"Oi! Keep digging your dogs!", Bill anchors his shovel on the ground and props his leg above a big rock. Heroically, he smirks. Suddenly a shovel slams into his back roughly, catching him off guard. He falls revealing a glaring Wirt behind him. Finn scoops moist earth from a deep hole in the ground.

"I-I-I-I think I found it!", he stutters.

"Is it dead?", Bill leaps up walking over to the blond. Wirt silently follows him. The trio peer over the hole. A hand sticks out of the ground.

"We found the idiot.", Wirt tosses his shovel at Bill who easily catches the object. The tall gnome bends down and yanks the arm up. A young-looking individual is tossed out of the hole. The healthy corpse lays limp on the ground.

"Ey Popscicle bottoms up.", Bill waves to Finn. The ice prince waves his hand over his other palm. Blue magic sparkles off. Soon white light engulfs his palm. The bright dims showing a handful of snow in the blonde's palm. He pats it and hands it to the demon who snatches some and molds it into a large ball. He steps over the body and pinches the lips of the corpse open. He then proceeds to chunk the white mass into the mouth. The individual's eyes pop out. It starts to catch up with brown substance and violently coughs.

"Why is the snow dirty?", Bill raises a brow.

"Because you delusional idiots that wasn't snow. It was mud.", Wirt rolls his eyes.

"It's yummy all the same."

"Ew what the living f***!", the persona pukes.

"Choke and write moron it's been a month.", a phone is thrown into the individual's head. Bonk!

"Plah!"

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"ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋs ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀғᴛᴇʀᴡᴀʀᴅ, sᴏᴍᴇ ᴀʀᴇ sᴛʀᴏɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇs."
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ᴇʀɴᴇsᴛ ʜᴇᴍɪɴɢᴡᴀʏ

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Bad End Friends

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Potatoes as Children

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No POV

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"Listen at least put it in your backpack. It'll be safely tucked in warmth and whenever you take it out it'll also match your trinket.", the demon thrust his hip to the side and points to the top of his head gesturing toward Finn's crown. The blonde shakes his head unsure and takes a step forward. He shoves the golden blade in his partner's chest.

"I-I can't ha-have it."

"Well, I don't want it.", Bill rolls his eyes pushing the gift back.

"W-Why?", the younger prince asks.

"It might be this way.", Wirt taps his chin turning to a bush. He twirls around and ticks his head to the side, " Or it could be this way."

"Because I don't want to carry it!", Bill wines faking an exhausted expression as he bends slightly back on his knees and bounces up and down lazily while looking at the black sky.

"A-Are you s-s-serious?", Finn presses the weapon to the demon's chest.

" It perceives me to look like a slave~!", Bill wiggles.

"Well, whichever way I choose I'm sure I'll take us in the right direction seeing as I'm a great guide.", Wirt smacks together and makes a hissing noise before turning around to show a makes expression written on his face. He anxiously bites the middle of his finger. His eyes glued to the duo still debating who gets to keep the hidden treasure.

"You are a whole mood.", Wirt squint's seeing Finn start shaking Bill who's dripping saliva as he sleeps on his feet.

"You're u-u-unbelievably l-lazy!", Finn yanks the demon back and forth.

"And here I thought my name was Bill. I'm hungry.", Bill hums savoring all the delectable treats he could think of.

Wirt strolls over. His left eyebrow perks up. His pastel eyes pinpoint the treasure lodged between Finn's arm. The sword looked beaten, but still had its color so it wasn't the age that made it almost look like it would snap in two. This sword, if it were engaged in a battle, was like taking a brutally heavy risk on your life. The weak thing looks frail. It could very easily break. Imagine the look on your face if you tried to attempt to block your enemy's blow and your opponent's sword pierced right through your so-called weapon. Interesting, Wirt concludes as he snatches the golden blade under Finn's wing. Finn jumps in surprise and releases Bill.

" Mhm, it looks so. . . .", Wirt slits his finger lightly at the tip. He rubs his finger together. There is no cut what a shame.

"Broken."

"Haha, it-it matches the owner doesn't it-it.", Finn rubs the back of his neck agitated.

" Will you keep it then? It's a great risk to keep a torn sword.", Wirt asks taking a glance at the prince.

"I-I w-w-was hoping maybe you could-."

"Take it off your hands? No."

Shocked, Finn takes a step back, "W-W-Why?"

"Because it's master is in the same state. A sword reflects on their master's strength, durability, their mind, the point, and it's color, the description of the owner.", Wirt recites.

Oh, thank goodness I read a book about that at the School! I probably looked so cool right now because I said that, Wirt sighs almost breaking into a smile.

"Oh.", Finn nods.

"And you also called me weak. Back there when you said that the sword is a twin of its master.", Wirt smirks.

" Oh. . . .OH!", Finn's blue eyes widen as he scratches the back of his head, a drop of sweat rolls down the side of his sweet little head. Wirt gives the little one's sword back.

"Then again you also called me dull, insulted me on my strength, and to top it off you offer me this piece of trash.", Wirt counts off showing Finn his finger each one representing his accidental sin.

"N-No need to rub it in.", Finn's posture weeps.

"I was joking."

"Y-You call t-t-that joking? Wirt you hurt my soul!", Finn clutches his heart shaking with tears in his eyes. He sinks to the floor.

"Oh.", Wirt watches him from above.

"There there.", the gnome pats the younger's head then sits down as if he's talking to a child, " Just don't give me garbage next time okay."

"You-You are really underestimating this.", snot slips down Finn's nose. He hurries and covers it.

"Sure I am sure.", Wirt nods standing up to go talk to Bill who still has his head back, his limbs beside him hanging, drooling, and still standing. Wirt sighs and pats Bill lighty. By that I mean slap.

" Ow!", Bill peeps as he's turned the other way. Wirt pinches his nose,

"Why won't you have it?"

"Huh?", Bill's vision spins.

"The sword."

Bill shrugs his shoulders his eyes light up once they finally meet the gnomes.

"Don't ya kinda need it?", Bill points to Wirt's chest.

". . . ."

"Then problem solved you take it."

"Aren't you ill in the head?"

"Ya know someone else has said that same exact line.", Bill taps his chin.

"Who?", Wirt asks rolling his eyes.

" Who knows~", Bill smirks wrapping his arms around Wirt's neck.

Wirt shoves him down, "You're making this extremely difficult to find your motive."

"On what?"

"On what you really did to piss off Time Baby."

"Aw, you want a cookie for trying?", Bill teases with a combo signature wink.

"Yes, but certainly not from you.", Wirt glares at him before walking back to Finn.

"I-I would love a cookie.", Finn raises his hand slowly.

" Don't worry Finn I'll find ya one, one day buddy!", Bill kindly smiles.

"T-Thanks.", Finn rubs the sticky glue off his nose and returns one of his own precious grins.

Wirt glances back at the pair. He huffs, the ends of his lips curving up like the unseen moon. Stowaways on my ship, the Beast would laugh himself to death. Drops sprinkle down in larger quantities the wind fiercely rips the leaves off of trees. The dark blanket of grey above them spits bright spiderwebs. Heavy drums ring in the distance. The gnome turns back to his companions,

"The storm's weeping will get denser, soon we won't be able to find our way through the woods."

"If I eat these berries will they mimic weed?", Bill pokes a tiny thick bush. He flicks one of the hundreds of blackberries off to nowhere.

"W-W-Where off to W-W-Wirt?", Finn stutters getting up, and walking to Bill pulling him apart from the bush of berries.

Wirt sighs covering his eyes and spins around then stops and points in front of him, he shakes his head in defeat. He really is an awful guide, and he has no reason to kill that belief. As Bill would say, Tis thy truth ~ But the intellectual gnome would never admit that.

"That way.", he points into the dark forest.

"Oh what a merry day~!", the demon hollers over the booming thunder.

Finn gets up and follows him in the direction that pointed his guide. He slips the golden sword in his backpack and zips it closed. He follows Bill combing his tangled hair with his pale fingers. Wirt takes a step, but abruptly halts. He raises his hand quickly. His subtle gaze fixes on the burning cut spilling thick ink. The paper cut already leaked a small waterfall down the gnome's slender finger. When did he get cut?

His pastel eyes shoot straight at the ice prince's bright backpack. He squints, Underestimating. Then the Lantern Barrer recalls. He sweeps his hand across his coat ridding any evidence of a break-in in the boy's bold appearance.

"So straight ahead is it? Oh, I can't wait to take hold of some soft cozy bed sheets, and dozens of warm blankets! Then off to sleep after we raid the fridge - oh I just can't stay still!", Bill exclaims wrapping his arms around himself emphasizing his point.

"I-I just want to re-re-relax. We haven't soundly slept in a while. I-I usually fly fr-from place to place not hike.", adds Finn walking beside Bill.

"Fly?", Wirt cuts between the two raising his signature brow at the prince.

"Y-Y-Yeah.", Finn twiddles his thumbs.

"Ha! Don't be impressed by such a cheap ability. I share the same power.", Bill boldly places his hand on his collar bone, and winks.

"Ch-Cheap? You must out of your m-m-mind.", the prince rolls his icy blue eyes.

"Back then m-m-my legs had no our-purpose."

"Back then? Do you mean before you winded up here?", Wirt asks.

The ice prince nods.

"Explains why you can barely do any sort of physical activity.", Bill smirks winding a surprise pat on the blonde's back.

"You never once thought of the endless experiments that could be carried by morphing or twisting your body? Time becomes stupid and useless when you have all eternity to shapeshift into all sorts of things!"

"Morph? Shapeshifting? You can-can do that B-Bill?", Finn questions.

"Heck yeah! I can shapeshift, possess, slip into your dreams, manipulate matter, and space itself. Ya know not the normal stuff a regular demon can do. My power is infinite!", Bill proudly shouts jumping up and punching the air.

"Infinite is something I doubt even an amateur like you could have. Do you understand that there is nowhere to nothing compared to the many many lines drawn across the word infinite? ", Wirt reprimands pointing across his theory.

"I'm an exception Wirt.", the demon brushes off the chance of false advertising.

"What an exception you must be, stuck here with me and the brat of a monarch here. No special trace of power.", Wirt truthfully answers.

"I have my ups and downs, but nevertheless I am as good looking as my misleading eye. I may be here stuck with you, a talking plant, and the Winny prince, but I swear my power is no joke.", Bill rips a couple of dead leaves from a nearby branch as they walked side by side. He swats them in the gnome's face. Wirt frowns.

"Childish."

"Love me."

"D-D-Despite you both calling me a winny king, I-I don't think you both have won the title of strongest yet. I-I have infinite power over-over the season of winter, and I'm adding that-that I am gaining control over other aspects as well. ", Finn's eyes lit up a flame. Competition along with testing his close comrades was an old habit.

Bill looked at Finn quickly catching the fire in his icy blue eyes. He liked such a bright contrast flame.

"Wirt you-you is like a clever chess p-p-piece, but so far it looks l-like your skills only work on-on the ground compared to my flight-flight, and Bill you're-you're an a-a fool!"

At this, the Lantern Barrer couldn't help but chuckle darkly at the prince's naïve thoughts. Unknown to anyone, but he, the Beast's power lies beyond what they had seen back at the ferry. Hell, it isn't even a pinch of what the Beast is capable of. All those horrid sights during the who knows how many years tormented young Wirt so bad that he developed a large chunk of memory loss after every event. The amnesia never revealed itself until later after Wirt left the Beast's rule. He still couldn't recall any of the unfortunate events, but one thing he did discover later. The Beast's power was one not to mess with.

If there is one description that could give some kind of idea of how high the Beast was up the scale of danger, it would be a black hole. Dark, sinister, charming, and worst of all a self-creation of mental slaughter.

Bill, on the other hand, laughed at Finn's accusation. He slaps his thigh.

"Y-You really shouldn't doubt me-me.", Finn snaps at the pair.

"Oh, Finn you have so little to offer. It's sad really, but as a true hero says, there is hope!", Bill smirks.

"I'm no-not delusional to think I myself am-am a hero Bill. That title is-is stupid!", Finn fires back raising his voice.

"Oh no I am totally with you on that one.", Bill teased.

"I believe you, Finn.", Wirt humbly replies.

"Li-Like I said y-your duality is as-astounding.", Finn smacks his lips.

The uneasy trio continues their sync march through the dense shrubs colonizing every inch of the haunting area. They dig their sore toes into the filthy squishy ground. They curl up tense like anchors of an old sailor's ship. They haven't forgotten the Scarecrow's first encounter with them. Unlike Iron, that thing is still out there hunting them. Now the trio's shoulders by pure instinct raise forming a numb strain on their necks. If the vicious monster were to ever show up the first thing they'd do is run. Wirt didn't like that idea nor did Bill. A coward isn't a pleasing message they would graciously send to the enemy, but right now they and Finn knew better than to challenge something inhuman as the Scarecrow. Especially in this weak state.

And not even the trees could shelter them from something as harmless as the rain.

Weak against the rain? Wirt adjust his collar and crosses his arms inside the torn coat. He pokes out his luminous lantern to light away from the unmapped path.

That's hilarious, Bill shifts his legs between the gooey mud, and struts his hips. He twirls around, and skates through the damp dirt.

I won't let as something as a small drizzle let me down, Finn plucks off his crown and buries it in his pocket. He swipes up his tainted white hoodie then sweeps his pale hands in along with the rough trinket. He secretly strokes the solid mud off the crown's rubies with his thumb.

"I'm singing in the rain~!", the demon twirls one more time before side-stepping like a boss to the left then leaping in the air shortly before he rubs shoulders with Wirt. The strict guide raises a brow at the act. Bill slips under his gaze and pirouettes over to the insecure prince checking over his shoulder every second. The demon surprises him by grabbing hold of both his wrist. Finn yelps as Bill swings him around in a circle while laughing.

Wirt's heavy gaze softens as he observes the duo skipping - well Bill skipping, Finn being messily dragged along, from puddle to puddle. The prince trips over his feet and grabs hold of Bill's shoulder. The demon prepared for this situation sweeps his arm under the royal's and twirls with him until they come to a stop. Now Bill held Finn by the waist inches from the ground. The two looked like they just perfected a tango session. The dance didn't have any flaws because of Bill's substituting reflexes.

"Wanna try?", the demon smirks lending out a hand to the gnome.

"Y-Y-You-.", Bill pressed his finger above Finn's tender pink lips.

"You must be honored."

"Sure I am sure.", Finn pouts then glancing upside down at Wirt he rolls his eyes. A warm smile surpasses his meant frown. He can't deny it, but he won't admit it either.

"I don't think it'll go well if we both dance.", Wirt looks up at Bill trying hard not to leak a competitive grin.

"Oh? Can't dance?", Bill pulls Finn back up by the waist. The ice prince wasn't expecting that so now his hands were on the demon's chest.

"Yeah.", Wirt quickly addresses with no problem.

"Ah, I highly doubt that! Anyone can dance whether it be goofy, graceful, awkward, or slow, or you look like a gazelle, anyone can dance!", Bill glances at Finn.

"Tough luck I can't seem to do any of those.", the tall gnome hides away his lantern seeing the sky lighten a bit.

"Ey, you got legs right? And arms too huh? Even if you don't just bobble your head. Can at least wiggle?"

"I'm stiff."

"I'll loosen you up a little."

"I don't think you can."

"I can surprise you~"

"You can f-f-fight pretty good, your kicks a-a-are excellent so you must at least know how to step