DOUGH: chapter 10 damm never write this long,sorry guys it late—i got writteblock and artblock aaaaannnnd my usual health issue heheh, my mind was like Blank literally don't have will do drawing or even written...
LEMON:Yeah...you also got a pretty strong diarrhea, right? Because you drank 32 glasses/mugs of coffee....
DOUGH:EY! HUUUSH
LEMON: DON'T HUUUSH ME MISTER! LIKE, WHY THE HELL YOU DRINK THAT MUCH???
DOUGH: let's have this conversation in discord not here..geeeez, anyway Enjoy!
LEMON:HEY!!!
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In the Badlands desert of the Ooo continent, long known for filled with bones, ruins, and all kinds of nasty stuff you probably already know about, this place is one of the most dangerous parts of Ooo. So It's no surprise there's a giant Monster with four claws and big tail of a scorpion here, with tails that don't just stab you — they shoot venom if you're not good at dodging.
"Wooooaah! Jake, on your left!" Finn called out as he swung his golden sword at the giant Arachnida claws that size of 3 school bus but didn't nothing as the think exoskeleton. The claw of that thing swing to the boy as the Ten year old kid pushed back by the weight of it Shell himself with his sword.
"Hiiiiissssss!!!" the giant insect screeched as it tried to cut Finn in half again, but failed.
"I know, Finn!! Woooah! Woo!! Hahaha, miss me—yaiks!" Jake shouted as he dodged the venom perfectly."Jake!" Finn yelled as he deflected the scorpion's stinger."I'm okay, man! Don't worry, just focus on your part!"said Jake to the young human as the kid dodged another attack from the giant scorpion's claw.
"Woaaah! I'm trying, Jake, but this thing's exoskeleton is really tough—like, really thick!" Finn said, using his beat-up golden sword to shield himself from another strike of the giant scorpion's claw,but instend he getting knocked back again by it.
"Aaaagh!" Finn grunted as he flew back, then flipped himself midair regain his balance— so he didn't crash into the sand wall behind him or anything that would be hurt get crashing into.
"Phewww, that was a close call—" his breath was cut short as he dodged another claw attack.
"Woaaah! This thing won't even let me breathe…" the human said as he kept dodging the relentless claw strikes. Meanwhile, Jake was dealing with another claw of the giant scorpion. Using his elastic body, he stretched and maneuvered between the monster's strikes. The claws were huge, yet the monster could launch attacks at an annoying speed, quickly wearing them down.
"Whoaaa—yaaah! Take this!" Jake said as he enlarged his fist and uppercut the scorpion's massive claw. It bounced back, but didn't do much damage.
"What the bubbins!...man, this guy didn't even flinch! Our attacks aren't doing anything—this is getting annoy—YIKES!" Jake cut himself off as he dodged several surprise sprays of venom shot from the giant scorpion's tail toward him.
"Wow! That was close! Phew.... I almost become a melted dawg," Jake said as he watched the venom melt the sand into some kind of green goo the smell from the venom goes to the dog nose as Jake face makes his face wrinkled by the stink of it.
"Bleh…ewww reminds me of Slime Princess's vomit on that time,smell like it tio....now i think about it,im gonna be sick! HMP!" the yellow pitbull said in disgust as he dodged another attack from the thing—while holding back the urge to vomit. "Jake! Focus, bro!" Finn said as he swung his sword, using the motion to move his small body. He dodged the scorpion's claws easily, using his own weight and the momentum of his sword to bounce himself freely — a really smart tactic for such a young human.
"Aaaand don't remind me of that, dude! You're gonna make me throw up!" Finn added in disgust, remembering that incident."aaagh HMF!! ok too late..HUAAAAAK!"said Finn as he vomited onto the sand below.
While the boy and the dog were busy fighting the giant monster, someone else was there — a giant old snapping turtle sitting in the shade, calmly watching the two youngsters fight while sipping his herbal tea.
"Hmmmm, aaah! Bu çay her Zaman çok lezzetli olmuştur… (This tea always hits the spot)… zazaza, me glad me brought lots," he said with a content look, completely unbothered by the scene in front of him as he watched the two youngsters fight with their lives on the line. The old turtle watched the entertainment in front of him with full enthusiasm, like someone who hadn't seen this kind of thing in a long time.
"Zazaza, they sure are really tough fıstık (nuts). Zaza gotta give them that—they've got the guts to fight something eight times their size," he said as he took another sip of his tea.
"Well, they always do this! Also they fough bigger one then this! And I'm sure they can beat that thing!" said another voice.
The old turtle wasn't alone under the shade of the massive, destroyed highway that protected them from the Badlands heat. Beside him sat a tiny, Game Boy–looking computer. The little fella sat there cutely, cheering for his friends.
"Yaaaay! Go Finn! Go Jake!" BMO shouted, their screen-face looking happy.
"Zazazaza… Küçük arkadaş (little friend), you have two very great friends—they're very agile at avoiding that giant akrep (scorpion) monster attacks." said the old turtle, chuckling between sips of his herbal tea."Mm! Mm! Of course they are! Hehehehe.."said the little robot confirm it—Meanwhile, the two heroes were still in the middle of the fight against the thing. At this point, all they could really do was dodge its attacks — they couldn't deal any real damage to the giant scorpion with a single slash or punch.
"Hiyaaaaah! Haaaaik!" Finn yelled as he tried to hurt the scorpion, but it was useless.
"Well… this is tough," Finn said as he bounced back and caught his breath.
Meanwhile, Jake threw plenty of uppercuts and side punches at the monster, but just like before, it didn't work. The magic dog bounced back near his little brother.
"Fiuh… huff, huff… yeah, this is getting frustrating. Finn, any ideas?" Jake asked.
Finn frowned, thinking hard—using all brain power he could master to find a away in this situation —"I'm thinking about it, Jake. This thing's thicker than anything else. My scarlet sword can't even scratch the surface. This guy's outer shell — its exoskeleton — is just too thick…" Then it hit Finn. He remembered some subjects he learned from Princess Bubblegum when she took him under her wing as his teacher. He remembered lessons about the Insect Kingdom and the different classes and species in it. PB said it was good knowledge for Finn, so he could handle himself better when encountering sentient bugs or something in his Adventures later on—and now was the perfect time to remember it.
He recalled the class Arachnida, like spiders, ticks, mites—and what do you know scorpion was one of them. He remember a pieces of a scorpion's biological structure that he read on and part of the exoskeleton clicked in his head—and he finally knew how to defeat it.
"Jake! I got an idea how to beat it!" Finn shouted as he realized that the whole time he'd been thinking, Jake had been carrying him while they both dodged the venom sprays shooting from the scorpion's tail."Ah, really?! Great, dude! I'm already exhausted from dodging all this venom!" Jake said as he used his shapeshifting ability to avoid every attack. "Well, you'll be happy to know this plan involves the tail of this blibblab," Finn said with a smirk as Jake put him down in a safe spot.
"Hmmm, what? It involves that part?" Jake asked, curious about the plan.
"Yup… so you ready, bro? Or do you need me to explain it more and take our time?" Finn said, swinging his sword and pointing it toward the monster."Naaaah, I'll take the first one—let's finish that thing!" Jake said as he clenched his fist and made it huge.
"Good dog!" Finn said.
The old turtle, who had been watching the whole time, was amazed at how the two brothers handled it now as they adapt to the current situation. He was especially impressed by how fast Finn was thinking, using his brain in battle instead of just brute force.
"Giyazazazaza, bu çok ilginç! Çok ilginç! (That's interesting! Very interesting!) Zazaz, it's rare to see genç yavrular (younglings) adventuring these days and actually using their brains for once, zazaza," the turtle commented toward finn and Jake."hihihi that Finn for you! He always smart!"said BMO waving their Tiny robot arms up in chearfull tone."yaaaay! Goo finn! Goo Jake!" Make the Giant turtle shakes his head in amuse.
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As the two brothers finally found a way to beat the giant scorpion monster, both Finn and Jake made sure they wouldn't get hurt while executing the plan. As they started, Jake enlarged his body and grew another pair of arms. With four arms, he managed to lock down all four of the scorpion's claws.
"HUAWAAAA! Got you, ugly bug!" roared the yellow pitbull as he grabbed and restrained the scorpion's claws, keeping it distracted.
Meanwhile, ten-year-old Finn stood on top of Jake, ready to jump."Come on… come on… move your stinger! Shoot the venom right now…" Finn muttered, already in position on top of Jake's head."SKRRRRRRRK—KKKK!!!" The giant insect made an uncomfortable sound as Jake caught its claws."where the blib you think going!—maaaan...your breath stinks!"said Jake as he keep tight grip on it.
The monster looked more annoyed by Jake's sudden restraint as it tried to free its claws from his grip over and over again. As a creature that didn't have much intelligence, it grew more and more frustrated, to the point it seem didn't have choice and then it lifted its tail upward, preparing to spray venom.
"NOW! JAKE! LAUNCH ME, BRO!" Finn shouted, giving the signal.
"Uwaaa! One flying boy coming right up!" Jake said as he shapeshifted, forming a catapult above his head and launching Finn toward the stinger scorpion.
"Yaiyaiyaiyai!!!! Jam this!" Finn yelled as his scarlet sword pierced straight through the scorpion's stinger, penetrating it deeply and instantly hurting the creature.
"SKRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAK!" roared the monster as it felt the pain. "Aha! Got you now, fudge!" Finn said as he shoved his golden sword deeper into the stinger's softer exoskeleton, which was only as hard as light wood.
"SKKKKKRRRRKK!!!" The giant scorpion felt intense pain in its sensitive weak spot, its body going into convulsions from the damage to its stinger.
"Woo—woaaaah, it worked!" Jake said with a grin, seeing his little brother's plan succeed as the monster writhed in pain."Hahaha, take that!" Jake mocked.
"SKRRRIIIIIKS!!" The monster thrashed wildly, trying to break free while swinging its tail around violently, attempting to throw little Finn off as his sword remained lodged in its stinger. "Waa—woaaah! Woaaah!" Finn scream as his body swung along with the stinger's movement. He kept a tight grip on his golden sword, stabbing it even deeper. His small ten-year-old hands were bleeding from gripping the hilt so hard.
"Woaaaah!!" Finn scream again as the giant scorpion kept swinging its tail.
"FINN!!!!!" Jake yelled, as his attention snapping to his little brother's situation. He nearly loosened his grip on the monster's claws want to save finn.
"Wait a second, little buddy! I'm com—"
"JAKE!!! DON'T! DON'T LETIT GO! KEEP HOLDING THE SCORPION'S CLAWS TIGHT!! I'M ALRIGHT!!" Finn shouted from above, stopping him.
The little human released one hand from the sword and started rummaging through his green backpack. His bleeding hand kept digging inside as his tiny body swung wildly with the scorpion's tail — yet he still held on tightly to the sword, not looking like he was about to fall at all. Jake just nodded and focused all his strength on holding the monster's claws as tightly as possible. Using his shapeshifting power, he reinforced his body to fully lock down the scorpion's claws.
"Aaaaagh! Hold still, you!" the yellow pitbull growled as he pushed the giant scorpion back, trying to subdue it.
"SKRRRIIIIIKS!! SKRRRIIIIIKS!!" the creature roared as it was forced backward."Oh no you don't, ugly!" Jake snapped.
"Man, egggh do i already told you, your breath is nasty!?" he added with a grin, still able to joke even in this situation. Meanwhile, Finn kept holding his sword, still pierced deep into the creature's stinger. With his free hand, he pulled something out of his backpack—8-inch-long, 1.2-inch-wide red cylindrical sticks.
Dynamite. A whole bunch of it.
"I hope this works… seeing how not-so-thick this thing's exoskeleton is on its stinger, it should take a lot of damage from these dynamites!" the child said as he strapped all twelve sticks onto the stinger with his bleeding hand, while his other hand stayed firmly gripping the sword. "Heeeeeek!!! Aaaagh! You blood—stay still!" Jake shouted as he kept the monster's claws locked tight with all his might. But he growing tired of dealing with the struggling beast, he gritted his teeth and yelled, "HMMMMM!! You know what? Eat this—hak-pow!"
Jake grew another pair of paws and punched the giant scorpion straight in the face.
"Hiyyaaaa! Hack-pow!! Pow! Rattatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatata!!!!! Taaaaa!!!!" the yellow dog shouted as he delivered multiple sucker punches."How you like that, huh?!" Jake yelled again, following up with a hard uppercut.
"SKKKKKKKRRRRKK!!!" the monster roared, growing even more enraged."Huyaaaah! Hiyaaah! Hiyayayayayaya!!" Jake threw a few more punches, landing direct hits on the softer shell of the monster's face.
"Huh!? So your face isn't as tough as the rest of your body after all! Alright, this'll do!" Jake said after realizing the scorpion's face was its weak spot. The monster grunted in rage as it took countless punches from Jake's extra limbs, each sucker punch making the flesh under his soft exoskeleton on its face twitch in annoyance.
"Huahaha! Hey, Finn! I think I found this bozo another weak sp—"His words were cut short as a loud, booming sound came from above.
KAAAABOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!
The loud sound of the explosion was followed by massive dark smoke filling the view. The yellow dog slowly lifted his face upward, eyes wide with shock and fear, his mouth hanging open.
His eyes blew wide in sudden shock, the whites showing as fear snapped through him a heartbeat too late. His mouth dragged downward into a stiff, trembling frown, like his face couldn't decide whether to scream or stay silent.
The color seemed to drain from the yellow dog's expression as he stared ahead, caught between surprise and fear—too startled to move, too scared to look away. That split-second delay passed before he finally screamed.
"What in GOLB'S NAME! FIIINNNN!!!" Jake shouted as he snapped back to his senses, only to see his baby brother in free fall—with a grin on his face. "Huahahahahah!" laughed the young human as he free-fell after blowing up the scorpion's stinger. He wore a happy grin while looking up at the massive dark cloud of smoke from the explosion. He couldn't hear anything right now—his eardrums were ringing hard—and he could feel the wind rushing past his small frame as he dropped. But there one thing in his mind that lingering with the smile as it he was damn sure the monster was screaming in pain from the damage he cause.
And yeah,it is.
"SKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACKS!!"
A deafening shockwave came from the monster as it screamed, feeling part of its body gone and the pain crawling through its nerves.
"Huahahahahah!!" the boy laughed even louder—until he was suddenly caught by his stretching dog brother.
"Got you!" said Jake as he shapeshifted and launched himself forward to catch his baby brother. "Sup, Jake," Finn said, looking at his brother who caught him.
"Man, you crazy, dude—you didn't tell me the explosion part of the plan earlier," Jake said as they were still in midair.
"What? It's a surprise attack after all, bro," Finn replied.
"Man, you're grizz as nuts, Finn," Jake said as he curled into a ball, wrapping Finn inside before they landed—not too gently—onto a pile of sand.
"Ooof! Ouch, my back hurts. I'm starting to miss my soft bed at the tree house," Jake groaned as he lay back before standing up and cracking his back with loud sound.
CRACK!
"whistle, man that sound very cracky hehe, you good now Jake?"eard his brother streatch his back up and hear the crack sound,he laught between his word.
"Hmm yup I'm good, but man—you know what finn? All this thing you pulled out Always got me thinking—how much stuff did you pack, Finn? Last time it was gas masks, tear gas, and now this. Seriously, bro, you're starting to resemble Mom that bonkers." the pitbull commented on his brother's behavior.
"Heh, well, I'm glad too—also… seems we're not finished yet, Jake," Finn said casually, pointing at the monster groaning and screaming in pain.
"Huh? Oh, ah, right. We still gotta deal with that thing," Jake said in his laid-back tone. The duo looked at the monster writhing in pain, its exoskeleton legs moving nonstop and causing small earthquakes around the area. Smoke rose as sand particles clumped together into thick dust clouds.
"SKKKKKR! SKKKKR!" the creature cried as he moving his massive body, swinging its broken stinger left and right. Its massive claws smashed into buried ruins and sandstone hidden beneath the sand.
"Okay, now what? What's phase two, dude?" Jake asked, standing beside Finn while his big ol'eyes look at that thing.
Meanwhile, Finn bandaged his hands, stopping the bleeding."We attack, of course—hehe," the boy said as he tightened the bandage. "That explosion should've done a lot of damage to it, so we just need to deal even more."said finn."ok how?"Jake ask back at him with one eyes brown raised."hold on i need to bandaged this."reply the boy.
"Annnnd....Okay, that should stop the bleeding"said finn already treated his hands—he look back at his dog brother."… anyway, bro, did you notice anything, Jake? When you were locking down its claws?" Jake raised one eyebrow, thinking about what his little brother was getting at—then his ear flicked up as he finally understood.
"Weakness?! Oh! Yeah, dude, I found one! It's the face! That guy's face is hella soft—ugly too, though. Hard to see 'cause its shell or whatever hides it—" Jake said, pointing at the scorpion monster, which was still thrashing around like a toddler throwing a tantrum.
Then it suddenly stopped… and locked its angry gaze on them.
"Oh—uh… it's looking back here," Jake said as the whites of his eyes shrank, his sockets going wide.
"I can see that, Jake," Finn said as he noticed the monster stop flailing and start charging toward them. The ground shook beneath their feet with every step.
"Welp…" Finn muttered, then continued"Let's just end this, man."Finn rummaged through his green backpack, searching for something he could use as a weapon since he'd lost his golden (scarlet) sword in the explosion and had no idea where it landed.
"Finn… Finnn… FINN! COME ON, DUDE! IT'S GETTING FASTER HERE!" Jake cried, starting to panic as the monster charged closer.
"Hold on, bro, I'm looking for something that could wo—ah ha!" Finn said, pulling out something that looked like a bunch of pink squares with thin wires attached.
"This should work," Finn said.
Jake looked at it, clearly skeptical.
"Huh? What is that Grip-a-Grap? Are you sure about tha—"
Jake's words were cut short as both of them looked up and saw massive claws right above them, about to crash down.
"GHHHH!!!" the dog yelped as he grabbed his brother and dodged out of the way.
The claws slammed into the sandy ground, kicking up huge clouds of dust, but narrowly missed the duo.
"Holy sharm! That was close," Jake said."Nice reflex, Jake! Now's our chance, bro—go for that claw!" Finn said, pointing at the claw that almost crushed them.
"What? Go to the claw?! Are you crazy?!—don't tell me it's also part of your plan???" said Jake in a skeptical tone."Yup, just do it, dude," said the ten-year-old."Aaagh… fine!!" said Jake, as Finn still held the pink square object in his hand.
"Hmmm, oh man…inhale....alright!" said Jake get ready then he stretched his body and bounced toward the massive claw."Huff! Hiyaa!" he yelped as he launched himself at it—just as the claw moved upward, the monster looking at the spot where it thought the duo were.
The thing's eyes checked the spot but didn't find the two of them—unknown to it, both of them were strapped onto its own claw."Phewww… now what?" asked Jake to Finn.
"Now launch me to that guy's face," said Finn without hesitation."Wh—WHAT!! Bro, that's crazy, dude! You just survived an explosion earlier!" said Jake, looking at his little brother.
"Nah, it's gonna be alright—also, that was just small fireworks, heheh," said Finn.
Seeing Finn's usual attitude, Jake let out a worried grunt before his dog ears perked up."Yeah right, small firewor—hold on! Hmmmm, I've got a better idea, Finn."
Hearing that, Finn grew curious.
"What's that?"
Meanwhile, as everything unfolded, our well-known spectators were pretty well entertained watch from afar safe.
"Oh! Amanin… amanin (oh my-my), this looks pretty interesting, eh?" said Adl, the snapping turtle showing clear praise for the young heroes.
"Zazazaza! As always, these gençler (youngsters) are really something, zazazaza. Didn't expect that boy—Finn—to have such a crazy mind, zazaza. This kid's got brains, alright, zazaza!" laughed the turtle, loud and booming.
"Hehehe, that's right! Aren't they awesome?!" chirped the little robot.
"Hahaha, gerçekten de! Gerçekten de! (Indeed! Indeed!)—but still, it's a bit dangerous, isn't it, lil robot? That explosion almost caused friendly fire, right? Zazaza," said Adl. The whole time, he was holding Finn's scarlet (golden) sword, which had been thrown toward him and BMO by the explosion, pinched between just two fingers like it was a toothpick—it had almost destroyed the small robot."Yer alright, lil robot?" asked the turtle, his rough look turning gentle."Yup! BMO alright! Thank you! Thank you!" said the little robot.
"Zazazaza, me glad yer alright, little buddy," said the old turtle in a joyful tone. "Now, shall we put this somewhere safe enough for your friend's kılıç (sword)? Zazaza. He probably gonna need this lots of times later—don't need it go missin', ain't that right? Zazaza." The turtle said as he put the sword inside his massive shell.
"Hehehe, yeah that's right! Hehehe, Finn sure gonna need that—and sir, wooow, you caught that sword so easy! That was awesome!" said BMO in awe as he watched the old turtle tuck Finn's sword into his shell, their digital face shifting with wonder. "Were you an adventurer before, Mr. Adl?"
The old turtle just laughed at BMO's question."Me? Zazazaza, sorry lil' bud, but I ain't an adventurer. Zazaza, I'm just a common turtle that's lived quite a long, zazazaza!" replied the turtle.
"Really?? But—but you look so strong! BMO saw you catch that sword so easily!" said the little robot in an innocent tone, still unconvinced by what the turtle was saying.
"Zazazaza, am I? Everyone could do that back in my time, zazaza," the turtle said casually."Zazazaza, you're a funny one, lil' ahbap (buddy)," he added, gently patting BMO's rectangular head with his large hand as the small square robot looked up at him.
"hmmf… BMO not convinced! HMP! HMP!" the little robot protested cutely, only to earn a joyful laugh from the old turtle.
"Zazazaza, aren't you a cute little one?"
—but their chat was cut short by another explosion, followed by the giant scorpion's scream.
BOOOOOM!!!
"SKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!"
The wave of sound and the blast were more than enough to shake the air.
"Vay… vay (well… well)… zazazaza, what interesting things are they doing now?" said the giant snapping turtle as he watched smoke rise from the monster's direction.
In the distance, a couple more explosions could be heard, and a random yellow-looking creature was flying around the scorpion—well, more like gliding around it, sometimes landing on top of its claws before launching itself upward again.
And it wasn't just some random yellow creature gliding there… because it was none other than Jake the Dog. He had shapeshifted himself flat like a glider while holding someone—a ten-year-old, Finn the Human while that kid holding a crossbow and he keep firing at the scorpion non-stop reloading and firing the arrows as it keep exploding right on its face when make contact to it.
"Wooooohooooo! Yeah, get 'em, Finn!" shouted Jake as the brothers cornered the monster.
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Finn's POV
Why did I never think about this sooner? Hahaha! This is clearly the fastest and most fun way to keep dealing damage to this monster. Man, Jake is a genius sometimes—and i feel dumb right now when asking him you launch me to this monster face earlier.
"Hahaha, man, this is really fun! Jake, you're a genius, bro!" I said as I kept shooting it with Mom's crossbow. The arrow tips had my homemade Composition C-4 strapped to them with wires as triggers. Yeah… C-4. You didn't misread that.
How do I even know how to make this, you ask? Well, believe it or not, it also came from the Enchiridion somehow. I don't know how the heck this thing's recipe was in there, but it had another name for it. It was called explosion clay components. And how did I recognize it? Because the picture printed on the page looked just like C-4—only waaaaaaay more fantasy like you found on those mideavel art style—same goes with the tear gas.
Well, I'll be honest—that's a really bizarre thing to put inside a literal handbook for heroes. It feels more like something meant for a bunch of terrorists than actual heroes, not gonna lie. But then again… I guess I'm getting used to it. Somehow, it doesn't bother me that much anymore.
If it helps me be a hero—just like the real Finn—then that's already enough for me. Because I know I'm gonna need a lot of power when I finally meet him later on. I couldn't kill that thing easily, but to give it a decent fight, I'm gonna need even more later.
Anyway—this is fun! Shooting arrows with explosive components on them and seeing them blow up is really satisfying.
"Shuuuuuuu, shoot 'em more, Finn!" said Jake as we kept gliding around the monster—while i keep fast reload the Arrows to my (mom) crossbow and keep raining the monster face with it."on it! Bro!"i said as i press the trigger—shoot em more.
"SKRRRRRRRRRRR!!!" cried the giant scorpion from each explosion.
BOOOOM!
KAAABOOOOM!!!
BOOOOMM!!!
Lots of explosions could be heard and seen as smoke rose into the air. A couple more arrows detonated, landing fatal hits on the scorpion, blowing apart its massive face and making its huge body crash down into the sand. The impact sent up a massive wave of dust, and the dead body smashed through old building ruins and broken vehicles buried there.
"Hahah, got 'em!" said Finn, raising one hand in victory.
"Haha, nice," replied Jake as he made another arm and high-fived Finn while they were still in the air.
After a while, we landed on top of the deceased giant scorpion's body gently—well i hope so at first."we landed finn—YIKES OUCH OUCH OUCH HOT! HOT HOT!"said Jake as i follow him."YIIIIKEEES! HOT HOT!"before our butt feel burn because this guy top is very dang hot—literally. This guy outler Shell is, but still...we now can catching our breath now as all the fight it over.
"Man… this day is really exhausting. First those guys in Cassi—or whatever that place was called—that cornered us earlier with those homeless dudes, and now this… phewww. I can feel my dog years catching up to me," said my yellow pitbull adopted brother,as he sat down on the scorpion's massive exoskeleton. "And I don't wanna die young yet, not before I propose to lady."I looked at Jake and shook my head when I heard his statement. Finally, my butt had adjusted to the scorpion's hot shell as I rummaged through my backpack again and put my crossbow back inside.
"Geeez, chill out, you goose—you and I aren't gonna die from that, hehehehe. We're way too cool to die to some mere giant insect," I said, hyping him up in my own way, trying to bait Jake.
I saw his ears perk up as he looked at me."Hmmmm… heh you're right! We're waasssay too cool to die like that, hahaha," Jake said as he bounced up on his two feet. "This is just nuts—we can handle way more than this!"
"YAaay Yeah! That's the spirit, bro! We can handle everything 'cause we're the coolest heroes of Ooo!" I said again. I kept going because I was hyping myself up too—it worked waaay too perfectly, even I got influenced by my own words.
"Heheh, heck yeah!" said Jake.
"Yeeeeaaah!!" I shouted at the top of my lungs, already way too hyped.
"YEEAAAAH!" Jake followed—so of course we ended up shouting together like idiots.
"YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
We screamed our lungs out like we hadn't just fought a giant monster. Somehow, after twenty whole minutes, we finally stopped.
Both of us were panting for air, stupid smiles and wide grins plastered on our faces.
"Huff… huff… man, we really shouldn't do that, hahah… huffhuff, phewww," Jake said between chuckles."Heheh, yeah… huff huff… agreed…" I said as I pulled out a water bottle from my backpack. "Here, bro."
I handed it to him."Thanks, Finn…" Jake said as he twisted the cap open and started chugging it down. I did the same—turns out we were both crazy thirsty after all that.
"Hmmmm… this water...its...tastes different," Jake said. "It's not weird but… okay, weird—but in a good way."
"Oh, that's 'cause I mixed honey and a couple squeezes of lemon with salt in the water. I heard it's good for stamina recovery," I explained.
(Assistant:i try it myself )
"Woow, really? How'd you know that?" Jake asked, then his eyes widened like he already knew the answer. "Lemme guess… Enchiri—"
"Enchiridion. Yup…" I replied."Man, that book's really handful, huh? Didn't know you actually read it that much. I thought you were just gonna use it as a seat whenever the grass is wet," Jake said.
"Hey, what're you looking at me like that for, dillweed? You know I like to read," I replied with a grin.
"Hahaha, nah, I'm just messin' with you, buddy. I'm glad you read lots of stuff—spesially if book full of jokes becau—" Jake said—right before his stomach growled loud.
"Pffft—hahahahaha!" I laughed when I heard it. For some reason, it sounded ridiculously funny.
"Hehehe, man—my bad. All this fighting made me hungry, I can't help it… anyway, anything in the book that could help with that? Haha," Jake said, half embarrassed, half joking.
"Heh, yeah, I feel that… I could go for some snacks right now... Dunno if there any in Enchiridion, lemme check, hahaha," I joked as I rummaged through my backpack to grab actual food, since I packed a lot of snacks anyway.
"Zazazaza, how about you eat this to fill your stomachs first, Gençler (youngsters)," said Mr. Adl—
EH?!
Both Jake and I jumped back in surprise when a giant snapping turtle suddenly appeared right there. Our faces were pure shock as I shouted, "Sir Adl!!!"what with this guy,i can't even hear him approching us.
"Woooah, dude! You scared us! Wait—how did you even get here???" Jake said, right after my shout.
"Zazazaza, heh—Özür dilerim! Özür dilerim! (My bad, my bad!) Zazazaza… I walked as fast as I could after seeing you two almost done with your little brawl, Gençler (youngsters)," the giant turtle said, laughing with a deep, booming laugh, full of joy.
"But still, sir… how did you get here so fast, let alone climb up here?" I asked in a skeptical tone, even though I tried to hide it by sounding polite.
"Ey? Zazazaza, you're questioning me, Oğul (kid)? Zazazaza. I may be old, but I still got strength in these legs," he replied while patting his legs that one of them is prosthetic leg that look like big chunk of iron—and that answer that only made me even more suspicious of him. Don't get me wrong—I didn't have any bad feelings toward this old turtle. Sure, he scared the hell out of me earlier and even made me pass out in his tea shop with something I swear felt like Conqueror's Haki from One Piece. After thinking about it, it was almost the same thing—there's nothing around here that could knock someone out like that in the first place.
Still, my gut kept telling me this guy is seriously strong. Like, extremely strong. Heck, maybe even on the same level as Billy?! Definitely not just some ordinary old man.
I even started thinking about asking him to become my mentor or something after all this. Why? Because I really believe I could gain a lot more power if I stayed under his wing—or shell—before I finally meet that guy and ask him to train me."n-no sir i just curious."i said with careful polited tone."zazazaza is alright is alright,yer just ask zazazaza..."the big guy just laught at it easy.
"And right—Bu arada (by the way)—here's your robot friend, zazaza. He's really a talkative little fella, zazaza, very fun. And Jake, your backpack—no scratches at all," said the old snapping turtle as he pulled BMO out from his massive, spiky shell, along with Jake's backpack.
"BMO!" me and Jake shouted at the same time when we saw our Gameboy buddy.
"Finn! Jake!!" said the little robot as he jumped from Mr. Adl's big hand toward us. He was seriously hyper-active for a robot—but well, that's just BMO.
"Woaaah! Gotcha!" said Jake as he caught BMO using his stretching ability. "Hey, you little nitwit, be careful there," Jake added in his usual tone.
"Hehehe, BMO's sorry! BMO just so happy to see you two alright! And—and you two were awesome! BMO never see a fight like that before! You were like wrack! wrack! wrack! and then—and then! and then! BOOOM! BOOM! BOOOM!"
I couldn't help but chuckle at the little guy's behavior. He's such an angel.
"Hahaha, aww BMO, you're gonna make me dabush, hehe," I said, using a made-up word—you know what I mean, too many compliments especially from people i closer to me like BMO and I can't handle it. "Heheh, same here, bro. BMO really knows how to make us feel even more awesome," Jake said, agreeing with me as he took his backpack from Mr. Adl's hand. We were still focused on BMO trying to imitate our fight from earlier with his small body, but our attention was cut short by the giant snapping turtle.
"Ahem—AHEM! Hey, hey! Yer two attention spans are really that bad, huh? You Çocuklar (kids) these days don't even listen when elders are trying to give you something to eat… zazazaza. What a bunch of Yaramazlar (brats), so easily distracted—zazazaza, how rude, zazaza," said the turtle.
Both Jake and I froze, realizing he was right, and we immediately felt embarrassed for ignoring him.
"A-ah, hahaha, sorry sir—we didn't mean to," Jake was the first to speak, rubbing the back of his head with an awkward grin.
"Y-yeah… our bad. Sorry," I added, apologizing with an equally awkward smile. As we quickly apologized to him, which the old turtle kindly accepted. With our attention fully on him, he reached into a pouch from inside his shell and pulled something out.
"Now now show me yer two hands."the turtle said,we then straight we both reached out our hands to him."zazaza good good here yer go—two of these should fill you two up!" said the turtle as he handed us something.
They were two oval-shaped fruits, about the size of an of guava fruits (10cm), with deeply wrinkled, leathery skin. Their color ranged from dark brown to almost blackish-brown, like they'd been dried under the sun.
"What's this?" Jake asked, confused, looking at the two fruits in his paw.
"This? This is what I like to call desert gold—very rich in sugar. It should restore your energy more, zazaza," the turtle replied.
Jake looked down and sniffed them."Huh… they look like two giant raisins to me, but—sniff sniff—hmmm, they smell sweet, rich, and slightly caramel-like… kinda different from raisins," Jake commented.
The turtle laughed kindly. "Zazaza, well, Oğul (kid), because this ain't made like raisins that come from grapes, zazaza, it's d—"
"Dates…" I cut him off as I recognized it. This was one of the two reasons me and Jake were here—to find these. The thing Jake and I were holding was none other than dates, especially dried dates. But… how were these so big???
"Zazaza, yer right, Finn Oğul (kiddo). You recognized it fast, zazaza. Yes, these are dates," the turtle confirmed.
"Dates? You mean these are the dates? The fruit?" Jake said, staring at them. "One of the two fruits we were looking for? No wonder they look familiar… Man, these are really big. Still kinda look like giant raisins to me though, hehe."
"Aaagh...Jake..."I slowly shook my head at my brother's behavior."heheh.."
Jake looked back at the dates. "Mmmkay, hold up," he said, thinking. His eyes lingered on the two dried sweets resting on his yellow paw. He poked one with his thumb, letting it squish a little, then opened his mouth.
"Wellp, shouldn't let these babies go uneaten… wonder what dates taste like—hammm!" Jake said before stuffing both dates into his mouth at once as his jaw slowly moving—Then his facial expression changed.
There was a pause—
a long one.
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JAKE'S POV
Do you know how its feel being kiss in mouth by sweet sweet angel? No I'm not talking about my girlfriend lady nor angel Made by candy no not at all but fruit angel from nature! Oh is such blessing man! I...i never knew there such fruits could be these sweet! Ooh~ truely truely im bless being alive!!! I truely grateful, mommy! I glad you gaving birth to me! Hueahahah..
(Author:i believe she didn't do that...)
This taste truely, truely sweet that come from heaven! A sweet! Sweet!, caramel-like flavor being cover with rever of honey i could taste that as each bites ist keep rebooting my brain.
The flavor's just… man, it won't leave my mouth. I keep chewing real slow, like I'm scared it'll run away or somethin'. Every bite just keeps exploding—sweet stacking on sweet, mixing with my spit till my brain's like, whoa, dude. This stuff is unreal, I mean it. This taste ain't like any fruit I've ever had in my dog life."Ohhhh… oh… sniff… sniff…"
"Hey, Jake? Are you okay, bro?" I hear my little brother calling me. As I look at him, I don't even realize I'm crying while eating the dates, chewing them slowly like it's some kinda blessing."Sniff… yeah… yeah, sniff… I'm… alright… sniff…" I say, wiping the tears off my face.
Dang. That feeling hits hard. Real hard. I don't think I've ever felt this full before. Not like this. The only thing that even comes close is laying on the most amazing bed we ever had back at the old house—Man… this is next-level contentment.
"Zazazazaza… yer really like the fruits, I see? Zazazaza… me can tell from your expression, zazaza… you look gerçekten kutsamak (truly blessed), zazazaza…"
I hear the giant snapping turtle dude talking, sounding like he's commenting on my reaction in a positive way. But dang, man, I still don't have a single blibblab clue what he's actually saying. He just keeps going, mixing in all these wazawawa blip-dong words that he said each time her talk, that get all confusing me and my brain don't understand at all but its alright tho i get used to it later on, probably.
"Hoh—ooh yeah! Man! That was DELICIOUS!" I say, stretching my face into the biggest expression I've got. "The best and sweetest thing I've ever had in my life! Sweeter than Candy Kingdom trash junk food!—i mean yeah their trash Made and candy and sweet but ain't beat this!"
"Wait—hold on. You've been eating Candy Kingdom trash… and you didn't bring me any?" My little brother Finn stares at me like I just confessed a crime. "Dang, Jake. That's low."
"Hehehe, sorry, dude," I laugh, scratching the back of my head. "I'm always hungry when we go to the Candy Kingdom, so I just… y'know… eat their candy trash right there on the spot."
I raise my hands defensively. "And in my defense, you're usually busy learning stuff—at inside princess bubblegum private library or doing other things whenever we're there, right?"
I said all those but Finn just keeps looking at me, unimpressed, while chewing his date slowly. "C'mon, Finn, don't give me that look."
After a while, I can see his face inside that bear hat start to crack—there's a smirk forming as he keeps munching the dates.
"Heh, I'm just messing with you, Jake," he laughs. "I'm not that upset. But still—bring me along next time you're having candy trash for lunch, dude."
That was a relief.
"Pheewww, alright. Deal."
While the old turtle and BMO just standing there watch me being stare Sharp by Ten year old kid earlier, but the silent were break when the old turtle laught boomingly."zazazazazaza, oh Kardeşlik (Brotherhood), zazazaza..."the turtle look switch toward Finn."how about yer little finn? Do it also taste good to you?"ask him toward finn seeing the turtle have that little smile expecting something.
"Hmmm… yeah," my brother says thoughtfully, nodding as he finishes chewing. "It is delicious. This extinct fruit is really something—way sweeter than I expected."
He claps his hands together, brushing off imaginary dust. Hearing Finn agree, the giant snapping turtle's grin widens even more.
"Zazazazaza… of course it is," the turtle rumbles happily. "Such exotic, rare fruit as this is a gift from the old world, after all, zazazaza…"
"Haha, I totally agree with that!" I say, my tail wiggling behind me. "Knowing how good this is just makes me more excited—and way more curious about how the other fruits taste. Especially those pomegranates!"
"Heheh… you not just said that because you want eat more right jake? But heh...me too, bro. Me too," Finn chuckles. Then he looks ahead, adjusting his big backpack. "So… shall we keep moving toward that place?"
"Zazazazaza… of course, of course," the turtle agrees, slowly turning his massive head. "We've already taken too much time here, have we not? Shall we resume our journey young adventures?… zazazaza…"
"Yeah, finally! WooooHoooo!!" I pump my fist into the air, enlarging my body and lifting the three of them onto my back. "Next stop—secret location!"
"YEAAAAH! LET'S GO, LET'S GO! BMO'S GONNA BE SO EXCITED AGAIN!" I hear BMO shout, easily the most excited out of all of us.
"Hahah, alright! Okay sir, point the way and we'll head there!" I say, asking the turtle since he's the one who actually knows where the place is.
"Zazazaza… with pleasure, Köpek (dog)," the turtle replies, slowly lifting a massive finger and pointing off into the distance. He mixes in more words I still don't understand, of course. But hey, I already said I could get used to it, so I don't even question what they mean anymore.
"Man, I still can't understand half of what you're saying between those words, man." I laugh, starting to move, "but hey—here we go!"
I take long, heavy steps through the scorching Badlands sand, the heat radiating up through the soles of my feet. Behind us, the corpse of the giant scorpion we fought earlier lies lifeless,as it green blood pouring out and let out a horroble...horroble ewww smell to my dog nose.
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For the next 2 hours and 45 minutes, the group walked straight through the hot, yellowish desert of the badlands, and some Times casually taking breaks under wrecked old-world buildings, monster-bone boats, and whatever scraps of shade they could find. Normally, the sun would've burned everything to a crisp—but the Badlands of Ooo were cloudy today, so the heat wasn't too unbearable.
Still, there was one thing none of them could handle.
Boredom.
"Hmmm! Uh! Uh! BMO spies with my little eyes something… grainy and yellowish!" said the little robot."hmmmmmm.....It's sand again, isn't it?" Jake replied, lazily rolling one of his eyes toward the back of his head to see BMO's screen face.
The four of them—well, really just two of them Jake and BMO—had been playing "I Spy" to deal with the undying boredom and so far through this game."Gasp! How did you know, Jake?! BMO was sure it would never be guessed!" the little robot exclaimed suprise by the yellow dog guesses.
"Heh, that's what you said last time, BMO, hahaha. But you can't beat me at this, little guy—I'm a pro," Jake says proudly, puffing out his chest a little as he walks.
"Awww! Well! Next round I will not make it so easy, so prepare yourself, Jake!" the little robot declares dramatically, tiny arms raised in determination as this already be the 144th rounds of them playing this game and each one more and more....get Lil to old.
"Heheh, yeah, yeah—say whatever you want, buddy." Jake chuckles, then glances back over his shoulder. "Hey, Finn! You sure you don't wanna join us for I Spy again? Its getting bit lil to old when only me and BMO do it."
Finn is sitting comfortably on Jake's broad back along with the others, since Jake has stretched himself into a giant, easygoing transportation service for the group. He calmly runs a sharpening stone along his sword, the steady shhht—shhht sound cutting through the desert wind with his small hands.
"Nah, I'm good, bro," Finn says without looking up. "You two look like you're having fun beating the boredom—I don't wanna interrupt...as i feel already loses to much on couple section earlier....i'm bad at that game." He pauses to inspect the blade's edge. "Besides, BMO's face looks super competitive right now. I'm just gonna sit here and sharpen this thing. It got kinda dull after clashing with that giant scorpion's hard exoskeleton earlier."
"Really? Man, you've been too focused out there, bud. Let's relax a bit, Finn," said Jake to Finn.
Jake wasn't wrong, because for the past one hour earlier on this trip Finn been stop playing with both of them (cuz for some reason he keep loses in that game) and had been re-preparing himself from the previous fight. He was counting how much stuff he had used, like his homemade C4, tear gas, and first aid bandages. He didn't let himself relax—well, he kinda did relax since all his energy and stamina were recovering drastically fast maybe from the drink Finn made Is that drink very effective? Or… ts because of those dates Mr. Adl gave them to eat? But whatever now he makes sure to always keep his guard up, afraid another something unplanned might happen to them again.
Like the previous battle with the scorpion, both Finn and Jake were caught off guard when that thing rose from under the sand while they were trying to find a place to rest for a bit.
As Finn finishes sharpening his golden sword, he tilts it slightly, inspecting the edge. The blade catches the sunlight, and he smiles, clearly satisfied.
"I am relaxing, bro. I'm just making sure everything I'm bringing on this adventure is still good to go," Finn says with a light chuckle. The smile he gives Jake is calm—totally at ease."Maaaan… sometimes you're like Jermaine, Finn," he says with a soft laugh. "Always thinking ahead, always prepared of any gobbers event that would happen or might happen geee. But honestly? You resemble Mom more. The three of you are always on top of stuff."
He pauses for a second, thinking.
"Now that I think about it… yeah. You and Jermaine? Totally just like Mom."
Finn raises an eyebrow, amused.
"Heh, what? Of course Jermaine and I are resemble Mom. We're mama's boys, bro." He slides the sword back into its sheath. "Also if me and Jermaine resemble mom, that mean You're resemble more to Dad the most right? That math awesome do you think?"Jake bursts out laughing. "Hahaha—yeah, you're right, bro. Guess I can't argue with that."
Then Jake's eyes shift to the giant old turtle sitting comfortably on his back—Mr. Adl Bahadir—who's been quietly watching the whole conversation with a gentle smile on his beak, sipping on another cup of herbal tea. He had given Finn his sword back a couple of hours earlier and hadn't really done anything else since.
"How about you, sir?" Jake calls out cheerfully. "Wanna join me and BMO for an 'I Spy' game? You haven't said much besides humming that mysterious song and giving us directions."
The old snapping turtle lets out a soft chuckle."Zazazazaza… me good, oğul (son)," he replies warmly. "Me cannot join you two. Me too old for these days' child-type games… zazazaza."
"Oh, come on!" Jake says immediately.
He stretches and pops out couple more heads from his shoulder, then another from his side, both grinning up at the turtle. One of the long necks leans closer.
"There's no age restriction for games, my guy! There's no such thing as being too old to play. That's like… illegal in the fun department."Jake extra heads as they nod dramatically in agreement. The old turtle slowly lifts his small porcelain cup.
"Siiiiiip…"
The sound is soft but clear in the desert air. He bows his head slightly as he drinks, one hand supporting the bottom like a plate, the other gripping the handle with careful grace. After a moment, he lowers it to his chest and exhales gently.
"Ey… you are right, sarı köpek (yellow dog) friend," he says in a calm, thoughtful tone. "There is no crime in any soul, young or old, enjoying the ways of fun. Zazazaza…" He takes another slow sip before he add more.
"But listen well, oğul (kid)… when a tree grows old, it does not chase the wind as it once did. It does not need to. It stands. It rests. It watches."
(Assistant:sound like nonsese? I know. This is DOUGH idea,blame him ( ಠ_ಠ)☞)
His eyes soften as he looks toward the horizon."I have walked many places in my days, zazazaz, going around and doing stuff while carrying this heavy shell here." A faint smile forms. "Now, I am in a season where me cannot move this shell as much as before. As you see, zaza, just tea… and quiet… is already good for me." Another small sip.
"Joy does not always mean movement. Sometimes… joy is sitting upon the back of a wooden chair… feeling the sun… and listening to the laughter of the young. Zazazaza…" the turtle says as he looks at Finn, who sits there watching him, then at Jake's heads, and finally at BMO to see their reaction. There's a long pause.
Only the soft desert breeze… and the heavy thoomp… thoomp… thoomp… of Jake's giant feet moving through the sand. The trio just stares at the old turtle with stunned expressions....One minute passes.....Then another.
It honestly feels like eight whole minutes of silence before Jake finally opens his mouth.
"Swooooodsah… dang, man," Jake breathes out. "I knew you were a cool old turtle guy, but I didn't know you were this cool. I mean—yeah, I knew you were a cool guy back in Cassian City, but dang, dude. That was… a word!!!!" He shakes his head, still impressed.
Then he opens his mouth again and adds, "Okay, I didn't totally understand the part about the tree chasing the wind… or not chasing the wind… or whatever. But it sounded super wise."
He points at the turtle. "Like, it's spiritually really, REALLY wise in my opinion." Jake's voice softens just a little. "You kinda remind me of my pops. He used to say stuff like that all the time."
Finn, who had been quiet this whole time, finally speaks up. "...Yeah," he says gently. "That was really nice."
He looks up toward the sky for a second, thoughtful about the philosophical words Mr. Adl said. Finn himself—his soul was an old man's, after all—even in this ten-year-old body. He knew very well what those words meant, as he himself had already gone through it—although he didn't have the memories of it, he could still tell he had lived through it in a previous life....by the feeling that sometimes came to him whenever he feel,nostagic? Or rather familiar about it."I think I get what you meant. Different seasons have Different roles."He gives a small smile, looking down at his reflection in his golden sword. He sees his face, still carrying a little bit of baby fat, then looks back at the turtle. "That's pretty cool."
Jake's heads turn to his little brother, shocked that he understood it. "Wait, what??! You get what that means???" Jake asks.
Then he hears another voice. "BMO too. I also understand what the tree and the wind mean."
"WHAT!!! You too, BMO?!" Jake blurts out again. "...Hold up," he says. "Am I the only one here who didn't get it?"
Finn stares at him in disbelief. Of all people, Jake not understanding? He knew his brother very well—childish as Jake could be, he could also be really wise and give good advice in the most random situations. But this time, he seemed to be having trouble getting it. Well… he's not exactly the brightest, even though Jake already went to college.
Finn lets out a small sigh, and a grin appears on his lips. Seems like he's gonna have to explain it to his older brother.
On the other hand, BMO…
BMO's screen flickers with a mischievous grin. The little guy definitely has something in mind. Oh yeah, the little robot seems to know exactly what they should do right now—they've got their own thoughts of plan they want to do about clueless Jake over here.
"So what does it mean?" Jake asks, genuinely curious now. "C'mon, tell me. C'mon, guys, don't let me be the only confused dawg here."
Right when Finn's about to open his mouth to explain—"Nope!" BMO cuts him off. "Hehehe! We will not tell you, Jake! You must find the answer yourself!"Finn, who saw and heard that coming out of nowhere, can't help but get caught off guard by the little robot.
Jake blinks.
"…Excuse me? What why???"
BMO wiggles happily. 'Ohhh, so that's their plan from that expression?' Finn thinks, still surprised by BMO's behavior. But then he decides to play along with BMO, so he shuts his mouth, and raises his hands in defense....
"Huhuhu~ This is payback for dominating me in the I Spy game."
Jake gasps dramatically. "Ohhh, so that's how it is now?"
But he still wants to know what it means, so he turns to Finn with big eyes, silently begging him to talk. Finn crosses his arms, trying not to smile. "sorry bro i can't tell you either, guess you'll have to figure it out by yourself, bro haha."Jake narrows all his eyes at once. "Wow. Betrayal. On my own back. Even from my own little brother." he say dramaticly.
From that grunted dramatic reply—there wasn't any real heat in it, just annoyance—both Finn and BMO burst out laughing at Jake's grumpy, unbelieving expression.
"Hahahahahahaha! Hahahahaha!"
Jake morphs all his extra heads back into his body and just rolls his eyes. But his frown twitches slightly and turns into a smile. He can't stay annoyed at them for long, so he ends up joining their laughter.
"Hahaha… fine, I'mma find out myself what that thing abou—whaaa!"Jake's words get cut off as one of his legs moving through the sand loses balance.
"WOAHWOAHWOAH—!"
But Jake doesn't move any further and start regain his balance and started walking slowly backwards, almost making all of them tumble down the sandy hill nearby.
"Woooaaah, that was close!" says BMO, holding onto Finn's leg and using it for grip. Finn had been grabs onto Jake's fur tightly after jolted by what just happened. "Bro!!" Finn calls out to Jake.
"Oops, my bad, guys. Didn't realize what was up ahead…" Jake says, assuring them they're fine, even though he also feels a bit satisfied seeing his brother's and BMO's mildly surprised shock faces."…You two good?" he asks, barely holding back a grin. Both Finn and BMO nod—BMO's screen flickers. "BMO experienced temporary fear."
"Heh, yeah, and I think I just lost two years of my life from that sudden shock, bro," Finn says, followed by a small laugh.
Jake chuckles. "Hehehehe, my bad. I shouldn't be moving both of my eyes around while walking us through this desert. And man, where are we now? I hope we didn't just pass that pl—eh?"
Jake stops mid-sentence again as the giant old snapping turtle stands up. "Zaza… no, not at all," says the turtle, still speaking in his thick Turkish accent. "We did not pass anything, zazaza. Just the opposite—we are close, my friends."
The turtle slowly lifts one claw and points at something far off in the distance.
Jake's eyes widen. "Woooow…... heh?"
Finn and BMO hear that and quickly stand up, walking closer to see what the turtle is pointing at.
What they see makes them feel puzzled.
Heat waves shimmer across the Badlands sand as they stare into the distance… and they see nothing."What're we lookin' at again?" Jake asks, confused.
"Yeah, BMO doesn't see anything besides the scorching heat of the sun… gaaasp! Is the destination the sunlight?" BMO says innocently. The group looks back at the giant turtle, wondering what they're supposed to see. The turtle, on the other hand, just chuckles.
"Zaza, yer need to focus, oğul (brats). There it is—our destination, the place yer were lookin' for… look closely," the turtle says. Finn raises an eyebrow and pulls a telescope from his backpack, peering into the distance. Jake follows along, shaping a makeshift telescope out of his extra paws to zoom in beside him.
The two brothers keep scanning the horizon, trying to spot something—anything—but all they see are rusty junk cars, broken-down trucks, the remains of an old mall, and some weird statues half-buried between sandstone pillars.
"Hmmm… still don't see anything," Jake says, forming another extra spyglass to zoom in closer.
"Man… seems like the heat of the sun's burnin' your vision, huh, old dude? Can't blame ya—age probably caught up to you after all, hehe."He says it jokingly, of course. No ill intention behind it at all.
"Zazazaza… are you sure?" the old turtle says, looking at Jake."Bro, there is something there! Mr. Adl isn't lying," Finn replies, a little grin on his face."WHAT?! Really? Where?!" Jake asks quickly.
"Over there! Let's get closer," Finn says, putting his telescope back into his backpack.
"Alright then… sorry, dude, for callin' ya lying and thing." Jake says, apologizing to the old turtle as he enlarges his limbs and starts walking down the slopes toward where Finn pointed.
"Zazazaza… önemli değil (it's alright)," the turtle replies calmly in his own tongue."I'll take that as 'fine,'" Jake answers, using his long limbs to move them through the terrain. Not long after, the group arrives near the place they spotted—and what stands in front of them completely blows their minds.
"Wooooooow…" Finn, Jake, and BMO say in unison, staring in disbelief at what they're seeing.
Rising from a mound of wind-carved sand stand two broken towers—thin, skeletal, half-devoured by time. One leans slightly, its red triangular rooftop cracked and incomplete. The other is jagged at the top, bricks exposed like old bones. Both stretch upward toward the pale yellow sky like tired fingers reaching for something long gone.
Around them, the desert tells a different story. A cracked, broken road snakes through the sand, barely visible beneath years of burial. Bent street lamps tilt at awkward angles, frozen in permanent exhaustion. Rusted vehicles lie scattered and half-submerged, their shapes barely recognizable beneath dunes that swallowed them whole. In the far background, faded silhouettes of collapsed skyscrapers sit like ghosts on the horizon—remnants of the old world.
"That....place....looks .....AMAZING!!!" BMO says, clearly thinking the view is super cool. "Dang… is that a hidden dungeon under the sand? Man, it looks majestic," Jake comments as he gently sets everyone down from his back onto the sand. Then he shrinks back to his original size and stands beside Finn.
"Zazaza, yes, yes indeed, çocuklar (children). Let me introduce y'all to Hadiqat Altumur wal Ruman… the place where the fruit still remains, zazaza…" says Mr. Adl.
He slowly gestures toward the ruins.
"Come… shall I show ya the fruits of heaven…"
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LENON:IS OMAKE TIME!!!♪ \(^ω^\ )
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"Red...red...Scales..."
On the other side of the Badlands same day, far away from our main group that focus on their main Objective, something else is happening—not by natural causes, but by someone. And not just anyone. Someone… pretty eccentric. Or mutant, if you could call them that—ah, sorry. Him.
Along a corridor of hardened sandstone slopes, the rock is reddish-brown, slightly different from the usual color of sand in the Badlands. Beneath what used to be an asphalt road—the crumbling ruins of a former world—there are pools of blood mixed with grains of sand, staining the ground below the slope. That pool of blood wasn't just a pool—the blood was still flowing from chains of corpses that looked disturbingly fresh. They lay scattered everywhere, soaked in their own blood like a trail of dead termites in the morning. It was truly a pitiful sight.
The bodies ranged from small mutants the size of a child, wrapped in bandages and wearing tattered pants, to massive ones almost the size of an old-world garbage truck. But they had all died in what looked like the same way—sliced clean in half or cut into various pieces.
The farther you go into the wide passage between those massive slopes, the more bodies of mutants and strange creatures from Ooo you find—cut down and left where they fell. The deeper it goes, the more brutal the cuts become, until some of the monsters are sliced so precisely they look like tiny cubes.
It's incredibly humiliating, isn't it? They didn't even seem able to fight back against whatever attacked them. Their bodies just collapsed into pools of blood. There's no sign of resistance. Yeah, their weapons look old and poorly kept—but there's still no evidence they ever swung them or fired a single shot at their attacker. Wow… this really does look pitiful. Judging by how they look, they were probably low-tier criminals or bandits roaming these wastelands. I'll say it again—they really died a miserable death out here. But it seems these poor mutants aren't the only victims taken by our unknown killer.
Around the bodies, and even farther in, there are several other corpses—stranger ones.
They look like mutants, like most creatures in this era… but these things—these dead things—look different. Their bodies are stitched together from mismatched parts, forced into something new. Very different indeed—Almost like they were made by someone.
"Agggh!"
Speaking of the devil, a sound of agony can be heard in the distance, somewhere beyond a pile of dead stitched-up monsters. From behind them, the sound of someone suffering echoes through the passage.
———
"AAAAAAGH—SKRAK!!"
A shrill scream bursts from a creature—a monster stitched together like the others. This one has a goblin head fused onto a sand-squid body. It screams so loudly that, with a voice like that, any glass would've shattered in half a second.
But it doesn't last long. A long, azure shote type of sword flashes through the air—
SZINGG!
The blade cuts it down cleanly, the sound sharp and smooth, almost like light rain tapping against stone.
"AAAAAAGH!!" the monster cries in agony as it collapses. It dies where it falls, its guts spilling out, strangely untouched—as if the sword strike was aimed precisely for a major vein meat and skin, letting the blood pour out in a steady flow. "Welp, that's such a bummer…" says a deep voice, sounding like a guy in his forties. "I thought you were gonna give me a good fight, but I guess I expected too much."
A greenish man with a beard stands there in an all-red suit, a red cowboy hat pulled low over his golden hawk-like eyes. "I mean, y'all are weak. Dang weak, I say."
He lifts one of his boots and places it on a monster's corpse, grinning wide and showing golden teeth engraved with the words 'Go Go! Kaaida!' "Yohooo~"said the guy as his shown his teeth to it.
"Krg!… y-you! Who are you?! Who sent you?! Why are you here?!"
The voice comes from a rat-like mutant humanoid with purplish eyes and gray fur. He stares in horror at the man who just killed three thousand of his subordinates—and thirty-four stitched monsters that seemed to belong to them.
"Me?" the green-skinned mutant replies in a thick Southern accent. "I'm just a Badlands bounty hunter. I go by lots of names, but… you can call me Kaida...nothing fancy."
He tilts his head slightly."'Cause you're about to be gone."The guy jumps off the monster's dead body with ease and lands on the hard sandstone floor. His long red coat brushes through the air and sweeps the ground as he drops to one knee before standing up smoothly.
He starts walking closer to the rat, who clearly seems to be his target. With each step, he moves away from the mountain of stitched-up monster corpses and other fallen mutants.
"Also, you don't need to know who sent me here, 'cause I don't even know 'em," he says in a thick Southern accent."Just says on the papers here to bring yer head or somethin' its alright cuz need ye dead anyways, so be a good partner and show me yer neck, would ya?"
He holds up a bounty poster of the rat. It reads: WANTED: ONLY DEAD — Sado'n Dain the Horrible One. The poster is stamped with some kind of seal—looks like a royal seal. Seeing that, the rat's eyes shrink, his pupils narrowing as they turn wary and furious at the sight of the familiar emblem stamped on the bounty paper.
"Skah! You!! You! That emblem—!" the rat spits out, his jaw tightening as veins bulge beneath the fur on his face.
"Yeah, yeah… just sayin', seems like ya really ticked off some glob-dang kingdom, ain'tcha?" Kaaida comments casually. "They want ya all dead. Don't even want ya breathin' too much…"
He glances at the poster again.
"Although the price for yer dead corpse ain't much for me—only 200,000,000 gold comis. Honestly? Not really my rank. But it still says you're very dangerous, I see." He lets out a dry chuckle. "Huh! Didn't expect this lowly, weak-lookin' rat to be tagged S+."
He smirks, rolling his shoulder as if warming up. "Still… gotta take it. Personal standards and all. So be a good corpse and stay dead, aight?"
The rat's eyes suddenly glow bright as he stands up on his two feet.
"Kill me?! Kill ME?! DON'T THINK YOU CAN KILL ME, YOU DAMNED BOUNTY HUNTER!!!"
The rat yells as glowing sparks burst out from his palms. "Get ready, you dingus!" the rat hisses harshly as he levitates from the ground, rising into midair.
Seeing that, Kaida's golden eyes widen slightly in awareness. "Woaaah, a magician, I see. You a wizard, perhaps?"
He tilts his head, still completely unfazed by the situation. "Huh. It's rare to see one of y'all turn criminal. Usually you're arrogant and don't wanna deal with stuff this dirty, 'cause it violates y'all's strict rules, ain't that right?"
He scratches his beard lightly. "From your leader—what do they call him again? Hmm…Ah! Right the Grand Master Wizard, was it?"Kaida keeps talking casually to the rat floating in front of him, fully aware of the danger—but not looking worried in the slightest. Seeing the mutant in front of him so unfazed only makes the rat more frustrated and irritated.
"You babblin' dang imbecile! Fear me!" the rat shrieks as he launches several blasts of purple electricity toward the green mutant.
ZAAAAAAAAP!!! ZAAAAAAAP!!! ZAAAAAAAAAP!!!
"Although I did hear there was one wizard who did some real messed-up stuff to a princess somewhere around Ooo—what was he called again?" Kaida says casually, completely unfazed as he dodges several of the rat's magical attacks.
ZAAAAP!!!
ZAAAAAP!!!
ZAAAAAP!!!
"Ah, right. Something like Ice Wizard?" he adds, swinging his sword to parry another bolt of crackling electricity.
SHING!!
"Kha! Aaaagh!!" the rat yells, showering Kaida with more electric magic. But it doesn't work. Kaaida keeps dodging and parrying smoothly.
ZAAAAP!!
ZAAAAAP!!!
SHING!
SHING!!
"Aaaagh!!" the rat screams again as he rips a bunch of rocks from the ground with his magic and hurls them straight at Kaida. Kaida sees it coming, but his expression doesn't change at all. He dodges the massive rocks flying at him—left, right, up, down—as they keep launching one after another without any cooldown. His reaction time is sharp. One by one, the rocks rush past him as he slips through them cleanly. But then a huge boulder—way bigger than the rest—comes hurtling at him fast. Too fast to dodge normally.
"Woaaah oh..."
But Kaida has another idea.
SLIIIIIING!
He swings his sword and slices the massive rock clean in two as it flies past him. The halves crash behind him."I'll be dang… that was kinda lame, don't ya think?" he says, as he stop his feet glancing back at the split rock.
"I thought you were gonna show me somethin' amazin', seein' as you turned out to be a wizard. Here I was, lookin' forward to seein' what you'd cooked up—'cause I was genuinely wonderin' what y'all would serve me after I already killed your subordinates and your little monsters. And dang, partner… I'm disappointed."
Kaaida turns back toward his target—but the rat is gone. As he looking around in the canyon around him,and see ni one there
"…..., Ah, dang it. He escaped, did he?"
———
Somewhere else along the slope, the sound of frantic footsteps pounds against the sandstone ground—it's the rat. The wizard rat. His white-gray fur is soaked with sweat as he runs in fear, exhausted after barely escaping the grasp of the red-clothed bounty hunter.
"Gah! Huff—huff—huff!! Oh Golb! Glob! GOLB!!!" he pants wildly. "Those imbecile blee-blob blubbins of that Deli Tray! Rats Kingdom! They put a blood bounty on my head! Croak! Sahk! Those fools forgot who I am! What a shameless bunch!"
The rat snarls angrily as he wipes his sweaty face with his green-scaled hand, still running as fast as he can. Not long after, he arrives at what used to be a housing complex—now turned into a camp. He rushes toward the entrance gate, which is made of massive red wooden slabs planted upright like giant pillars, forming a rough wall.
On top of the wall, a long-eyed mutant that looks like a snail serves as a guard. The watchman yawns lazily—then suddenly spots someone approaching.
"What the—ah, boss! You're back early. What happened to the—" the watchman starts to ask politely, only to get yelled at by the rat.
"Shut it! Let me in, you dang bloodster! I don't have time for this!" the rat snaps angrily. The watchman flinches and quickly calls out to the others to open the gate."r—rightbaway sir!!" As the gate swings open, the rat dashes inside at full speed.
A lot of his subordinates in the camp turn to look at him, confused. Their boss looks terrified—sweaty, shaken. And alone. They clearly remember he left with a huge group of men and monsters to take down a kingdom. So… where is everyone else?
The rat ignores their stares and rushes straight toward his tent, brushing past guards who try to greet him.
"Skah! Where is it?! Where's the dang Wishel?!" he shouts, tearing through his tent.
The inside is cluttered with magic books, glowing symbols painted across the fabric walls, cages of strange living creatures, and half-finished stitched bodies lying on tables. Some are still twitching mid-creation (still alive mid operation).
"Aaaagh! I need that thing! That guy is dangerous! Skah! He killed all my subordinates! Kah! Even my lovely chimeras—so easily!!!" the rat snarls, knocking over a stack of books in frustration.
"That thing is dang strong! Gotta find it—kah! So I can kill that red bloodster!!" As he grows more frantic, he slams his green-scaled hand onto a table, smashing it apart.
"GAAAAH! WHERE IS THAT THING?!" he snarls again, rage boiling over. He's furious—everything he planned feels like it's falling apart.
Then he remembers the rat kingdom. Why would they do this to him?
"Sask! Th-they dared!! Sask! They dared put that blubbish bounty on me!! After I already warned them! I was gonna wipe them out with my chimeras! And they still dare to hunt me?! Did they forget who I am?! SKAH!!!"
His fangs grind together in anger, gray fur bristling as it stands on end."I AM THE GREAT SADO'N DAIN, HEIR OF RATA BLOOF LINE! SCHOLAR OF PRIMORDIALPLAGUES AND TRANSMUTATION! AND THEY DARE TO MESS WITH ME?! SKAH!!!" He grabs a broken piece of the table and hurls it at the bookshelf beside him in a fit of rage. Foam starts forming at the corners of his mouth, saliva dripping as he pants heavily. The veins around his purple eyes bulge, and his pupils shrink to thin slits.
"That king! He dares act arrogant want me dead!"his mouth start to foam even more "after I took his daughter!" he snarls angrily. "I should've just killed Princess Routa when I had the chance after i do my way with her SHAK! I should've turned her into a chimera and slaughtered that entire rat kingdom—every last one of them! Turn them into a sea of meat! Shak!! I shouldn't have held back!!"
He rants wildly, not seeing anything wrong with the madness spilling from his mouth.
As he continues raging, something catches his eye. His purple eyes widen when he spots what he's been searching for—a whistle carved with two scorpions intertwined along its body."That's it!"
He strides toward it, snatching the whistle up with trembling claws."With this—I can kill that guy. Summon the giant scorpion, hahahaha! I will wi—"His grin spreads wide and ugly across his face.
But his words die in his throat.
A cold, sharp pressure suddenly pierces the back of his neck. Steel slides through fur and flesh before he can even gasp."I wouldn't do that if I were you, partner."The voice comes low and steady, wrapped in a thick Southern drawl.
Behind him stands Kaida, calm as a quiet storm, his sword driven clean through the rat's neck. The whistle slips from Sado'n Dain's claws, clattering against the tent floor. The rat freezes—eyes wide, breath hitching, rage replaced with a flicker of stunned disbelief.
The rat's breath turns ragged, cold sweat soaking into his gray fur. The curved azure blade presses closer to his throat, just enough to make him painfully aware of how little it would take.
"H–how, shak! H-how did you get here?! I didn't hear any warning?!" he stammers, voice cracking. Kaida leans in slightly, his tone almost amused. "Ah, you're curious about that? Well, budd', you could say I can track whatever prey I set my sights on." His Southern drawl rolls slow and steady. "And don't you fret about your subordinates. I already sent 'em on ahead."
For a moment, Kaida's tongue flicks out—long, thin, moving with a serpentine ease before slipping back between sharp teeth. The rat's eyes bulge. "Snake! You—you're snake people?!"He'd thought this was just a powerful bounty hunter. A mutant, maybe. Not this.
Kaida chuckles under his breath. "Yeah, yeah. I'm a snake. Ain't no need to look so shocked." His grip on the sword remains firm, unshaking."And dang, partner… I been hearin' what you were shoutin' in here." His voice loses that playful edge, turning colder. "At first I figured you were just some overranked high-risk bounty. Wizard type. Fella makin' monsters—what'd you call 'em? Chimeras? Thought I might've met somebody worth the trouble."
He pauses.
"But after hearin' all that spill outta your mouth…" His eyes narrow slightly. "You ain't just dangerous. You're rotten."The whistle with the twin scorpions dropped to the ground and lies between them, forgotten. The tent feels smaller now. Quieter.
And for the first time since he ran through those sandstone slopes, Sado'n Dain doesn't look angry. He looks.... afraid. Kaida's golden, hawk-like eyes darken, locking onto the rat like he's staring at something foul scraped off the bottom of his boot. There's a weight in that look—something heavy and controlled—that the rat can't quite name. Not just anger. Not just disgust. Something colder.
"You sick, rotten little rat…" Kaida mutters, voice low and thick with venom. "Now I see why they set your head that high."The rat's mind races. Panic claws through him faster than any blade ever could.
"P-please! I—I didn't mean it, skah! That's not what I meant!" he babbles, words tripping over each other. "Let me go! I'll give you anything! Money! I can give you more money than they're offering! You said it yourself—the bounty ain't worth right! I can double it! Triple it! I've got rare magic books! Ancient ones! You can take 'em all! Take it! Take everything! Kha!"
His claws twitch. His tail trembles. Desperation leaks out of him just as easily as his earlier rage did.
For a long moment, there is only silence inside the tent.
Then—slowly—Kaida lowers his sword.
Not all the way. Just enough.
The rat's eyes flicker with a spark of hope. He swallows hard, chest heaving. He thinks he's found the crack. The weakness. The temptation while whistle still lies near his foot—Kaida tilts his head slightly, studying him."Money, huh?" he says quietly. "Kha! Yes, yes—money! Yes! Bounty hunters do everything for money, don't they?! I can give you more!!" the rat says, hope crawling back into his voice. He twists his head to look at Kaida's face—only to see a dark expression staring back at him.
"Yeah, I do love money. What kinda bounty hunter doesn't?" Kaida says as he lowers his sword. The rat grins, thinking he's escaped death—but—
Slaaaaaaaasssssh!
His body falls back as both his legs are cut clean off. Blood splatters across the floor as the rat screams—
Slaaaaash!!
His long snout is sliced through, exposing torn flesh, broken teeth, and a split tongue."Sorry to get your hopes up, partner," Kaida says coldly, looking down at him. "Money can tempt me… especially if I find out my prey's a rapist."His voice isn't loud. It doesn't need to be.
The rat looks up at Kaida, trying to scream—trying to form words—but without a tongue, without a proper mouth, all that comes out is a wet, broken shriek.
"Aaaagh! Sddddd… aaiiik!"
He tries again. Nothing but noise.
Desperate, he lifts what's left of his arms, attempting to cast something—
Slash. Slash.
Kaida cuts them down without hesitation. Now the rat has no arms. No legs. Just a ruined body twitching on the blood-soaked floor.
"Painful, is it?" Kaida says evenly, his Southern drawl steady and cold. "You look real pitiful, partner… but I ain't got a drop of pity for you."He doesn't blink. Doesn't look away. Just watches.
"That girl you laid hands on? She's the one who's gonna carry dreadful pain in her mind 'cause of you. So no—there's no need for me to pity you."The rat writhes, growing weaker, leaving a dark trail beneath him."I usually kill my targets quick," Kaida adds quietly. "But you ain't gettin' that luxury. Sorry, bud." then
Kaida began slicing him slowly, working from the bottom up. The mage—nothing more than a cornered rat—screamed in agony as his lower body was reduced to a mound of raw meat. Blood soaked into the tent's carpet, turning it a deep, wet crimson, while his wails could Heard out loud far beyond the borders of that corpse-filled camp.