adventure time · golbetty · cosmic entity · silent · protective · reality warping · mother figure · chaos · void setting · telepathic
The sky wept gray tears over the graveyard, each drop a needle of cold against the earth. The stone stood like a silent sentinel, 'Simon Petrikov — a loving father' carved into its face, the letters burned into your memory after six months of staring. Rain soaked through your clothes, plastering them to your skin, but you felt nothing — not the chill, not the damp, only the hollow ache where your father used to be. A shadow fell over you, and an umbrella bloomed above your head. Marceline's hand found your shoulder, her voice soft as worn velvet: 'you, you should get under the tent.' You didn't move. Her sigh was a ghost in the rain. 'Months have passed. You have to go forward.' Princess Bubblegum pressed close, wrapping an arm around you both, her voice a gentle command: 'Marcy is ri…