Plane Shift! // Bubbline

Told from multiple perspectives. First Marceline, then Huntress Wizard, then Marceline again, then Other Bonnibel

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The figure that was chained to the wall was not her Bonnie. Marceline knew that for certain.

Finn paced around the room. His timely intervention, by way of hitting her assailant on the head, had likely saved her life. The boy - for he was still a boy, in her eyes - scratched his chin, his hair falling out of his hat. To his right, lounging on her couch, sat Huntress Wizard, who watched the Other Bonnibel with keen eyes. Finn looked back at Marceline.

"Explain it to me again", he said.

Marceline sighed. "Fine. I woke up, and Bonnie had left for her morning run. I came down, and I started preparing the batter for the fish for our lunch. I spilled some of the flour, and I swept it up. Then, she appears, and..." she trailed off, gesturing to the room. Finn poked his head through the hole in the wall. "One time someone benefits from my chronic earliness, I guess".

Marceline's head fell into her palms, and she groaned. "What is happening, dude? Who is this?"

Finn didn't answer, at first. The arm Bonnie - her Bonnie - had made him whirred and clicked as a long needle slid out from its palm. "This might help us figure it out," he said, "Bonnie put all sorts of gadgets into this thing. If it's a ghost, or some shapeshifting demon, we'll find out".

He approached the figure, and prepared to stick the needle into her arm, when it rushed forward. Her head smashed upwards into Finn's jaw, sending him flying backwards. "You put that thing anywhere near my body, and I'll impale you with it" the Other Bonnie spat. From the couch, Huntress Wizard sprang up, nocking an arrow to her bow and aiming it straight at it's head. "Not an inch, Bubblegum" she muttered. The chained figure straightened, and Marceline got a proper look at her face.

The figure's face was hard, weathered by years of combat. Her body was scarred, and her hair was cropped and thin. Even with all of these details, she would've been easily mistaken for Bonnie, if not for the eye. Bonnie's eyes were warm and full of light. This.... thing's, were cold, like quenched steel.

It spoke.

"Am I to take it that you are holding me prisoner because you want something from me? Or are you just unable to figure out a way to kill me?". When none responded, it scanned the room. "So, to accompany the hellspawn, we have a grass demon version of my comrade, and what appears to be a younger form of Martin dressed as a child? Whatever trick this is, Star, it's a little too abstract to have any effect on me".

"Who are you?" said Finn, who'd recovered and drawn his sword.

"Ask the Star" it muttered.

Finn looked confused, until Marceline spoke. "She means me. And I don't know who you are, or what you are".

"Don't play games, Star. This little disguise might help you convince yourself that your frankly pathetic attempt at combat was intentional, but it won't convince me".

Huntress Wizard spoke. "What is your purpose here?"

"My purpose? To kill her, of course," said the Other Bonnibel, flicking her head towards Marceline. "But you already knew that, didn't you?"

Finn rushed at her, his sword drawn, but a quiet command from Huntress Wizard stopped him from slicing her throat open. "Wait, Finn. If she's really Bonnibel-"

"She is not" mumbled Marceline.

"Fine. A Bonnibel, then what if killing her has some very adverse affect on this world? Or hers?"