notanatfangirl

   “Can I help you, bunny?” He sneered, and plucked at his guitar-axe.     “Can I help you, guy?” How rude do you have to be? “You’re the one sitting on my roof.”     “Actually, this was my house at one point,” He pointed to a carved ‘M’ in the roof. “ ‘M’, for Marshall Lee. But I don’t need this dorky treehouse anymore.” He chuckled to himself. I drew an ‘F‘ on the roof next to his ‘M‘.     “ There. Now its ‘F’ for Fionna. And my treehouse is not dorky. If you’re gonna be a jerk than get off my ro

    "Ugh. No more boxes!" I groaned to no one in particular as I glared at our packed belongings. I flopped onto my couch with another groan.    "Come on, baby, just a few more. Then we can go adventuring tomorrow!" Cake jumped up and down excitedly, getting me pumped up.    "Yes yes yes!" I hurried off the couch over to the boxes, picking up two in both arms and struggled to carry them up the stairs.    Why did we have so much stuff anyway? Most of my boxes were just clothes. We had to leave our old home so quickly, I'm surprised we even had time to pack.    I thought of our old home as I placed the boxes marked 'Fionna's Junk' in my

This is it. They pounded at the door, turning the locked knob every which way.  They would stop at nothing to enter my treehouse-my home- in desperate search for us. We hid under the floorboards, laying pressed against each other. I lay my head against his chest that had no rhythm. I tried to slow my breathing to a bare minimum, Marshall covered my mouth and nose. "Fionna," I looked him in the eye to show I was listening. He was quiet for a moment, searching for the words he wasn't prepared to tell me. Which meant I wasn't ready to hear them. "Fionna I... I'm not gonna make it out of here," I shook my head frantically, tears welling in my ey