"wohohoohoho!!"
The sound boomed across the open grasslands of Ooo, shaking birds from the trees and making the ground tremble—not like a dangerous quake, but like the world itself was laughing along.
"Jake! Slow down, bro!" I shouted, clutching tight with both hands. My voice was high and still childish, but it was full of excitement.
From the treeline came a long-legged, yellow figure bounding into the sunlit fields. A dog—but not your average mutt. This was Jake, the magical dog. His stretchy legs were so big they towered over the little shrubs and wandering critters below. He had a green mohawk running down the middle of his head today (don't ask me how—it just was there), and his wide goofy grin stretched almost as much as his legs.
"Oh, sorry little bro!" Jake laughed, his voice lazy and smooth, like he didn't have a care in the world. "I just got too excited to find us a new home! Don't worry—you stay hanging on my back there, Finn."
His body shifted beneath me as he strode forward. Each bounce nearly sent me flying, but I clung on, my oversized bear hat wobbling with every jolt. From down below, tiny creatures scrambled out of the way.
"Hey, be careful!" shouted a cluster of fae, darting aside as one of Jake's massive paws nearly flattened their mushroom stall.
"Woop! Sorry, dude!" Jake said without even slowing, stretching his legs wider to avoid the fae's patch.
Meanwhile, I—well, let's just say I wasn't having the calmest ride. Imagine being five years old (in body, at least), wearing a backpack that was almost twice your size, dressed in an oversized blue shirt and shorts that kept slipping, all while riding a bouncing magical dog like a living rollercoaster.
Yeah. Not easy.
"Jake…" I muttered through gritted teeth.
He tilted his big round head to glance at me. "Oh, fine, fine, hahah. Little bro, I'll be careful. Don't worry—your magic dog brother wouldn't go around stomping folks by accident."
Crash!
…And then, of course, came the sound. That squishy, crunching, oh-no-I-just-stepped-on-something sound.
"Jake!" I yelled, leaning forward to look down.
Jake's sheepish grin returned. "Eh…he…heheh. Sorry! You alright down there?"
From the grass, a figure pulled itself up. Not human, not beast—something in between. A walking, talking lump of coal, dusting himself off with glowing embers dripping from his body like sweat.
"Ah, huhuh. I'm fine, don't ya worry none," the coal man said in a thick country drawl. He adjusted his soot-stained suspenders and laughed. "Kinda my fault anyhow. I was too busy choppin' this tree to pay ya no mind."
"Wait—you chop trees?" I asked, my eyes wide.
"Sure do, little feller," he said, swinging the smoldering axe casually over one shoulder.
Jake shrank his body back down to normal dog-size with a stretch and a pop. "Man, you sure? I didn't hurt you?"
"Don't sweat it. Tough as burnt steak, me." The coal man chuckled, brushing glowing dust off his hat. His glowing eyes flickered as he looked at us closer. "But what's a couple'a boys doin' out here in the grasslands? Ain't too often ya see humans 'round these parts."
I hopped down from Jake's back, adjusting my backpack straps so I didn't topple over. "We're, uh… looking for a new house."
"Yeah," Jake added, stretching his arm around me protectively. "Our folks, uh… they passed on. So now it's just me and Finn here,well there other one but he choose to stay." His tone was casual, but there was a weight behind it I caught.
"Oh," the coal man said, his ember eyes dimming for a moment. "Sorry for yer loss, young'uns. That's a mighty heavy thing."
Jake scratched the back of his head, trying to play it off. "Eh, thanks. But hey, life goes on, right? We just gotta find a place to set up camp. Somewhere cool. Maybe with a pond, huh Finn?"
I nodded quickly. "Yeah! And maybe with trees too! And… and a place to hang our clothes so they don't smell funny!"
The coal man laughed heartily. "Hohoho! Y'all got spirit, I'll give ya that. Name's Cinder, by the way. Y'all take care now. Grasslands can be friendly one moment and nasty the next."
He tipped his coal-dusty hat, then went back to his tree chopping.
Me and Jake looked at each other. Then we both smiled.
"C'mon, little bro," Jake said, scooping me up onto his back again. "Let's keep looking."
He start expanding his size and start moving again.
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We kept walking. The grasslands stretched out in front of us forever, golden under the sun. Jake hummed some tune on repeat, his voice bouncing lazily, like he didn't have a care in the world. He always did that—acted like everything was simple, even when it wasn't.
But before I tell you more about our adventure, I should rewind a bit. You might be wondering: what happened in the last five years since Joshua and Margaret found me crying in the woods? What was it like being raised by two yellow dogs who wore hats and talked like they'd walked out of a 1940s movie?
Well… you could say it was a blessing. A weird one, sure. But still a blessing.
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I still remember the first time I saw Jake and Jermaine as pups. Round little bulldog, floppy ears, stubby tails. They were both in diapers just like me, crawling around on the carpet in our parents' living room. Except, unlike me, they grew fast. Within months, they were running circles around me while I was still trying to figure out how to keep my head steady.
It was kinda humiliating. I mean, imagine having the mind of someone who once scrolled TikTok, binged manhwa and manga in ilegal web, read novels, and studied books back my previous life,yet it weird i only remember that and not any of anything im doing through my age until old,seem that God delete 3/5 of my memories...and i only remember memories of my eighteen to twenty,i had some blury image to what my previous parents are or any friends i had that age—and now you're drooling while two diaper-wearing pups are already building pillow forts and wrestling each other.
But that's how dogs work, right? They age fast. By the time I was walking, they were already ten years old, full of energy and personality. And then, like someone hit a magical brake pedal, their growth slowed down around twelve. Almost like time itself bent differently for them.
Still, I couldn't complain. I had brothers now and loving parents. And they were… everything to me.
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Jake was the laid-back one. Always goofing around, always looking for the next fun thing. He'd crack jokes in the middle of dinner, fall asleep mid-story, and sometimes forget people if they weren't important enough to leave a big impression.
But don't get me wrong—Jake was loyal. If he called you "bro," you were family forever. He had this huge heart, the kind that could make you laugh even when you were crying, or make you feel safe just by being there.
And music—oh man, he was good. He could play all sorts of instruments, but the violin was his jam. Sometimes he'd play for me when I couldn't sleep, and the sound would make me feel like the world wasn't so scary.
Then there was Jermaine.
Jermaine was… different. If Jake was the silly sunshine, Jermaine was the storm cloud making sure the sunshine didn't burn the house down. He was serious, responsible, and always stressed about something even it simple thing. Where Jake would laugh things off, Jermaine would sit me down and explain how dangerous it was to run in the hallway, or why I needed to practice walking properly.
It's funny—he was actually younger than Jake, but you wouldn't know it—i mean we all know the truth. Jermaine acted like the older brother. He was patient, though. So patient. He's the one who literally taught me how to walk. I'd fall on my butt, and he'd help me up again, over and over, until my legs finally got it.
That was Jermaine. Loving, strict but fun way actually not to strick, stressed out of his mind for anything stupid things Jake do—but always there.
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And our parents? Joshua and Margaret?
They were legends in their own way. Joshua had that gruff detective vibe, always wearing his gray fedora, always ready with some sarcastic comment. Margaret had a motherly warmth, like she could kiss away any pain...but that women its dangerous even with that personality,one time she show me that secret room full of weapons...like the one i Saw in the show,and it way bigger then the show shown. ....how i could Remember this?
Anyway together, they'd been investigators, adventurers, fighters of the weird and bizarre well that is their job. And trust me—Ooo had plenty of bizarre. Demons, curses, haunted objects—you name it. Joshua had this weird hobby of keeping cursed junk, too. Demonic swords—and yeah dad really show me that demon blood sword that i would have later, creepy trinkets, things that whispered when the lights went out. Stuff that definitely should've been destroyed, but instead got shoved into storage "just in case."
That job made them strong. Stronger than most dogs, stronger than most people but not as strong as billy, really. And for a while, life felt steady. Even if I was still figuring out my new life as finn now—the MC,yeah I'm sorta take his position now,and I had a family...his family,well that what should been.
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But time doesn't stop, even in Ooo.
The years passed. Jake's powers showed up when he hit twelve. At first it was small—stretching a paw to reach the cookie jar, bending his body a little too far during hide-and-seek. But soon he was growing giant legs, ballooning like a blimp, turning into shapes you wouldn't believe.
Everyone was surprised. None of us had powers like that—by that, i mean them. Not Jermaine, not Joshua, not Margaret. But our parents just shrugged and said, "Well, that's Ooo for ya. Weird things happen all the time."even though Joshua and Margaret know about this and so do i,i watch that episode.
And that was that.
Still, it made Jake… different,so special.
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But then came the hardest part.
Dogs age faster than humans. Way faster. One day, Joshua and Margaret just… weren't the same. Their fur went gray. Their steps slowed. They spent more time sitting on the porch, less time chasing monsters or solving mysteries.
And then, one morning, they were gone right after i turn 5. That happened couple months ago.
I won't describe it too much. Some things hurt too much to put into words. But I will say this: Jermaine stayed behind to collect dad stuff. He took the cursed items, the haunted junk, the demonic baggage—and he made it his responsibility. "Someone has to guard it," he said, "or it'll just spill back into the world and let some jerk to used it to do something bad."he said just casually but i know that little bit sad in his voice.
That was Jermaine. Always carrying the weight.
And me? I couldn't stop him...it also hurt seeing them gone.
Jake? He didn't argue either. He just nodded, gave Jermaine a hug, and said, "Don't get too stressed out, bro. If you need us just called ok?"he said with warm smile , Jermaine nodden.
Then it was just me and Jake.
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So here we are now. Walking through the grasslands, looking for a place to call our own, Just a boy and his yellow magic dog brother.
It's weird—after losing so much, after leaving Jermaine behind, I thought I'd feel emptier. But sitting on Jake's back, holding tight to his warm fur, listening to him hum like nothing could ever go wrong… I didn't feel empty.
I felt like maybe, just maybe, we were going to be okay.
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Jake POV
"Ladilalaldaaa… oh man, thank Golb that coal guy was a nice person, right Finn?" I said with my usual tone, trying to act like the reliable big brother to my little bro.
"Yeah, we saved time, Jake. Still, you should be more careful now, bro," Finn said, scolding me like he always does.
"Haha, whatever you say, buddy. Say, Finn—like I said, we should have our new house with a pond in the front. Doesn't that sound cool?" I stretched my face closer to my little bro, who was holding tight on my back while I was still walking in massive size.
"That sounds good, Jake—I'm not against the idea, bro. If our house looks awesome, that's a big plus!" Finn nodded, agreeing with me, and that made me smile wide.
"Alright, hold tight, let's speed things up! Wohoooo!!" I shouted, stretching my long limbs and picking up speed.
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To be honest, I'm still surprised seeing how mature my little bro acts sometimes. He reminds me a lot of Jermaine. And if I'm being real, it's still very painful thinking about the day our parents died—that morning, right after Finn turned five. The kid took it heavy, even with that calm little face he puts on. Jermaine too, even though I saw him crying when he thought no one was looking.
Me? I couldn't hold back either, man… Jake doesn't like sad things, but I cried. Still, I knew I had to stay strong—for Finn.
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Me and Jermaine grew up together. But Finn, he grew slower. At first I thought maybe it was because he was some kind of humanoid mutant, like most folks in Ooo. But then our parents told us he was human. A real human. The legendary creatures from the past who once ruled the planet.
They only figured it out months after finding him. They even searched the library, digging through books to make sure.
But none of that mattered to us. Human, mutant, whatever—he was our little brother. And I made it my mission to be a reliable big bro for him. I taught him all the jokes and tricks I knew. And yeah, for years, me and Jermaine spent our time playing with him whenever Mom and Dad were busy with their jobs.
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Years went by, and then—bam—I got powers. Out of nowhere, I suddenly had magical stretch powers. I could twist, bend, shapeshift into anything. At first it was small stuff, but later it got crazy. Honestly? It was awesome.
Life was good. I was around fifteen to eighteen then. And since dogs age fast, I grew up quick, but by the time I hit eighteen or so in dog years, my body slowed down. I stopped aging so fast, kinda like I froze somewhere in between.
I went to college, played Card Wars, even fooled around as a professional robber—an very successful criminal ..haha, don't tell Finn that part. Life was fun.
Until that day.
The day our parents died.
That broke me. I couldn't do reckless stuff anymore. I remember crying silently when I saw their lifeless bodies on the bed. Burying them with Jermaine was the hardest thing I've ever done. And I couldn't let Finn see them like that… he had just turned five.
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That night, after we buried Mom and Dad, Jermaine and I sat down to figure out what to do. I suggested we move, start a new life somewhere else. But Jermaine shook his head. He said he had a responsibility to protect Dad's cursed junk.
That was Jermaine for you—always taking the heavy load.
So in the end, it was just me and Finn who would go. Of course, I still helped Jermaine move Dad's stuff to his own place. Turned out, Jermaine already had a house, a safe spot where he kept all the antiques and cursed gear from Dad's adventures with Mom. He didn't tell us until then.
And that's why now, it's just me and Finn, heading out into Ooo to find a new home.
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Finn POV
"Hey Jake," I leaned forward, chin pressed against my big bro's move closelly to his wide shoulder? as the wind pushed my white bear hat back. "So… you already imagined how our new house would look, right? You said it had to have a pond. But do you know what I imagined our house would look like?"
Jake's giant legs stretched and carried us smoothly over the grassy hills of Ooo, each step making little critters scatter below. His big yellow face twisted around with that wide goofy grin of his. "Oh yeah? What is it, bro? What's it gonna look like when you imagine it?"
I grinned, my eyes lighting up like stars. "A giant tree fort! Isn't that awesome?!"
Jake gasped so loud it sounded like thunder. "GASP! A GIANT TREE FORT?!" He bounced in excitement, nearly shaking me off. "Bro, that would be so awesome! A giant tree house just for us—tons of rooms, and we could stash all the adventure loot we collect! Ohhh, that's the dream!"
I laughed, clutching his neck tighter so I wouldn't fall. "Exactly! Adventure, treasure, maybe even a great view! Everything an adventurer could need!"
And I wasn't just saying that for fun. Deep down, I was foreshadowing what I already knew—the treehouse that Finn and Jake would live in one day. But seeing Jake's reaction, it didn't matter if I knew the future or not. The idea was real to us right now, and it made him glow with joy.
"Man, Finn…" Jake stretched his neck back to look me in the eye, still smiling wide. "That's genius. We're gonna make that happen, buddy."
Yeah. That was the life I wanted now,yes i wouldn't said i don't like quite slow life but this world of Adventure Time!—It's written clearly in the title that this world is about "adventure" that why i wouldn't missed the chance to doing that! When we left our old house—the place where Mom and Dad had lived—Jake once asked me what I wanted to do. I didn't even hesitate. I said I wanted to be an adventurer.
I remember Jake chuckling back then, patting me on the head, and saying, 'Okay, buddy. Then let's be adventurers.'
And now here we were. Out in the wide world of Ooo, chasing that dream together.
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We kept walking for a while, heading further from the forest and across the rolling fields. Before long, we reached the edges of Candy Kingdom territory.
Jake explained the place to me in that easy-going way of his—how the kingdom was ruled by Princess Bubblegum, and how the citizens were living candy people. I acted like I didn't know anything, nodding and asking little kid questions, but in truth I was soaking it all in. It was different being here, really seeing it instead of just knowing it.
The air even smelled sweet, like sugar and baked bread. My five-year-old body was buzzing with excitement, even if my mind was way older than it looked.
But then—
BOOM!
An explosion rattled the ground. The sound echoed across the hills, coming from deep inside the Candy Kingdom.
"What was that?!" I shouted, jerking upright on Jake's back. My heart raced. I might've tried to act surprised, but the truth was—I really was.
Jake's body stretched, his neck elongating like a telescope so he could see the distance. His goofy grin vanished, replaced with a frown. "Looks like the kingdom's under attack."
"Under attack?!" I gasped, gripping my backpack straps tight. "We have to go help them!"
Jake shook his head slowly, his voice calm but firm. "We shouldn't, little bro. That's not our business. We're not heroes."
"Not heroes?" I echoed, staring at him. Then I yanked my oversized green backpack around and dug inside. With effort, I pulled out a small hunting knife and a crossbow. They looked almost comically big in my small hands, but I held them steady.
Jake's eyes went wide. "Finn—what the—?! Why do you have those?!"
I didn't flinch. "They were Mom's. I… I took them. Just in case."
Jake blinked, torn between shock and pride. "Man… you're five!"
"so what?!," I said firmly, clutching the crossbow. "We can't just run away while people are in danger. Mom and Dad always said to help others. So… let's do it. Let's be heroes."
For a moment, Jake was quiet. I thought maybe he'd scold me, or laugh it off, or just stretch us away from the danger. But instead, his shoulders slumped and he let out a long sigh.
Then he smiled.
"Heheh… Alright, lil' bro. You said it. Then let's go save those sweet people!"
My grin nearly split my face. "Yeah! Let's go!"
Jake cracked his knuckles and turned his big yellow body toward the Candy Kingdom. He crouched low, ready to sprint.
I pumped my fist in the air, shouting, "What time is it?!"
Jake glanced at me sideways, eyebrow raised. "Uh… what?"
"It's adventure time!" I declared, proud and loud.
Jake stared for a beat, then burst into laughter. "Hahaha! Ohhh, good one, little bro. That your catchphrase? Heh, I like it. Yeah—you're right." He grinned, eyes gleaming. "It's adventure time!"
And with that, my big brother Jake stretched forward, charging us toward the smoke and chaos of the Candy Kingdom.
Our first real adventure was about to begin.
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Ok end of the story...
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