You're Not Stupid - A Fionna and Cake Fanfiction

You're Not Stupid

"BMO was wrong!"

"And so was Fionna! We blew it, we blew it!!"

The sound of Cake's furious yowling as the cat smashed bits of the dilapidated lab equipment echoed in Fionna's head. This was her own fault. Everything, as always, was her fault.

Her friends at home knew her as flighty. And now, all the people in this terrible, abandoned lab, knew her as a failure, too. She was no adventurer, no knight in shining armor, and hell, not even a good friend. On top of all of that, she was a liar, too.

No one knew that Fionna had the crown in her backpack. She didn't dare tell Cake, and especially, not Simon. In the days that she had traveled with the gentleman, Fionna had quickly learned that Simon was willing to do anything in his power to keep both her, and Cake safe- even if it meant putting on some cursed object that would render his brain jelly in a matter of minutes, perhaps.

She didn't want to see Simon deteriorate, and act as he was in those miserable tapes. Delusional. Insane. Depraved. No, she couldn't do that to him. She couldn't. She couldn't tell him about the crown...!

"My office supplies!" BMO's high little voice rang out as Cake proceeded to push every object on the desk onto the floor.

Fionna's cheeks flushed red, and tears stung her eyes as the situation escalated. A lump formed in her throat, and before she knew it, she was running out the doorway and onto a balcony as guilt sunk its teeth into her like a viper.

She hadn't even noticed that Simon's head had whipped to look in her direction, and that he had immediately noticed that something was wrong.

Once she was in the open air, she let out a couple of heartbroken sobs as bubbly tears dripped down her burning cheeks. She could barely see the dead and abysmal landscape as the tears kept flowing.

However, she wasn't alone out there for long.

"Fionna, it's okay," came Simon's calm but concerned voice from behind her.

Immediately, Fionna shrank down onto the ground, turning away from him in shame as she pulled her knees up to her chest.

"Simon, I'm so stupid! I'm sorry," she sobbed. "Why did I think I could do this?!"

Why was she so stupid? Why did she always mess everything up? And on top of that, why was she still lying to Simon and Cake about having the crown?

Her shoulders shook as she buried her face in her hands, her breath coming in short gasps and hiccups.

She felt an arm wrap around her, and then another.

"You're not stupid," Simon murmured.

Fionna froze for a moment. She didn't feel like she deserved the kindness that she was being given, but truly, she couldn't help but give in to it. Regardless of being an adult and feeling like she needed to be grown and handle everything on her own, she still needed support. She still needed someone to make her feel like everything was going to be okay. She needed Simon.

She needed him never to put that horrible crown on his head. He didn't deserve it.

Fionna melted into him, and threw her own arms around him, burying her face in his shoulder. The lingering smell of coffee on his clothing was comforting, and reminded her all too much of home. She was at a loss for words as all her worries and concerns tumbled out of her in a torrent of tears, which collected on Simon's suit jacket.

"It's going to be okay, Fionna. We're going to figure something out," the man spoke softly to her as he gently rubbed her back. "It's okay."

But would it be okay? Would it really?

After some time, Fionna managed to collect her emotions, and tuck them all back inside of her where they belonged. When she pulled back from Simon, the man wiped away her tears with his thumbs.

"T-thanks for that, Simon," Fionna hiccupped. "Sorry, I probably got snot all over your jacket."

Simon shook his head and smirked.

"Oh, I could have worse things on this jacket," he chuckled.

Simon smiled at her and tilted his head as he cozied himself up against the wall of the balcony.

"Are you feeling any better?" he asked.

Fionna nodded and wiped her nose on her sleeve, sniffling.

"Y-yeah. You know, Simon, I get why that vampire girl turned out so bad in that one dimension. You'd...you were a really good dad. I can tell."

The tender look in Simon's eyes said more than words ever could convey the moment those words left the girl's mouth.

"Thank you, Fionna," he said, clearing his throat. "I appreciate that."