I hate beings. I only protect them is because I want Ooo to be populated with good. I'm in my treehouse. Yes, I built it. Heck I made the base of the treehouse when I was 10, that was a decade ago. Some view me as The Hero Of Ooo, or as I like it The Nameless Hero. But I am just Finn. Finn Mertons. I am in the bathroom. Combing my shoulder long blonde hair into a ponytail. And putting my bear scarf over it. I replenish my hunger with a chunk of an evil bear. I leave the treehouse taking with me my white blade with a jewel in the middle. And my green rucksack. I wander the forest alone looking for something to do. I give up by sitting on a log pulling out a water bottle from my bag. I drink a quarter of it until I hear rustling. I drew my sword from the log and scream "who's there?!" In my deep and raspy voice.
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The Wild Child - Finnceline
FanfictionWhat if finn wasn't adopted? What if he never interacted with any living being except combat. Well. Here it is!
