Plane Shift! // Bubbline

You Again?

"So this is another universe" said the figure.

"We don't know that for sure," said Huntress Wizard. Marceline was not happy with the way this interrogation was going. "What the hell is wrong with you?! That thing tried to kill me! Why are you talking to it like it's friendly?"

Huntress remained impassive, not shifting her attention from the figure. Slowly, she lowered the bow, but her arrows floated in the air, aimed squarely at the figure, who did not move. Finally, Huntress spoke. "There's no sense in being rash. A cornered animal is the most dangerous".

Finn, who'd done little but nod agreeably to Huntress Wizard's words, finally spoke. "She's right. We have to be cautious here. Have you called Simon?"

Marceline began to speak, but Finn put a hand on her shoulder. She was shaking. She was furious. But beyond that she was scared. So deathly scared. They had fought so hard, for so long, to have each other again, and for what? For this? Was it all for nothing?

Finn was as comforting as he could be. "Call Simon, Marceline. He might know what to do. We'll handle her, for now".

Marceline wanted to protest, but couldn't get the words out. Eventually, she left without a word, walking into the kitchen

Even picking up the phone was hard, she found. Why had everything become so hard? Bonnie had made her feel again, and Glob did she feel now. She wanted to scream, to fight, to beg, but nothing would come but tears. She choked back a sob, and with much effort picked up the phone. Finn was right, in a way. She needed a rock. Something to anchor her to this world. She was scared of what she'd do if she wasn't.

Was she?

Scrolling through her contacts revealed more options. Simon was the person who knew more about the subject of interdimensional travel than Bonnie, except, of course, Hunson. She folded her arms, clutching tightly. Her other father was not someone from whom you sought help from lightly, but he was powerful, and knew more about the secrets of this world than any other. And he'd help her, if she asked. But she was scared of the price she'd have to pay. He always wanted something. It didn't matter that she was his daughter. It didn't matter who was asking.

A sharp pain shot through her arms, and she doubled over, dropping the phone. She'd been digging her nails into her arms and had broken the skin. A thick, black blood oozed from her wounds before the Moon's power patched them up. Bonnie had helped her regain that power, some years ago. Marceline choked out a laugh. How pathetic she'd become. She could hear the others in the room next to her, talking to that thing. It had looked at her with such hate. It was like the hate she'd seen in Bonnie, when they'd first broken up. But it was different. Stronger, and unmarred by the remnants of the love they had held for each other. As far as she could tell, anyway.

She picked up the phone again. It was heavy in her hands. She had to make a choice.

She started a call. Three seconds of silence, and then-

"Mar-Mar!" came Simon's warm voice, chopped up by the phone's mic. "Hey! Still on for lunch today, right? I'm heading over soon, just gotta-", he paused. Marceline was barely holding back her sobs. His voice came again. "Marcy? What's going on?"

"Simon, you need to get over here. Immediately. Something's wrong, Bonnie vanished and there's someone - some thing - in her place. Finn and HW are here, interrogating it, but I-", she broke down. "I don't know what to do, Simon. I'm scared".

"I'm on my way, Marceline. Give me fifteen minutes, and don't let that thing out of your sight". The phone line clicked, and the call ended.

Marceline's tears were falling freely. She hung up on her end. He was coming. Thank Glob.