2 The man who wears a dark suit and Tie

"Come on honey! Look, I know you are in shock from the end of the world and never seeing me, but Ik now just what to do that will fix that!" Hunson said as his neck turned around his body like an owl, staring at me directly in the eyes.

'Ugh, freaky!' I flinched back in mock concern as I watched his head turn to face me.

Glaring at him I chose to stand my ground. "No! You just trashed my shack, and I don't know who you are! Speaking of… Who even are you!" I shouted while acting as if I didn't know him.

Hunson Abadeer looked shocked for a moment before suddenly, his body flipped backward so he was now correctly facing me. Hunson quickly walked forward towards me with what seemed to be concern on his face.

"Wait, did your mother never tell you about me? Speaking of where is she right now?" Hunson voiced quietly as he walked in a circle around me, crushing the wood planks that he knocked down earlier into splinters.

My anger vanished at his words and I looked the the ground remembering my mom. I used to be mad at her as I thought she left me to be alone, by myself, but I was wrong. With my new memories, I knew what happened to her, and it only made me feel guilty for how angry I was at her.

"She's dead… and no. She never told me about you." I mumbled as I felt my eyes get a little bit wet. 

The crunching of wood coming from Hunson circling me suddenly came to a halt. Blinking my eyes I saw him staring at the ground while gritting his teeth. 

"So that's why you are by yourself…" He muttered before any semblance of anger left his face, and a large grin took over. "Well that's awful, hmmm well I guess I have to introduce myself!" Hunson walked in front of me before placing his hands on his waist.

"Well Marcy, I am your father! I am also what humans would call the devil! So congrats kid you got a father in high places!" Hunson shouted at me while completely ignoring my emotional state.

My thoughts were a mess, as everything drifted back to the things that I lost. I was furious, I was upset, and I was now being pestered by the literal devil. Looking at his crooked grin as he stood in front of me just broke the dam that was trying its best to hold my emotions in check.

Running up to Hunson I quickly punched him in the gut, causing him to crouch down in pain. "Then where were you!? You say you my dad, then where have you been as I have been suffering! You blow!" I yelled at him as tears streamed down my face.

"Where? Where were you when I needed you…" I muttered as I began to cry more and more, falling to the floor and scuffing up my knees in the process.

Hunson was crouched on the floor, completely silent until he slowly began to rise back up to his full height. He absent-mindedly brushed the dirt off his coat from where I punched him to only look down at me with a blank face.

'Ugh! Why come now!? Why not come when I needed your help with mom? Or with Simon!' I thought as I cried silently on the floor. 

Hunson hummed as he looked at me. "Hmmmm, well I can say you pack a mean punch!"

Slowly Hunson grabbed me under my armpits and lifted me. "Well kido, I was busy doing adult work! It's not easy running the Nightosphere at the end of the world, but that's beside the point."

I listened to him carefully as I reigned in my tears. It slightly surprised me how easily he picked me up, and his calm voice was nothing like he had earlier.

'What is he up to? Maybe he isn't that bad?' My voice weakly sounded in the recesses of my mind as I waited for his next move.

"The point is kid, is that…" Hunson had a slow grin grow on his face before he walked over to the axe on the floor. "Is that I came to give you the family axe! It's finally time for you to take up your role as the next heir to my throne! So quit the sad junk, it's making me feel weird." Hunson cheerfully said as he picked up the axe and tossed it into a rock outside.

'Really?! He really is that bad! I thought he was going to give me a good emotional speech for not being there but this is it? He wants me to train to be his heir?' I was, to lightly put it, furious.

"Ugh! Let me down! You suck and smell like rotten bananas! I thought you were going to say something about not being there for me, but you are just a big fart!" I screamed as I began to kick his chest, trying to get him to drop me. 

"Now now Marceline! That's no way to talk to your old man! But I'm happy to see you are that excited to get started on your training to be my heir." Hunson laughed happily as he twirled me around him, ignoring my screaming and protests for him to let me go. 

Hunson laughed happily as he walked outside my now-destroyed shack while holding me. "Let! Me! Go you donk!" I shouted in protest as he walked towards the destroyed boulder with an axe buried in it.

"Huh? Alright?" Hunson looked down at me before dropping me in a pile of snow on the ground. "Alrighty Marceline, I know you are excited to get started, but I must explain a few things to you first." Hunson said as he picked up the axe, twirling it as if it were a toy and not a deadly weapon.

"No! I am not excited you nut case!" I shouted as I nursed my hurting knee. "You are insane, you come now when I have everything figured out and say you want me to be your heir? Really?" 

Hunson stopped twirling his axe before tilting his head. "Yesssss? Huh, I guess you aren't as excited as I thought. Oh well, that will change in time." He cackled as he grabbed my hand and lifted me to my feet.

'Oh my god, this guy is actually that evil…' I thought in dread as I watched him happily laugh about my unwillingness to become his heir.

"Now then! First things first! I am going to train you up so you can beat any gonk that tries to mess with you. Second, I am going to show you how us real demons go and gain power! Lastly, I am going to show you how the family business is run, so get ready Marcy you have a long day ahead of you!" Hunson cheerfully shouted as he kicked the split boulder away from us.

"Wha?" I carefully asked as I tried to take in all of the info he just spat at me. Something about training, gaining power, and running the family business? 

"Oh yeah, grab whatever junk you've got in that thing over there! We start in five!" One of his eyes looked in the direction of my broken-down shack before he fully focussed on the rising sun.

Looking over at him I saw him pull out a watch and set a timer before he just casually stopped moving, only to follow me with his eyes. 

Grumbling under my breath about my circumstances I contemplated what actions I could take. 'Run off and try to escape, or follow him?' I thought before running into my shack and grabbing all of my items and drawings of Simon.

"Yup, run… This dude is crazy, and I know he's my dad but he sucks worse than a fart." I muttered as I began stuffing all of my items into my suitcase. 

Looking at a picture of Simon on the wall I wondered about where he went to. If I run hard enough I am sure I could make it to the area he will settle down in, and I might even be able to jank his crown before he goes bonkers.

'Yup, new plan! Find Simon, save Simon, and run! Alright… is that wacko still watching me?' I took a glance at him, and seeing him busy spinning the axe in his hand I decided to take a chance.

Grabbing my suitcase I did a quick once over of my shack before jumping out of the hole he made earlier. "Come on Hambo lets bail!" I shouted and grabbed Hambo before I began sprinting towards the run-down city only to feel pressure on my neck.

"Don't worry Simon, I'll find you, wait why am I not moving forward?" I asked myself as I noticed I was running but that I wasn't touching the ground. "Huh?" I questioned how I was floating before I felt myself being shaken by something.

"Ah, Marcy! You were running the wrong way baby girl! Ah, it makes me so happy to see that you got out of your jazz of being upset, come on let's go suck some souls!" Hunson Abadeer was standing behind me with a hand grasped onto my shirt collar holding me above the ground. His large figure somehow was painting a large shadow that seemed to stretch endlessly into the distance.

"WAIT NO! I WAS TRYING TO RUN! UGH SIMON, AHHH!! YOU FART LET ME DOWN!" I screamed as Hunson Abadeer, the literal devil, began to merrily skip with me in his hand off into the distance.

"Don't worry honey! Just think of this as some father-daughter bonding time! Hahahaha!" Hunson declared loudly as he jostled me with every step that he took.

'NOO! This sucks! I don't want to be anywhere near this psycho!' I stared at the distance from my shack getting longer and longer with the only thing to accompany my thoughts was the humming from my dad.

Weakly glaring at the ground I chose to accept my fate. 'This is going to blow… isn't it?' I introspected as I remembered how evil and crazy Hunson was from the series.

'Yup.. this is really, really going to suck.'

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A/N: Heyo my beautiful readers. Hope you are enjoying how I am portraying Hunson so far. I plan for this story to have a lot of time skips, as Marcelines past was never really gone into in depth.

Besides that I do plan on really flushing out her past with interactions that would fit in Adventure Time. 

Rn thought its just Marceline being trained up by her good old pops. I eventually plan on having her memories as an otherworlder pop up in some fashion, and I also plan to include some of the characters from Fionna and Cake eventually. 

My main plans with this story is to have Marceline act a whole lot like she did in the Original Adventure Time, but I really want to include some sick interactions between her and the higher ups, so to say in the Adventure Time Multiverse.

Anyways have a good day!