voice interjected, laughing with maniacal glee. You're just so amazing at letting all your peeps down. All of them. Especially Bonnibel! Great job with that one, BTDubs!"

Marcy gasped. "Bonnie."

Marcy remembered her and Bubblegum's argument, two years ago, after the former saved the latter from the Sky Witch's wrath and returning Bonnie's shirt. The argument had not only resulted in Marceline ripping the shirt in half out of spite of Bubblegum's arrogance, but also resulted in the two not talking to each other, in quite some time.

"Whatever," Marcy said, dismissively. "It's her fault. Not mine. She had to be the one to go and give up the one thing that made our love special." But a twinge of guilt came over Marcy's conscious. "But, then again, she did get Hambo back for me, so…" After a moment of silent contemplation, she gave a sigh and a groan. "Ugh! Fine! Guess it couldn't hurt to give her a call."Marceline dialed Bubblegum's number and waited for a call.

"Hello," Bubblegum's voice mail said. "This is Princess Bubblegum of the Candy Kingdom. I can't come to the phone right, now. I'm way too busy. I'll get back to you when I can. Please leave a message after the tone."

Marcy scoffed, shoving the phone back into her pocket. "Figures. Too good to answer a call. Nuts to her, then."

As Marcy finally entered her house, a sleeping Schwabl perked his ear up at the sound of his master opening the door, and immediately ran to greet her, wagging his tail and panting, madly. She hung her hat and gloves on the coat rack and soon a very happy Schwabl clawed at her knees to get her attention. She finally noticed him and gave him a very loving, but tired smile. "Hey there, shrink-wrap. Miss me?" She picked him up and patted his fluffy head, and he return the affection in kind by licking her face. She chuckled, weakly. "Glob, you stink. But, ya know, you're the best thing I've seen in the past hour, so why don't you sleep with me on the bed, tonight, huh? I'll even skip the shower tonight so we can both be stinky. Sound good?" Schwabl answered with a heartier lick. Marcy chuckled with more vigor. "Alright! Alright! I guess that's a 'yes.'"

Marcy carried her canine companion on the bed, collapsing on the bed with a surprisingly loud thud, sighing tiredly, with Schwabl walking off her chest to sleep between her legs, warming up the otherwise cold flesh of the Vampire, and for a moment, Marcy felt a piece from the dredge that was her immortal life. Even the voices inside her mind were too tired to have a back-and-forth with her, right now.

However, after a brief moment of quietness, a thought had occurred to her, and her eyes quickly opened. "Oh shoot! I guess better call Finn to see if he's still good for next Tuesday." Marcy gave a very loud yawn and took the phone out her pocket, dialing Finn's number and waiting for an answer, surprisingly tense from the anticipation.

"Hi!" Finn said.

"H-Hey, Finn," Marcy answered, sheepishly. "I was…I was wondering if we're still on for…

"Hi!" Jake said,

"Huh? Jake?" Marcy questioned. "What the heck is...?"

"This is Finn and Jake," Finn said.

"We can't come to the phone, right now," Jake said.

She sighed. "Of freaking course. "Yet another person too busy to pick up their freaking phone."

"Cuz we're both on an adventure to save Princess Bubblegum and the Candy Peeps from a place called Bull-Jeeria!" They both said, jovially. "Be back, ASAP! Byezees!"

Marcy's eyes widened with surprise and shock as she rose up. "What? Bulgeria? And Bonnie's there! What the heck is going on? She jumped out of her bed, knocking Scwhabl off in the process, who simply cocked his head in confusion at his master's sudden energy. Marcy immediately started packing for the journey ahead, taking anything and everything from her bedroom, before going down into the living room and kitchen, with Schwabl following suit. "I don't what's happening," Marcy said as she shoveled several apples and strawberries into her backpack. "But, I gotta get down there and see what's up." She hastily put on her gloves and hat. "I'll be back, as soon as I can, ok, Schwabl? Don't go eating out of the trash, ok? Bye!" And with that, she flew right out and slammed the door.

Schwabl just cocked his head at the door, not sure of what to make of all this. However, he did remember his master saying something about "trash," and soon turned his head to look at the trashcan. He then looked back at the door, then back at the trash, then back at the door, then back at the trash, before finally deciding to knock it over, and feed on its contents.

And here we are, folks! The start of the adventure! Like I said, though, don't expect an update on when chapters will be posted, because I'm really bad at keeping my word about due dates. I'll post when I can, and that's that. Good luck and have fun for the upcoming year, guys! Thanks for all the love and support, and have a good night! :D