4 Time Ticks
(Time Skip Another 4 Years, Age 15)
"Alright, Dad, whatever you say… I will make sure you're dumb demon lords don't act up when you are out…" I twiddled a phone cord while looking at the floor.
Currently, I was on a classic red turn dial phone with Hunson Abadeer, aka my Dad, being told about the "house" duties that I need to complete when he's gone.
It's been another 4 years since I got mobbed by those dumb bird-dog things. I still don't know what they are, but they're like a moth going to a lamp with me. I could be practicing outside, and boom I get swarmed by those ugglies.
"Alright Marceline, listen. I have been raising you for this, alright? Just know if anything gets messed up I am throwing you in a pit of those dog-bird creatures that you love." Hunson threatened me on the other side of the phone before suddenly hanging up.
"Ughhhh." I groaned before slamming the red phone down onto its holder. I was currently sitting in Hunson's office, and for the rest of the day, he had me keeping an eye on everything.
According to him, he had to do important business as some big baddies were popping up on the surface world, so when some donk brain summoned him he took the chance to check what was going on, leaving me in charge.
'This sucks.' I thought as I glared at the wall with a large painted portrait of me wearing the same outfit that Hunson normally does while standing next to him.
"Hmmmm…" I hummed out while looking at the portrait. 'A whole lot has changed within 4 years.' I thought to myself.
Besides getting stronger and training to use my inherent powers like soul-sucking, which is Hella! And I mean Hella messed up.
I have also learned how to better use my anatomy as a demon. I have been training with Hunson to transform, configure, and do other junk with my body which I couldn't do before, like turning my head around 360 degrees or sensing evil.
He has also been teaching me some basic Black Magic, but I have quickly learned that I am not a natural at magic, and even according to Hunson, I have so little aptitude for it I will never be able to do anything more than parlor tricks.
The main reason for this I have speculated is because of having two souls, one not from this Multiverse, and it might be interfering with my magic aptitude. That or I just suck at magic…
I will never be as strong as he is even when he doesn't wear the Nightosphere Amulet, I know that much. The most I could do is just use some of the abilities that he has like having dark tentacles sprout out from my back and soul-sucking. The main reason for this is because I am only a half-demon.
According to him, it doesn't matter much as he plans for me to wear the Nightosphere Amulet eventually.
This amulet is the true family heirloom of the Abadeers, and whoever wears it will pretty much gain rulership of the Nightosphere, and gain all the abilities that Hunson has while wearing it.
The joke is that this amulet is like the Ice King's Crown, as in it changes a person's mind to embody what the Nightosphere represents, or in other words, it turns people into an evil demon overlord.
'Heh, jokes on you Dad, I never plan on wearing that bizz… Well, not unless I can mitigate the bad jazz that comes with it.' I sigh out before standing from Hunson's desk.
Hunsons demon office is in all honesty what I would call a mafia boss's office. He has a large dark leather office chair, a massive wooden desk, moody lighting, and other evil bits and bobbles placed around the room. Any first impression that people would have of the room is that it's the Devil's office.
Taking a once over of the room I chose to play some guitar. Yes, during my 4 years, I have learned the guitar and I have changed my axe into a sweet guitar axe that I named Rose.
I have learned over these 4 years to combine more of my other life memories with my Marcy memories, and while doing this I thought I would lose future ability to play music, but I was wrong.
Incorporating more of my other life's memories has slowly but surely made me just the slightest bit more mature, with the unintended consequence of seeing everything with childish excitement.
I believe it's mostly because both of my memories are completely different, as in one is practically a fantasy while the other is just straight boring.
My memories have also allowed me to see Hunson in a new light. He still sucks, like tremendously. He still torments me and tortures me to the point of making me want to cry. But I no longer hate him for it, I have just learned that's how he is.
"I guess that's why I am more reciprocating to learning stuff from him." I hummed lightly before walking towards my room.
My room hasn't changed much during this time besides its decorations. I have mostly decorated my room with a punk aesthetic, or in other words, it's very… me.
I have a simple bed with a black frame on it, and on one of the poles of my frame is a pair of pants. The floor is covered in a washed-out red carpet, and the walls are covered in posters and old-world items that I get by going to the surface.
Whenever Hunson lets me go to the surface world, of course with bringing a demon general of his, I tend to look for items of memorabilia to remember the old human world by.
Posters of old bands, comic books, books, maps, and just random junk that I find that isn't too ruined ends up in my room somewhere.
I have no item that I prefer over the others except for one thing. My most precious position, aka Hambo. He still sleeps with me every night and is currently sitting down on my red quilted bed.
"Hey Hambo, ready for our jamming sesh?" I jokingly asked before walking over to the corner of my room and grabbing my axe guitar, Rose.
"Well get ready! As you are about to hear some sick shreds from Rose!" I yelled before picking up a book from my bed and throwing it at the stereo's On button causing the stereo in the corner of the room to blast static.
*Brrrrrrrrrr!* (A/N: Picture static noise idk)
"Ahh!" Nearly dropping Rose I flipped my head over to my stereo. "Ugh, forgot to plug it in." I groaned before walking over to my stereo with a cord to connect it to Rose.
During my time here with training, learning all the things I need to be a ruler, and just adapting to my situation I have not had much time to learn the guitar. I can play it just fine as it comes naturally to me, but I still need to fix some mistakes… like not plugging it in for one.
'Yeah… gotta fix some mistakes.' I thought sadly while sitting on the stereo. Taking a glance around my room it was a punk rocker's dream would be, but it felt… empty.
"Hambo… do you think I am… yeah nah I need friends." I muttered while looking around the room. "Yup, I am lonely." I said popping the P on yup, before standing up.
"Friends…"
(2 Day Timeskip, Hunson Perspective)
"Daughter! I am back!" A charismatic voice echoed through a hallway before a large thud was heard as he kicked in a door to a room. This voice belonged to no one else besides Hunson Abadeer, the man who wears a dark suit and tie.
"Daughter?" Hunson asked while looking around his empty and dark office. 'Huh, where did that girl go?'
Hunson looked around the room before turning on a radio in the corner, which began playing old 40s jazz music. "Hahhh, that was stressful," Hunson muttered before slumping in his chair.
Reaching into a door on his desk he pulled out a box full of cigars, cigars that no longer exist since the destruction of the human world.
'Those damn monsters are popping up again… It's almost as bad as when Olympus fell.' Hunson thought while puffing his cigar.
'The human world is changing.' Hunson hummed with a tune of one of his particularly favorite songs.
Many evil beings that he hadn't seen a hint of for a very long time were popping back up. With the fall of humans, many beings have been able to walk on the surface without fear, and what's worse is that magic is returning to the world.
"Times are changing…" Hunson quietly said while looking at a portrait of himself and Marceline on the wall. As he stared he felt something move in his dark heart, something that he hadn't felt for almost his entire life.
He felt worried. Worried for Marceline's future. Hunson knows he is not the strongest baddie around, he especially knows that since his Father died from fighting the Biblical God.
"God's… Monsters… Evils greater than me are coming back now." Hunson took a long drag from his cigar before blowing out a cloud of smoke.
'I'm going to need to pick up the pace with Marcy…' Hunson thought to himself.
Looking at a corner of his room he stared at a small brick that was slightly pushed out of the wall before looking back at his table.
"It's best that I teach her the final lesson and let her get some hands-on experience. I need her to know how this world really is while I go and gather power." Hunson stood up and laid his cigar on his lip.
Slowly he walked towards the corner of the room before shaking his head. 'Later' He mouthed before hearing some screaming coming from outside.
Raising an eyebrow Hudson walked over to his window and saw something that brought pride to his heart.
"I said wait in line! Who said you can get out of line!" Marceline was shouting while throwing rocks at 4 large demons, his demon generals while having them beg for mercy.
These demon generals were minions that he created to maintain the chaos of his dimension and to possibly manage his army whenever he needed it. All four were giants and embodied what one would think of as a true demon.
One was a large, muscular bipedal goat with two massive horns and covered in gray fur with bright yellow eyes, who was cowering on the ground.
The second was a large, muscular red demon with a floating skull with horns that was on fire with three eyes, this demon was shivering from the water he must have recently been doused in.
The third was a skinny, yet tall fallen angel that he corrupted from the Biblical faction with the name of Azazel, who had large massive black wings and black hair that shone mysteriously from the flames of his dimension, who had just eaten a rock to the face.
Last was a rotund demon with a double neck, who was dressed in a pinstripe black suit, with a large black tophat and a cane. This demon was crying on the ground while covered in dirt, cowering at Marceline's feet.
All of these strong demons were on the ground, each asking Marceline for an apology for whatever crime they must have committed.
"Hahaha! That's my girl!" Hunson laughed happily while staring at the image. It was rare to see Marceline take action against others, so that means they must have really pissed her off while he was gone.
'Might as well go see what's happening.' Hunson grinned lazily before taking a small glance at the portrait of Marceline and himself. With a small glance, he grinned and was gone in a puff of smoke to see what Marceline was up to.
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(A/N Time!)
Alright sorry for the late update, I have been struggling a lot to find time to myself.
Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, and expect a few more updates soonishly. I plan to keep updating this as Marceline has been a favorite character of mine for a while and I have always loved Adventure Time too.
Besides that please comment if you have any ideas you all want to see or just to let me know if you enjoy this story so far!
Also yes, there are factions within Adventure Time. I chose to include the Biblical faction as it was never said what happened to Hunson's father. I don't plan to explore these other factions right away, but they will pop up in the story.
