Smoke (Endings, Page 10)Smoke (Endings, Page 10) by digitalbird06
"Flame Princess!" Finn yelled, sweat pouring from his body. The closer he got to her, the more intense the heat was. It was becoming hard to hold onto his sword, his hands were too slippery. "Princess stop!" He tried again. He had a feeling that if she attacked her father, the whole place would explode with fire. The Princess didn't response, her rage had consumed her. Her father looked at her in terror as she threw the fire ball at his face.
"Finn, look out!" In a split second Marshall rushed over and wrapped Finn in his arms. The fire ball exploded a second later. He raced away but the flame was too fast for him, it engulfed them both. Luckily Fionna had been far enough away to have time to move herself and Marceline. She quickly dragged her behind the Fire's Wolf's body. She clutched Marceline in her arms as the fire shot above her head and crashed into the wall behind her; the sound was deafening. As soon as the smoke cleared she jumped to her feet and looked around. The Prin
Shock (Endings, Page 9)The next thing the boys heard was the terrible thud as Fire Wolf was it was knocked on it's side. Marshall reacted quickly, flying Fionna over to safety but Finn was not so lucky. Both he and Marceline were trapped beneath the weight of the dog. Finn was fortunate in that his backpack created just enough space for him to breathe. Marshall set Fionna on the ground and came to his aid. "Hold on Finn!" he started to pull him out.Shock (Endings, Page 9) by digitalbird06
"NO" Finn gasped and looked over to Marceline "Get her out first!"
"But Finn..." he wasn't sure how much longer Finn could hold on
"DO IT!" Marshall nodded and turned to his sister, grabbing a hold of her arms. He pulled with all his might, but she wouldn't budge. Then he noticed that her fangs were stuck in the wolf's body. He realized that he couldn't get her out without help.
"Come on, Finn!" he begged holding out his hand.
"No..." he protested weakly.
"Please Finn, I can't save Marcie without your help!" Fi
SometimesIt wasn't supposed to be like this.Sometimes by IIPermafrostII
It was never like this.
This simply wasn't the way of things.
The pink haired man stood in front of the dark stained wooden door, hand hovering over the burnished bronze handle. Absently, his other hand tapped at his thigh, fingers picking at the fabric of his pants nervously. He stood on the rough, almost spongy feeling welcome mat laying on the cream coloured porch in front of the door, looking everywhere but through one of the three small, rectangle windows in front of him.
“I'm being silly! It's my own house!” The man scolded himself, scowling furiously and yet, his hand still hovered over the door handle, keys still clutched firmly and no closer to the lock than they had been before he'd spoken.
Somewhere behind him, a bird chirped, a kid rang their bike bell and someone shut their car door with a dull thunk. Still, Bubba Gumball stood before his own front door, seemingly unable to go in, a nervous frown fixed on his face.
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