Simon x Winter King nsfw

Nobody's Home

~~~                                                                             Simon's POV                                                                               ~~~

"Oh, he's captured by the Candy Queen right now", said one of the ice guards. He said it nonchalantly as if he had told me they were serving enchiladas for dinner. He didn't look concerned in the slightest.

  Tonight was supposed to be another smoke sesh but it turns out my friends with benefits had been kidnapped. Great. What am I supposed to do now? Save him? Leave a note? Stay until he returns? But when would that be?

"Don't worry about it. Happens all the time. He'll be back in a couple of hours.", the guard said confidently. While he was away, his servants made sure to make me feel welcomed and told me I could stay as long as I wanted. I walked around the palace, contemplating what I should do during the meantime.

  "Other Simon!"

I turned around. I was the ice version of Marceline from this world. She came running up to me and gave my leg a strong hug. I froze. How the fuck do I respond to this? I patted her on the shoulder. "What are you doing here, other Simon?", she asked me with interest, excitement, and a child-like optimistic attitude that made me wonder if she knew Winter had been kidnapped.

  "Uh, I was here to see your Simon but I don't think he's here today . . .", I trailed off, not sure how much I should reveal to her.

"Oh yeah he was stolen again. He gets taken all the time! Hey, do you wanna play tea party with me?", she invited, taking my hand and leading me to her bedroom. Her bedroom was colorful. It was filled with painted furniture, crayon drawings, toys scattered across the floor, and a small table with different stuffed animals sitting around it. It looked like they were having afternoon tea.

 "You sit here.", she instructed. I sat in the miniature chair which was only wide enough to support half my bottom. There were five small plastic tea cups in front of each chair. I picked up the small pink cup in my palm. "No you're doing it wrong! You need to hold it by the handle with your pinkie out! Like this!," she demonstrated for me and I copied her. The table only came up to my shins. I felt very out of place.

  My whole body was overcame with tingles with I spotted one of the stuffed animals: Hambo. 

" Yeah, that's Hambo. They're the worst. Simon really wants me to play with him. I don't know why. It's ugly. And it kinda smells too. No matter how much we wash it, the stains never come out. Me and the other stuffies like to gossip about them. But don't tell Hambo that.", she explained. My arms had goosebumps on them. Marceline doesn't like her " in this universe? Something wasn't quite right here.

  "When did you get Hambo?", I asked, not wanting to interrogate her but trying to find out what's going on with her . . . situation? This little girl gave me the heebie jeebies. 

  "I don't know. Simon just gave it to me one day. He told me it was really important and that I should play with it because it meant a lot to him or something. He never tells me why it's important. He says I'm still too young to understand.", She said as he pretended up fill my cup with an imaginary teapot. I thanked her after she did it before asking, "How old are you?"

   She paused. She even looked kind of nervous. "I don't know. Simon says I'm five but I've had WAYYYYY more birthdays than five. I don't think he understands what birthdays mean.", she said. I somehow got the feeling she didn't want to say too much more than that. But I needed to know.

  "Marceline, how many birthdays have you had? I promise I won't tell Simon you told me if you don't want me too.", I said. This would be the last question. I didn't want to make her uncomfortable or get  Simon upset if he found out I had been asking questions. She hesitated for a minute or so.