Adventure Time: Meltdown
Chapter 1: Simon and Marcy in the camp
It was cold, and frightening… the street was empty, as expected. She walked to the direction she was told she could find him. "The archaeologist that carried around a golden crown" is how the survivors in the area described him and that was enough information for her to go out and try to find him. She knew that it was baseless faith that she could by chance find him, the plague was killing and mutating the humans beyond recognition, but she didn't care anymore, the woman couldn't think of anything else than to see her loved one… once more.
Simon woke up and put on his glasses, he looked behind to check on little Marcy, the toddler was sleeping peacefully besides him, there she was hugging her plush doll Hambo and sucking her thumb. Simon smiled at the little girl, and he felt his hand on her forehead "She's warm, good" he said very relieved. Simon stood up and walked for his backpack; the man kneeled and opened the bag. He grabbed the frying pan, some cans and other cooking instruments, the sound of the metal pan and other objects tinkering woke up Marceline, the toddler crawled towards Simon and she pulled his waistcoat, the man felt the little girl pull his shirt a bit.
Simon turned around and smiled "Good morning Marcy, are you hungry?"
The girl smiled gleefully "Yes, what you gonna do for breakfast?"
"I got some tuna and some beans"
"Not tuna again" the little girl pouted.
Simon frowned slightly "I'm sorry Marceline, that's all I could get"
"I know, but why must these people be so mean? They never let us get tasty food"
"They are hungry too, Marcy" replied Simon while he prepared the wood to make fire.
"Yeah, but they never let us any… can't you freeze their feet or something?" she asked.
Simon frowned "Marcy, that's not how one should act, violence isn't the way, you know"
"Sorry, I just really want to eat something tasty again"
Simon nodded "Me too" he then made the fire and placed the frying pan, for it to gain warmth.
The man reopened his bag and got out a can opener "Marcy, can you pass me the cans?"
Marceline ran for the cans "Here, Simon"
"Thank you, sweetie" he said.
Simon opened the cans and poured the beans and tuna in the frying pan, he cooked them well and he then remembered something "Marcy, you have to brush your teeth, remember?"
"I don't like brushing my teeth, it hurts"
Simon chuckled "If you don't brush your teeth, I might have to brush them for you"
"No! no! It hurts my teeth when you brush them, you make my mouth bleed!"
The man replied "That's because you never clean them, and when you brush them well, you'd bleed a bit"
The toddler pouted and ran to their tent and covered herself with a sheet, Simon rolled his eyes "children and their tantrums" he sighed.
Simon finished cooking their meal, and he again raked his backpack. Simon grabbed two toothbrushes and he began to tease Marceline and her appetite "Marcy, I got us some dessert"
"Huh? You said dessert? Like strawberry cake?"
The man shouted yet again "Yes, but it's a pity you won't get any"
Marceline uncovered herself from the sheets "Why are you saying that?"
"If you don't brush your teeth you aren't getting any"
Marcy hid under the covers again "That's a dirty trick!"
"I like dirty tricks" said the girl.
The antiquarian smiled "You know the deal" he handed the toothbrush to the girl.
Marceline grabbed it and looked at her caretaker with contempt; Simon simply smiled, trying his best to not burst in laughter.
After their meal, Simon and Marceline sat down to enjoy a story he had been writing based on their experiences in the wreckage.
"And they ate beans, the end" said Simon in a chuckle.
"Just like us!" said Marcy as she hugged Hambo.
Simon sighed "Yeah, that's true" he said somewhat bitter yet happy, he felt odd.
She saw the camp, and walked closer.
Simon turned around to look at the woman; his eyes went wide of shock, their book fell on the grass.
"Simon, what's wrong?!" cried out Marcy.
"Is this the camp were Simon Petrikov has been staying? Are you a friend of Simon?"