I Can Braid Your Eyebrows, If You Want
Marshall Lee finally woke up. He was cold all over, and he felt slightly sore.
He tried to stand up, but he slipped and fell onto his bum. Why try standing up when he can float? He didn't know. He was woozy. The wooden floorboards were coated in a slightly thick sheet of ice. The ceiling was covered in icicles, and their sharp points were glaring menacingly at him. The furniture and walls--were all frosted.
Then he felt something wasn't quite right.
(Y/N). She's missing.
For a moment, Marshall Lee panicked. What would Fionna and Cake do if they got home and found out that their house was in a wintery wonderland on its own and that their human guest was missing? And if they found out that their toilet froze?
He felt a pang of something even he didn't recognize. This was Betty's--no, the Ice Queen's doing. Did she take (Y/N) because she had been associated with that stupid wad of gum? He wasn't sure why, but this thought made him positively sure that he greatly despised Gumball.
But Marshall had to find a jacket first. He was definitely freezing.
On most cases, Marshall Lee wouldn't care this much about someone. But there was just something about (Y/N) that made him. . .or forced him to care about her. Not so much, but still.
Then he suddenly realized that the pang he felt a while ago was that of determination to find her.
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"What the hell. . ."
(Y/N) made the mistake of setting her hand on the cold floor. Her palm was stinging, and she realized it was due to extreme temperature.
"Where am I?" (Y/N) had to ask out loud. She was trapped in some sort of weird cave. . .then she craned her neck to examine her surroundings.
Light seeped through the narrow spaces between. . .were those bars made of ice? (Y/N) made a mental note not to touch them. Or to lick them. She wouldn't like that.
Her skin felt like it was burning. She notice that her flesh was red with what looked like burn marks. Sure, she was still wearing Marshall Lee's jacket, but she was freezing. Her breath curled out like mist in the sub-zero air.
She carefully stood up, then made another mistake by thinking she could walk on ice.
(Y/N) slipped and fell on her butt. It wasn't a nice feeling.
Feeling strangely embarrassed, she slowly walked towards the bars of her prison. When she got there, she saw a bed with a leopard-print bed spread. Then there was a hamper, and a few articles of clothing strewn on the floor. An easel stood at the corner, but there was no canvas on it. She faced the right direction, she was surprised to see a fat penguin staring back at her.
"Hello there," she cooed, looking at the fat penguin who was tilting its head back innocently. When (Y/N) slipped her fingers through the bars, the penguin quickly waddled over to her and hissed menacingly, making (Y/N) stumble backwards, her heart racing rapidly.
Then a screechy voice cackled. "Good job, Gunther! Mommy's sooo proud!"
A sudden flash of light blinded (Y/N) for a moment. Something landed beside her with a thud, then another flash of blinding light.
Before her, was the creepiest witch (Y/N) had ever seen her whole life.
You think a flying, demonic nun is creepy? Or maybe a clown who hides in sewers and eats children is disturbing? Think again. The tall figure was disturbingly creepy. . .and quite sad to look at.
