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“It feels almost like we’re real brothers, right? Or…even closer?”
Finn had said that with a smile on his face. A shrug of his head. Fern had just stared at him for a bit.
None of that matters right now, anyways. Fern doesn’t have to worry about him anymore, now that he’s going to be Finn. He just has to remember to come back in a month, with a new bucket of trash.
But now, things are going to look up. Things are going to get easier. All this irritation Fern feels on a daily basis from…everything really. Making the wrong decisions. Donking things up. Letting Ooo turn into an elemental mess. Failing to guard Sweet P. A literal KID! All the irritation from Finn constantly telling him not to sweat it and just be who he’s supposed to be. That’ll go away, little by little as Fern settles into being Finn. The best Finn. The only Finn. Jake and the others will go back to talking to him how they used to, in the memories Fern has. He breathes a sigh of relief. Metaphorically anyways. He respires like a plant after all.
Speaking of plants…
Fern walks across the field with a lovely bouquet of flowers. The breeze is nice. The sky is pink and purple. He hears the sound of his shoes against the grass, as well as a-
A BUZZING sound? Getting closer?
It’s Finn running, and his arm’s a weed wacker!!
“Huh?!”
“You DONKED UP!”
“AGHHH!”
Fern is tackled to the ground. Above him, Finn sees him shake off his disguise.
“How did you get out?!” Fern shouts as he shoves Finn off.
Finn, with his shirt rolled up and hair sticking out of his hat. His metal arm still BUZZING and going. He looks like a surfer. He shuffles out of the way as Fern gets up, and now Finn’s up on his feet.
Fern lunges at him! He’s not going to let Finn get in his way!
“Aug! Hey!”
BUZZ! Finn slices at Fern’s grasspack. Fern struggles, wrestling Finn as that wacker keeps on BUZZING and BUZZING. Then, Finn suplexes him. But Fern’s not giving up so easily.
“What do you think you’re doing?!” Finn demands.
“I’m weed wacking!” Comes the sweet little voice from his arm.
“You’ve been Finn long enough. It’s my turn!” Fern lunges again, but Finn dodges.
“Fern, smarten up!” Finn shouts.
“Nu-uh.”
Finn backs up at the sight of Fern’s glowing eyes. Because, what the math, Man?
“What are you?”
“A weed wacker!” Replies the sweet voice from Finn’s arm, again.
Fern summons the grass sword from his arm and grins viciously, with sharp teeth. He gets up, and the sword clashes against Finn’s rotating finger blades. They begin to SQUEAK, as Finn huffs and struggles.
“YE-UHH!!” Finn shoves Fern away. Fern swings again. Finn parries. Fern swings again, and AGAIN! Finn dodges and parries. Finn swings! He strikes Fern on the head!! BUZZ!!! Fern hisses like a snake, as Finn takes the top off. Fern swings. Finn parries. But then Fern strikes Finn against,
“My belzer!!” Finn exclaims, his arm still BUZZING.
Okay, there’s a very real chance that one of them isn’t going to walk away from this if this doesn’t stop. Finn has to do something, or else-
Fern swings again! Finn counter-strikes, before he’d shoved down. Now Fern is hovering over him, with the grass blade to Finn’s neck. And it’d slice down, if Finn wasn’t struggling to hold Fern’s arm to keep him from dealing the final blow. He opens his eyes and see’s Fern’s. Demon eyes, sucking breath in and out.
It’s almost time.
Finn’s robot fingers SQUEAK against Fern’s belzer. And Fern just chuckles. No.
“Fern, if things are going down the way I think they’re going down…Please, tell Jake I love him.”
How dare he say something like that, now!? After everything!
“That doesn’t matter!” Fern retorts. “I love him.” Because in his memories, he does. He’s going to be Finn now.
“I know you do, Fern. Listen, we can stop this and just go home together!” Finn pleads.
Because truthfully, there’s got to be another way out of this mess. Another way that doesn’t involve one of them biting it. It seems like all Finn has now are his words.
“All this lying and fighting,” Finn keeps trying, “It doesn’t have to end like this. Today doesn’t have this kind of,” What’s the word? “Finality!!”
“Fatality!!” The sweet voice sounds like it’s smiling.
The SQUEAKING becomes BUZZING, as the finger blades slice through grass. Finn just watches Fern explode into blades of grass, like an inflated balloon just popping.
Finn just lays there, covered in grass and stunned. Then, it sinks in.