It Came From the Nightosphere
CONTENTS
Finn the Human and Marceline the Vampire Queen were sitting on the deck outside Marceline’s house.
‘Thanks for helping me record, Finn,’ Marceline said as she strummed randomly on her guitar, trying to warm up the instrument.
‘No problem, Marceline,’ Finn answered cheerfully.
‘Now, I’m going to sing something really personal, so don’t laugh at me,’ Marceline implored her friend.
‘I would never dream of it, m’lady,’ Finn replied, adding a sincere bow for effect. Marceline was convinced, so the two moved into the house to officially begin their recording session.
‘Now, start a slow beat and keep it steady, or it will mess up everything,’ Marceline instructed Finn with a stern look.
Finn called back enthusiastically. Then he started to keep a steady beat with nonsense vocals. Marceline played the guitar and began crooning her gloomy ballad.
Daaaaddy, why did you eat my fries?
I bought them,
And they were mine.
But you ate them.
Yeah, you ate my fries,
And I cried.
But you didn’t see me cry.
Daaaaddy, do you even love me?
Well, I wish you would show it,
’Cause I wouldn’t know it.
What kind of dad eats his daughter’s fries?
And doesn’t look her in the eyes?
Daddy, there were tears there.
If you saw them, would you even care?
Finn listened to the sad words. Indeed, what kind of a dad would eat his kid’s fries without even asking? Tears began to well up in Finn’s eyes, and he completely lost count of the rhythm.
‘Finn, you messed the beat up!’ Marceline screamed. Ignoring her criticism, Finn looked into Marceline’s fiery eyes.
‘Marceline, if you’re thinking about your dad so much, then why don’t you go see him?’ he asked, trying to help his friend solve this terrible dilemma. Finn didn’t know if someone could ever be forgiven for eating fries, but maybe Marceline would want to give it a shot.
‘He’s not worth the effort,’ Marceline explained sadly.
‘Not worth what effort?’ Finn continued, not understanding that a few practical steps had to be taken to call up an evil spirit like Marceline’s dad.
‘Well, first I’d have to draw a circle with a happy face in the centre,’ Marceline explained glumly, ‘and then douse it with bug milk.’
Finn listened. That wasn’t so bad. In fact, it was totally doable! As Marceline spoke, Finn went to work, drawing a happy face on the wall and throwing a carton of bug juice at it.
The bug juice trickled down the happy face and down the side of the wall as Marceline, with her back to Finn and unaware of Finn’s efforts on her behalf, went on with her story.
‘And then you’re supposed to chant something like
‘Maloso vobis com et cum spiritum!’
’ Marceline continued in a bored voice. Just as Marceline finished her chant, the happy face on the wall began to glow. Finn watched in amazement as his friend spoke.
‘But I don’t really want to see him,’ Marceline explained with a shrug. ‘I’m still mad about the thing with the fries.’
