Seventh layer

[fionna_time]

Characters: Fionna, open, but especially directed at Deimonea, since Fionna has PLENTY of nightmare fuel now.
Date: Afternoon this.
Summary: Fionna had totally messed up in the worst, worst way possible, and is getting as far away as she can.
Warnings: Somewhat squeemish imagery with a good dash of wibbliness.



It was all she had, after leaving her backpack, which she was silently cursing herself for right now. She could really have used it if she were going to live on her own.

But she couldn't get it out of her mind, Marceline in that condition, Marceline throwing her, howling in pain. ALL because of her, because she didn't use her brain stems and now Marceline thought she had done it on purpose. No friend did that, no bud and ESPECIALLY not a hero. So it was better to stay away from them before she just globbed it all up again.

The tree fort was almost like home, and that was the worse. But after this, how could she go back there? There was no Cake, her close friends hated her, and she didn't even have her hat now.


She started on the tent, making her place somewhere near the rapids. Here she could at least live off fish, make a few things. And it was here, sitting by the water, that she grabbed a pebble and made something she wanted now: scissors. She worked on her hair immediately, hacking at its long, flowing locks, until she had just enough shoulder length. She stared at her puffy eyed, reflection: lip still with a little dried blood, her face blotchy. She washed her face only just, then crawled back into the tent, muffling the quiet sobs.

If she EVER needed someone to kill her memories, it was now, but Fionna would never have asked for it. She would stay here and remember.

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[nosebleedqueen]

Near by, a tired and hungry Kanako is walking through the forest. A week ago she went out, trying to find some pixies so she can have her own tinkerbell, but got lost.

She makes her way towards the tent, and just falls down right outside it.

[fionna_time]

Fionna stirred, sighing. She wanted to just be left alone for awhile, but it looked as if someone had already found her. Maybe those animals were also like the bodyguards of the gardens, come to put her in prison? She'd just go, no point in trying to pretend innocence.

She crawled out the tent and immediately saw it was none other than Kanako, tat tall girl from the baths, who looked really out of it! She jerked herself out of her depression.

"Yo, Kanako! Are you all right?"

[nosebleedqueen]

Kanako groaned, and slowly looked up. "...No pixies..."

[fionna_time]

What the nuts was she talking about? Was she delirious?

"Dude, get in the tent. You look tired. I'll go fish so we have something to eat. Just lay down."

[nosebleedqueen]

Kanako oozes herself into the tent. she then lays there face down. "I wanted my own TInkerbell..."

[fionna_time]

Her own...yeah.

Fionna was going leave the talking crazy jazz to her while she fished. She still had that horrible image of Marceline in her head and what she'd done, but luckily the water was loud enough to offset her quiet sobs.

After ten minutes she caught seven fish and was already starting to cook them over a fire.

[nosebleedqueen]

While FIonna was gone, Kanako slowly made her way towards Fionna's pillow. She started to sniff it, and soon was licking and chewing it.

"Ah... she tastes so good..."

[gentlecuteside]

Amamiya had been training her psy in the orchard: specifically, casting out her web of psychic spy cameras as far as she could, pushing her limits. It always collapsed when pressed beyond a certain point, but that was getting wider now...

Through them, she caught sight of a familiar figure, alone by the rapids. She actually gasped out loud when she saw Fionna hack off that long, gorgeous hair. Something was obviously wrong.

She immediately shut off her powers, feeling like a peeping tom, but she couldn't just ignore it. She took off, using Rise to boost her speed to superhuman levels, until she found the rapids...and from there, the tent.

"Fionna?" she asked, trying to knock on the tent flap. Being a tent this didn't give a very satisfying noise, but it was something. "Are you alright?"

[fionna_time]

Fionna was resigned to laying in her sleeping bag for the moment when she heard the rapping, and then a call out of her nae. Making double sure it wasn't Princess Bubblegum, she opened the flap and saw it was Amimiya, now staring at her recently cut hair.

She wasn't a pretty sight either: her face was blotchy and red, and her shirt was blood stained.

"I'm ok," she said, trying to do her best to sound fine and failing.

[gentlecuteside]

"You don't look it," Amamiya said. "What on earth did you do that to your hair for?"

She couldn't even imagine how long it had taken Fionna to grow her hair out that long.

[fionna_time]

For a little while, Fionna just stared. That was right, Amamiya had helped make her hair really pretty and shiny, why wouldn't she notice it was all lopped off?

But she wasn't a liar. "I did something bad, Amimiya. I did something bad enough I hurt someone, and went against my aligned. Losing hair is the least I could do."

[gentlecuteside]

"Went against your what?" Amamiya said, a bit puzzled by the language used. But no matter, the overall meaning is clear: she'd hurt someone, and felt guilty about it. The impromptu haircut was some sort of penance. Amamiya slipped inside the tent, not allowing any protest.

"Where are the scissors?" she asked, taking up a position behind Fionna. "I can at least try to even this out while you tell me what happened."

No, that wasn't phrased as a request.

[fionna_time]

"My hero stuff," she said quietly. "Heroes are supposed to help and fight, not forget things abut their friends that leave them in pain. The least thing is the hair, they need to recover. So I'm living here, away."

She sighed, but really, who was she to argue against a girl who had obviously been here longer, and who she generally liked?

"I hurt my friend. Real bad. By accident. Now she hates me."

*Takes place after all the otheres...*

[nekomikoreimu]

Reimu was flying, looking for an sign of Fionna. She spots a tent and flies down.

"Hey, Fionna, you here?"

Re: *Takes place after all the otheres...*

[fionna_time]

Really, couldn't people stop finding her? She thought she picked the perfect place to be deservedly emo to settle!

Fionna poked her head from the tent flap, hair now noticeably shorter. "Reimu? What is it?"

[nekomikoreimu]

Reimu holds up a hat and a Backpack. "These are yours right?"

[fionna_time]

At the sight of those, Fionna's stomach lurched.

"You can just leave them in the tree fort. Someone who can be a hero can wear them."

[nekomikoreimu]

Reimu sighed. "Look, I was told to bring these here to you, and that's what I am going to do. Your friend the princess is worried."

[fionna_time]

Oh man. That was Princess Bubblegum. No matter how much Fionna failed and was STILL failing, she would never inconvenience the princess, no matter what.

"Ok man. I'll take the, thanks." H...how are they, the princess and Marceline?"

[Correspondence]

[science_with_bonni]

Sometime that evening, there could be heard the fluttering of a small bird's wings. Not a remarkable event in and of itself, until suddenly, and with no real warning, two rolled up sheets of parchment and an ordinary pen were dropped into Fionna's lap. One was blank, but the other contained a letter. The writing was shaky and in some places hard to read, but it looked like if it were cleared up a little it would be an elegant and formal penmanship.

Fionna,

Marceline is okay, I made sure of that.
What of yourself, Fionna? Are you hurt? I saw blood on your things.

I want to know what happened, and Marceline is in no shape for me to ask her. Please, send me a letter back if you can.

Sorry about my handwriting. Hope you can read this, despite. (Long story there)

-Princess Bubblegum

Re: [Correspondence]

[fionna_time]

She just wanted peace. She knew she'd have to face the music, she just didn't know that said music would appear in the form of a bird and a letter. There was obvious telling that the Princess was shaken, but what made it worse was that she was obviously worried about her. She had to at least set things right.



Dear Princess,

I'm not hurt. I'm fine. Marceline got hurt when I ran over to try and stop her from leaving. I forgot about the sun, she got mad and threw me, but she got burned. This is my fault.

Please take care of the tree fort, please. I'm real sorry. If you want to find me and punish me later, just write in another bird.

Fionna.

[Correspondence]

[science_with_bonni]

It was some time before the next letter came. The ink had pooled at the ends of some words and the beginnings of others. Signs of where Bonnibel had paused while writing, her pen still pressed to the parchment.


Fionna,

Oh lump, I was afraid that was what happened. I'm not going to mince words with you Fionna, that was boingloings dumb of you. Double boingloings dumb, and I'm sure that you know it. Crepes, if I hadn't given her some of my own red as soon as I found her, I don't know what would have happened.

...The pen had trailed off here for a bit, a whole host of emotions hidden somewhere in that little ambling line.

The whole ordeal has left some harsh wounds on Marcy, both mental and physical. She... I can barely even mention your name around her without triggering a panic attack. I'm not sure if heading back to the fort is going to be feasible right now. But I'll let you know.

Thank you for being honest with me about this, Fionna. I'm relieved to hear that you aren't hurt, and I'll talk to you in person more about all of this junk later.

PB.

Re: [Correspondence]

[fionna_time]

She felt the sting of every word written. Of course she knew it was dumb, and of course Marceline was scared. She had HURT her, something she had never intended to do for anything, and nothing she could say was going to fix it. She had never gotten to a place like this, where she actually hurt someone and had to live through it all. But she at least knew leaving, getting out of their way, was the best thing.

Even if it hurt her. Even if she wanted them around, and for a little bit, it was like having the echoes of a family around, whatever it meant. Sisters, anyway. She had been hanging with dudes so long it had escaped her that she could find this kind of playfullness and laughter with girls. She wanted to run to PB and apologize, tell her that everything in her was sorry, that she had messed up and she couldn't stand the idea she made Marceline feel pain.

Would it do any good? Would PB actually understand? Or...would she just think it was another way Finn was better, Finn would have never made that mistake?

Fionna sighed. You can find me whenever. Just send the birds. You know me, princess. You're the royalty of Ooo. If you tell me to go to find you, I will.

I'm sorry.

[Correspondence]

[science_with_bonni]

Another small letter came, and the birds were probably getting a little sick of this. But really? They could go get lumped for all Bonni cared. This letter was much shorter than the others, and came much more quickly.

I may be Royalty back on Ooo, but here? Cabbages, I think I'm just Bonnibel now, not Princess Bubblegum, and that's hard to get used to sometimes.

We're all making dumb mistakes, big or small, because of that same sort of thing. Because we've been uprooted and plucked away from everything we know by the Queen of Butts.

Re: [Correspondence]

[fionna_time]

Fionna couldn't help but laugh. No, no doubt this would be the royalty form Ooo, no matter if she was a boy or a girl. Princess Bubblegum could keep thinking she was just some regular person, but she knew better.

Nah man. You're the Princess. And a hero from Ooo always does their best to listen to her. That's something I know Finn and I agree on.

I'll try to apologize, sometime soon. For now just please take care of Marceline. She means a lot.