Lost In Ice (Various x Fem. Reader)

The Witch's Garden

"The only way I'll give back your powers is if you admit your error and say you're sorry and mean it! ...'Cause I can tell the difference," she added to the end quickly.

Jake only glared at the woman. "Well, you can forget it because you're the one who's wrong!" he grew silent before turning to Finn "Right?" he questioned.

Finn only held a thumbs up. "Total support, dude."

Y/n's eyebrow was slightly raised while her arms were crossed. "I'm not on anyone's side until I got everything together juuuusstt right," she said while slightly nodding her head. The witch just grew in more rage as her pale face started to turn a shade of red.

"RRRRAAAARRGH!!" she yelled. Her arm raised and waved the cane around the three. "Go-backicus-from-whence-you-came-icus!" she chanted out.

"Aw, now you're just makin' these up!" Finn accused her. His sentence was cut off when they disappeared in a puff of grey smoke.

Finally, with some time alone, the witch let out a sigh of relief. "You alright, my... my donut pretties? Heh heh..." she was stroking the 'donut'. It took her a quick second before she realized that it was a bagel instead. "Wait a second. YOU'RE A BAGEL! LIARS! LIARS EVERYWHERE!" she freaked out while backing away from the bagel. She pointed her cane at it making it stripped.

Back in the treehouse, the three were in the living room. Jake was standing while poking around his body. Finn was pacing around him, trying to come up with possible solutions.

"There's gotta be a way to get your powers back! Where'd they come from, anyway? Were you born with them? Or... did you have a freak industrial accident?!" Finn came up with different options that made Jake chuckle.

"Ha. That takes me back. Let me just..." Jake paused while switching his voice. "Remember."

Y/n's interest was quickly taken. "Oooh! Jake's being serious, this is worth something," she mumbled with excitement. She leaned across the table to get a better listen to his supposed past.

Jake's eyes were closed while his thoughts were coming to him. "I see a memory. When I was just a pupster... I'm rollin' around in a mud puddle, and I'm just... lovin's it. Oh, no!" Jake's face was covered in sweat when he finally stopped talking, almost like he ran a marathon without a water break. "Whoo..." he wheezed out. "Remembering is hard work." he brought his hand up to wipe the sweat away.

Finn was intrigued by the mud puddle. "What happened next?!" he quickly asked.

"Oh. Um..." Jake paused while bringing a hand up to his chin. "I went into the mud, and... I guess I became a magic dog?" he questioned. Y/n leaned back into the bench, displeased with the 'story'.

"That was anticlimactic..." she mumbled out. Finn put a hand up to try and shut her up.

"Okay! Then our course is clear! We'll roll you in every mud puddle in Ooo until we find the one that'll restore your powers." Jake started to slowly sink to the ground, clearly bored by the idea.

"That's nuts, man. You got any idea of how many mud puddles are in the land of Ooo? Four? Maybe even five?" he tried to count the number of possible puddles. Y/n glanced out the window to see a mud puddle just around the forest entrance. They were everywhere.