An; okay, people.. so here's the deal. After I wrote this fanfiction, and got more into adventure time and the Ice Kings story, I of course started to imagine all of the ways Simon could be turned back to his original self for good.. and different ideas popped into my head.

Problem just is, I can only come up with all these different scenes that wont really connect for me at all, and I don't know if can commit to write the whole fanfiction of it, also because I kind of got other stuff in the works I should focus on.

So well, taken kind of out of context, here's a passage I've been conquering up where Marceline, Finn and Jake goes into the Ice Kings mind to retrieve information and what comes out of it.

Any-one can feel free to use this for inspiration for their own Ice King stories, I just want more Ice King/Simon stories!

"So this is it?" Finn asked as both him, Jake and lastly Marceline was standing above the sleeping ice-king. "And sure he's out cold."

"Yeah man." Jake nodded. "I stuffed one of his own worn out socks up his nose, hell be out for hours at least!." He told very proudly.

Finn blinked. "The Ice King doesn't wear socks, he doesn't even wear shoes."

"Oh." Jake realised. "Well, I put some-ones sock up his nose and he is out cold."

Marceline rolled his eyes as she sighed. "So, I just spray this sand over all of us, and we'll got into his dreams right?" she asked, looking inside of the little bag of golden sand in her hands.

"Yeah man, lets just hope we can find the right memory." Finn nodded.

"Urgh, entering the Ice Kings mind, that sounds so sick." Jake shook lightly. "It gotta be all kinds of crazy in there!"

Marceline sighed deeply. "Well, hopefully it wont be to bad." She muttered. "I hope not." She then added to herself as she put down a hand into the sack, and pulled up a handful of golden sand before she threw it up in the air, and it gently fell down landing on all of them.

"Huh?" Marceline frowned. "Nothing much happened did it? I.. arrh." She yawned sleepily rubbing her eyes. "Hmm.. what?" she asked.

Jake as well yawned deeply. "Scuse me, I'm just gonna." He murmered laying down on the floor, closing his eyes.

"Gonna join you." Finn yawned deeply laying own, putting his head on Jake using Jake as a pillow.

"What whimps." Marceline yawned then looked at Simon, no the Ice King, whom laid in the bed, sleeping extremely deeply, the golden dust glistening slightly from his long white beard and on his face. "Well, here we go I guess." She yawned falling down on her knees, and rested her head on the Ice Kings bed.

It was.. Silent.. Dark.. And very cold.. the surface that Marceline laid on seemed, very harsh and very cold.

Marceline blinked, suddenly, she was standing up, she was wide awake and she was standing in.. some kind of a weird cave. Blinking Marceline looked around. "Finn?" she asked. "Jake?"

"Oh there you are!" Finns head poked out from a turn, followed by Jake beneath him.

"Phew." Jake smiled. "Thought we lost you all-ready."

Marceline blinked as she looked at them, then looked around herself. "Where on earth are we?" she asked, her breath becoming mist as she spoke.

"Well, we should be inside of the Ice Kings mind, in his dreams." Jake pointed out. "That was the point of it."

"But." Marceline blinked looking around. "We are in an ice-cave." She pointed out. "There's nothing but Ice all around us!"

"That is weird." Finn acknowledged. "I don't really understand." He blinked as he looked around. "Usually when we go into memories, we'll be standing in the middle of a situation or some-thing but.. there is no one here." Finn Observed. "Shouldn't the Ice king be around here or some-thing? How can it be his memory, if he isn't even here?"

Marceline blinked as she looked at all the walls around them, made out of pure glistening ice, tunnels, going in several different directions, and then into darkness, all sparkling and glistening, all made out of ice.. But Finn was right, except for those three, there were no other people, not even a lonely Ice King, it was all empty safe for the cold ice.

"HEY!" Jake exclaimed from where he stood by the cave wall. "Check this out!" he pointed at the ice wall right in front of him.

"Huh?" Marceline and Finn both hurried to Jakes side, Jake whom was pointing at the surface of the wall.

"Dude, its just more Ice." Finn pointed out.

"No man, look inside of it." Jake encouraged.

Marceline blinked and then did, she looked inside and then her eyes widened, it was the Ice King, playing his drum kit while Marceline was hovering playing her base, except.. It was like a frozen picture of the event, neither of them moved, just a picture.

Then Marceline looked down at her feet's, and saw the Ice king sitting in front of his princess cage talking to Slime Princess, ones again, a frozen none moving picture, looking to the other side, there was the another picture of the Ice King! Building an ice unicorn with his powers out in the snow.

"Oh my god." Finn blinked. "Are these.. His memories?" he asked looking all around himself as he walked in. "But, they are all frozen."

"Oh glob, I get it!" Marceline gasped holding a hand towards her mouth.

"What?" Jake asked.

"His memories! They are frozen solid!"

"We kind of had figured that." Finn muttered.

"What I mean is, that's why he never remembers any-thing!" Marceline exclaimed. "He didn't loose his memories, but they are frozen solid, as soon as he create new ones they almost instantly get frozen again! SIMON!" she exclaimed turning to a wall laying a hand on it. "You're still in here, thank god." she sniffed closing her eyes.

"Hmm, these must be his most recent memories though." Jake pointed out.

"Yeah man, he last called himself Simon what.. 900 years ago?" Finn questioned.

"You would have to walk an awful long way in there to even get to those memories." Jake pointed inside of the tunnel, towards the deep darkness.

Wide-eyed Marceline looked that way, looked at how far the tunnels went and how many turns there were just in her field of vision, and how dark it was down there, just an empty hollow sound of the wind going through those tunnels.. A giant labyrinth, made up of memories frozen to solid walls of ice, inside of the Ice kings mind, you could easily be lost for-ever in there.

"And if you even found the centre, how then, would you even begin to unfreeze them?" Finn asked.

Marceline swallowed as she looked through the tunnel. "But.. we have to move in there." She commented.

"SAY WHAAT?!" Finn exclaimed.

"Are you nuts?" Jake asked. "Look at that, it's a maze! If we go in there, we'll never find our way out again!" he exclaimed.

"We came here to find the Ice Kings memory of what-ever he found out right?" Marceline asked. "Obviously it isn't here, we have to further in."

"It's no problem man we done things like this before remember?" He asked Jake. "Just leave the tip of your tail behind so we can follow it back."

"Yeah, I would like to do that." Jake told. "But there's nothing here I can tie my tail to! I'll just follow us there!"

"Hmm." Marceline frowned. "Finn, you stay here and hold Jakes tail." She then demanded.

"That sounds boring." Finn muttered annoyed.

"DO IT!" Marceline exclaimed, her face for a moment turning into her demon self.

"Okay! Okay!" Finn exclaimed. Then bowed down and took Jakes tail. "There." He muttered standing up holding the tail.

"Okay, now stay there." Marceline ordered. "Don't move!"

"Fine." Finn muttered, then sat down on the ground, with crossed legs holding the tail. "Just hurrie man, nothing happens here!"

"Sure thing bro." Jake gave him a thumbs up. "Come on Marceline! Lets go!"

In no time at all, Finn was out of sight, Jake was just casually walking beside Marceline as his tail stretched out behind him.. it was pretty silent, dead quiet in fact as the two walked in what seemed to be endless and endless lines of tunnels, all the time there would be new turns, different passage ways to choose from, fork roads, and it just continued on for-ever.

"So erhm.." Jake swallowed. "The Ice Kings mind huh?"

"Yep." Marceline acknowledged without even looking down at Jake.

"Sure is a heck of a lot cleaner than I would have imagined." Jake commented.

"Uhu." Marceline nodded.

"I mean, I thought we would run into crazy town at least, but this is just.. nothing." Jake commented. "But perhaps that's not to surprising either, he doesn't seem to have to many bricks to move around with, if you get what I mean." He chuckled.

Marceline sighed deeply. "Well now at least it makes sense." She commented.

"What do you mean?" Jake asked.

"Simon." Marceline told. "Not only was he really nice, but he was also smart as glob." She told. "He even had a brain parasite in his pocket, that little critter loved him."

"FOR REAL?" Jake asked.

"Uhu." Marceline nodded.

"Wow, he must have been a really smart dude." Jake commented. "So you're all-right about this?" he asked.

"What do you mean?" Marceline asked.

"Oh you know, invading some-ones mind, that's kind of private. Who knows what we'll encounter. You're okay with just seeing your old friend like that?" Jake asked.

"Well." Marceline bit her lip as she swallowed. "I don't see how it can be much worse than what I have all-ready seen."

"Yeah I guess that's true." Jake finally admitted. "Man, how long are these tunnels, they are just going on for-ever." He commented tired.

"Yeah." Marceline nodded.

"Yo I was thinking of some-thing." Jake then commented.

"What?" Marceline asked.

"Well, we are not really in the physical world are we?" Jake asked. "We are inside the Ice Kings mind."

"Yeah, so?" Marceline asked.

"You think the tail trick will even work?" Jake asked. "I mean, we are just thoughts inside of some-ones mind, my tail isn't even real, nothing is. How do we even know it'll lead us back to Finn?"

Marceline stopped, stopped right up in her tracks and her eyes widened, the finally she looked down at where Jake was supposed to be, except, he wasn't even there. "Jake?" she asked, then looked around with wide open eyes. "JAKE!" she yelled. "Oh no." she swallowed. "Don't tell me I've been trapped in this labyrinth."

"Oh pretty lady, so you figured out." A voice sounded, echoing through the endless ice tunnels. "I just needed you to go far enough in so you would get lost, now you are. Lost for-ever little Marceline, inside the Ice Kings prison!"

"HEY YOU CAN'T DO THAT!" Marceline yelled. "I'll just wake myself up!"

"You can't." the voice sounded. "You're to deep inside of the Ice Kings prison.. now I'll come and get you." The voice told and behind Marceline a shadow was running past her, Marceline turned towards it, but only for the running shadow to be behind her back again. "Another prisoner! ILL TAKE IT!"

"GLOB!" Marceline shouted and then took a run for it.

"Oh so you think you can run! Be my guest!" the voice crackled. "You're all-ready lost for-ever! There is no way out of this mind labyrinth!"

"Oh yeah!" Marceline hissed. "We'll see about that!" she exclaimed turning a corner, only to stop as she had nearly fallen down into an endless dark pitt right in front of her. "OH GLOB!" she exclaimed waving her arms back and ford as she almost lost balance, finally she found balance again and swept her forehead with her hand. "Phew." She sighed.

And then the cruel voice laughed. "HAHAHA! RUN LITTLE GIRL! RUN!"

Marceline looked left and right, trying to figure a way to run to, as a little voice yelled. "MARCELINE!"

Wide-eyed Marceline looked in front of herself, at the other side of the pitt, where a pink teddy bear was standing waving at her. "Hambo?" Marceline questioned.

"Yes!" Hambo responded to her. "Marceline! You need to get to the centre of the labyrinth! That's where he is!"

Marceline blinked. "Who?" she aksed.

"There's no time!" Hambo exclaimed. "Follow me quick! Or he will get you and freeze you like all these memories, and you'll be trapped for-ever!"

"Who will freeze me?" Marceline asked.

"The Ice king!" Hambo told. "The true Ice King, he is also trapped in here, he hasn't yet managed to escape into the real world. Come on this way!" Hambo waved his arm.

Marceline blinked as she looked after Hambo. "HAMBO WAIT!" she yelled, then looked down at the pit, then looked behind her shoulder before she gathered courage and took a sprint, before she jumped over the pit, glided and tripped a good way in front of her, before she managed to run again. "HAMBO!" she yelled.

"This way!" Hambo waved in front of her and Marceline followed, left and right, then left again. Hambo always being so far in front, and the evil voice seeming to come closer and closer. "Hambo! Will you answer me some-thing?" Marceline asked.

"No time, hurrie!" Hambo exclaimed.

"That thing chasing me, he is the thing freezing up all of Simons memories, creating this labyrinth isn't he?" Marceline asked.

"Yes." Hambo told.

"But that thing, is the thing that isn't really Simon right?" Marceline asked. "It's what making this prison, and keeping Simon trapped. Right?" she asked. "It's what fell right into him the first time he put on the crown!"

"Yes, YES!" Hambo exclaimed. "This way!" he pointed.

"Then what are you?" Marceline asked Hambo. "You're not Simon either!"

"I am part of Simon." Hambo told. "I am his love for you, as long as I am free, he will never ever harm you."

Marceline's eyes widened. "Wow." She whispered. "Well then I am sure glad you haven't been frozen yet."

"It's been close, some-times." Hambo admitted. "But he never really succeeded, not as long as you were close enough out-side."

"Oh, there you are."

Marceline stopped, right in front of her, was a shadow.. a white shadow, kind of having the shape of the Ice king, with the pointy white crown on his head, the bushy hair and probably also beard, and just the hint of eyes, but he was just an out-line, a shadow.. a shadow of frost. "Urgh! Love has been protected you again has it, Marceline." He mocked.

"HEY!" Hambo exclaimed putting himself between Marceline and the white shadow. "Leave her alone! Don't touch her."

"Hmpf." The white shadow snorted. "Hambo, the love for a little girl, you know where you belong don't you?" he asked. "FROZEN WITH THE MEMORIES!" he yelled launching out his white shadow hands shooting beams at them.

Though suddenly a new figure jumped up, and placed herself in the light, cutting it the freezing ray itself with her yellow sword.

Marcelines eyes widened, in front of her was a little figurine, it looked so petite, kind of had the shape of princess Bubblegum, but this princess with a golden crown on her head was made of white porcelain, in spite of that though, she had just managed to slash through the Ice Kings attack.

"And who's that?" Marceline blinked wid-eyed, looking at the fine little Porcelain princess.

The Porcelain princess turned around, and revealed her cracked face, obviously broken in one of her many, countless battles, with the Ice king. "I am the princess, I am Simons love for Betty." She told.

"She's the only one whom has ever been able to stand up against the Ice King." Hambo whispered. "For some reason, he can't freeze her."

"For a thousand years I have kept the Ice King abbey here inside." The porcelain princess told raising her sword. "He is just as trapped as all of us, he can re-decorate and freeze the memories that would otherwise form this place, but he can't leave. Not yet."

"HOW SPITE FULL!" The Ice King hissed, yelling, wining. "KEPT PRISONER BY A PORCELAIN GIRL AND A TEDDY-BEAR! Why must I be given so lousy prison guards! One day I'll freeze you! I'll freeze you for eternity!"

Wide eyed Marceline looked at the angry shadow, kept back by the Porcelain princess's sword.

"What.. What'll happen if he ever escapes?" Marceline asked in a swallow.

"He'll freeze the entire world." Hambo told. "Like he has frozen Simons mind. Every-thing in your world would end, or at least, it wont be as it used to be."

"So you guys.. Simons love. Has kept this monster prisoner here to for all this time?" Marceline asked.

Hambo nodded. "Come hurrie! Porcealine Princess wont be able to hold him abbay for long. If he gets to you he'll freeze you. And you'll be trapped for-ever to!" he told running away. "We must get to the centre of the Labyrinth!"

"BUT WHY?!" Marceline shouted. "WHAT IS IT THAT'S IN THE CENTRE?!" she asked. "WHAT IS IS THAT'S SO IMPORTANT?! Huh?" Marceline stopped up, suddenly she wasn't in the icy caves any-more, she was… in the apocalypse? She recognised it, it was the remains after the Mushroom war.

But still, no one was there, only tons of empty destroyed houses, trash laying every-where, the sky was black and polluted. "Hallo?" Marceline called. "Hambo? Porcelain princess?" she asked. "HALLOOO!"

Her voice echoed through the buildings, through the empty street, it seemed endless, this eternal apocalypse, and this time.. this time Marceline really was, completely alone in the midst of it.

Shaking Marceline wrapped her arms around herself as she moved down the broken streets, it was made even more eerie by the fact that Marceline knew she most probably had a place very similar to this inside of her own mind, except there, Simon would be roaming about, happy and carefree to help her with a joking smile, he wasn't here though… no one was.

Then suddenly as Marceline took another step, she had stepped on some-thing soft… grass.. blinking Marceline looked down at her foot and saw the green grass she was stepping up, she looked up and the apokolypse was gone, instead she was… right back in Ooo?

It looked like Ooo, very near to Finn and Jakes tree-house in fact.. The Ice kingdom wasn't to far away from this place either. "Huh." Marceline blinked. "Well, this is nice.."

"HURRIE CAKE! HURRIE!" A girls voice shouted.

"I'm gonna get you!" another womans voice sounded, Marceline turned her head, and saw a blond girl, with a bunny hat on her head, racing with a cat that was stretching pretty much the same way that Jake always did.

"THERE SHE IS!" The girl grinned pointing at Marceline. "HALLOOOO! How are you?" the girl grinned as she stopped right in front of Marceline and the cat had to stop so quick that she stumbled, landing by the girls feet's.

Marceline blinked as she tried to take in the girls features.. clearly this was a tom-boy, she wore a sword in her green shoulder bag.. a shoulder bag just like Finns, her blouse were just like Finns as well and.

"Fionna?" Marceline asked.

"Oh, so you have heard about me?" Fionna asked. "That's great."

"Well, Simon.. that is the Ice King, he.. likes to tell stories about you." Marceline admitted.

"YAY!" Fionna exclaimed jumping up in the air. "You heard that Cake! We are famouse out-side!"

"Well I wouldn't exactly call it that." Marceline admitted scratching her cheeks. "So erh, you are?" she asked.

"We are Simons imagination hun." Cake purred from down Fionnas feet's. "When every-thing gets to difficult and lonely for him, he goes here."

"He must go here a lot." Marceline pointed out in a slight eye-roll. "He has an entire library full of stories about you guys."

"Well, often things are to difficult and lonely when you are trapped in your own mind, what do you want?" Cake asked.

"And when he is here, he is always looking for some-thing.. really desperately." Fionna told. "But he never told what it is, I don't even think he knows that, poor Simon." She sighed deeply. "Hottie Ice King." She then giggled in her hands.

"Hottie Ice king?" Marceline asked.

Cake shrugged. "We are what-ever Simon wants us to be, what do you want sister?" she asked.

"I'm not all that sure I like this." Marceline then admitted.

"Njaah, don't worry about it." Fionna shrugged. "Simon sure has his issues, but even down here, in his deepest fantasies, where every-thing can be what ever he wants it to be. There still are no hot naked chicks around worshipping his body. We are parked directly beside his deep loneliness, you just came from there. And when he finally does get here, all he wants is to hear me and Cake tell him about our adventures. For hours some-times, he really likes that, to follow our adventures, it makes him happy." She told, then she smiled warmly at Marceline. "Yo, you can check this out!" she exclaimed holding up two hands folded as if she was holding some-thing in it.

"What is it?" Marceline asked.

"Simons deepest most secret desire!" Fionna smiled. "So deep and secret that he doesn't even know what it is, I guess that's why he is so confused some-times."

"Oh I don't know, I don't think I even want to see that." Marceline swallowed.

"Aw come on, give it a look. It's harmless I promise!" Fionna grinned.

"Urhm.. okay.." Marceline hesitated, then slowly she stepped forward, and bowed over, squinting her eyes looking down the little hole in Fionnas hand, then Marceline blinked, down there was a tiny little living room, it looked so nice, in it was sitting a red-haired woman, all cosy and warm in a green sweater, chatting happily with… a miniature version of Marceline?.. it was! It was herself! And she looked so very happy, then the door of the living room opened and in stepped a tiny little figure of Simon, laughing as he stood there with a tray with cups of tea, which he handed to Marceline and Betty, only for Betty to kiss him on the cheek and Simon blushed bemused as he almost dropped the tray in all his awkwardness. "Wow.." Marceline blinked. "That's.. That's so normal." She swallowed looking up at Fionna.

"Some-times there are more people than just them, Finn and Jake can be there to playing on BMO, or princess Bubblegum! Or some-thing else entirely! But there's always people, you can be sure of that." Fionna told in a wide smile.

"There's nothing extraordinary about that at all is there?" Marceline asked. "So what about you? How do you fit in?" she asked.

Fionna laughed as she opened the hands apart and there was nothing there. "I think I remind him of his two favourite girls in the entire universe! He says those two girls are stronger than any guy he have ever met!"

Marceline blinked. "Who are his two favourite girls?" she asked.

"Now you're just silly." Fionna giggled.

"Ooh." Marceline realised. "Yeah I guess that was kind of stupid." She admitted. "I guess that's kind of flattering so erh, he comes here right? Can I see him?" Marceline asked. "Is he here?" she asked.

"Not right now, sorry." Cake shook her head. "Nothing will change as long as you stay here at one spot hun, you need to get to the centre!"

"Centre?" Marceline asked. "Oh yeah, the centre of the labyrinth, is it close?" she asked.

"You need to go that way!" Fionna pointed in the direction of the tree house right behind them. "The tree house is the centre of our own realm, Simons imagination. Because that's where Cake and I life! Go there!" she told.

"Okay thanks!" Marceline nodded and turned around, to float in the appointed direction.

"BYE! GOOD LUCK! IT WAS GREAT TO MEET YOU!" Fionna shouted as she waved after Marceline whom floated away.

"Well, I guess that deepest imagination could be way worse than this." Marceline had to admit as she floated up in the tree-house, then slowly reached for the door and opened it, only to suddenly be faced with.. a huge monster!

A monster like those from the apokolypse, green oose floating through its eye-balls and open wide mouth as it roared.

Marceline screamed, screamed her head off as she smacked the door closed in front of her, only to realise, the door itself was different! It was a big iron door now! And she was not out-side of any tree-house! She was in a dungoun! "What.. What the glob?" Marceline asked turning around. "What's this now?" she asked.

As she spoke, a pair of green glowing eyes opened in the darkness, looking at her, a pair of red glowings eyes next to it, then yellow and more and more.

"ARGGH!" Marceline screamed. "Who the glob are you supposed to be?!"

And the voices spoke, all the voices in a big unison. "We are Simons regrets, we are the punishment he place upon himself, we are his shame of what he has become, his sorrow, his despair."

"Well that's all kinds of messed up." Marceline hissed.

"Help us!" The voiced called. "Help uuusss… we are starviiiiing."

Marceline blinked and then looked around, as she realised.. big chunks of the wall were missing as if some-one, or some-thing, had bit right through it and.. eaten it! "YOU'RE ARE EATING SIMON?!" she exclaimed. "Ew Gross!"

"MARCELINE!" The voices yelled. "MARCELINEEE! HELP US HEEELP!" they yelled as suddenly, long claw like hands, there was no meat on them at all, just skin stretched over the poor bones showing their poor starvation that would never be filled no matter how much they fed on Simon.

Marceline backed away as all the monsters advanced, each little a little different from the other, but they all looked kind of pathetic, then suddenly Marceline realised she was pressed up against the wall, and had no-where to run Screaming Marcline fumbled with her hands, searching for a way out, any way out from the advancing monsters that was now starting to turn green, green ooze starting to fall out of their eye-balls, just like with all the mutants from the apocolypse! Marceline squinted her eyes closed, then suddenly her hand grabbed some-thing. A DOOR HANDLE! Marceline was standing up against a door!

Quickly she grabbed the handle and opened the door, to fall backwards into a new room where she landed harshly on the floor, on the ice floor!

Wide-eyed Marceline looked up, she was back in the Ice tunnels! And the door, the door she had just fallen through, it was gone! In front of her there was nothing but a solid Ice wall!

"Oh there you are!"

Slowly Marceline turned her head, and was faced with her old pink Teddy bear.

"I was getting worried, don't stray away like that!" Hambo lectured.

"I'm sorry." Marceline blinked. "I lost sight of you for a moment there. I just saw… what was that?" she asked.

"You all-ready know that." Hambo pointed out. "This maze has many rooms, countless of them, each of them supposed to be a trap to catch any-one whom accidently stumbles in there. Come on, the centre is this way." He told waving Marceline with him.

"Hambo, you still haven't told me. What is it that's so important at the centre?" Marceline asked. "I don't think I was supposed to go this far in at all."

"Njah it's okay." Hambo told. "If you get to the centre, you can be send right back from there. There's a short cut there."

"Really?" Marceline asked.

"Uhu." Hambo nodded.

"Wow.." Marceline blinked as she looked around herself. "It's starting to get really dark in here."

"We are nearing the centre." Hambo told quietly.

"Oh that's good, feels like we been walking for-ever." Marceline sighed and then stopped.. now every-thing was dark, it was pitch black. "Huh?" Marceline asked. "What now?"

"Got you now…" a voice whispered, almost seductively.

Marcelines eyes widened. "SHIT!" she exclaimed. "Hambo, we gotta run.. we gotta." Marceline turned her head and discovered, Hambo was frozen to ice, deep inside of an icicle up against the wall. By Marcelines feet's, the ice was growing, reaching towards her.

"What are you going to do now little girl, no one to show you the way!"

"ARGH!" At ones Marceline turned and started to run, run as fast as she could. "THE CENTRE! HAMBO SAID IT WAS CLOSE!"

"There is no centre, this labyrinth is endless!" The voice exclaimed as the temperature grew even colder and the ice walls around Marceline grew thicker, thus the room itself smaller. "Oh Glob-glob-glob-glob!" she exclaimed as she ran, blind due to the vast darkness, the presence looming closer and closer as the tunnel got smaller and smaller, she took a turn, and then barely managed to stop! "ARGH!" as yet another, deep black bottomless pit was right in front of her. No floor, now ceiling, nothing to either left nor right!

"NOW I HAVE YOU!" the ice kings voice triumphed. "Trapped for-ever! Vampire Queen!"

Wide-eyed Marceline turned around so she stood with her back at the empty abyss, suddenly realising, the tunnel that had been behind her was closed! She was now standing on a tiny little platform attached to the icy wall, frightened Marceline looked up. What now?

Wait.. wait a minute.. she could float..

Marceline groaned, how could she have forgotten she could float? Just, fly out of here! Minds were a weird place to be!

With that in mind, Marceline stepped away from the plat-form, only to suddenly realise.. she couldn't float!

At least not in here! Because, now she was falling! Falling into darkness, into the for-ever abyss if the Ice Kings prison mind, that seemed to go on for-ever and ever, and Marceline could only scream, scream as the dark engulfed her and she could barely reach. "ARGGHHHH!"

"Urgh.." Marceline groaned as she slowly opened her eyes, around her, there was such a warm cosy glow, it all looked so warm and cosy. She was laying on some-thing soft, a blanket was tugged around her, looking up, Marceline saw a wooden ceiling she was… in a room?

It looked kind of like the room of one of those old wooden huts, but neat and clean, beside her was a book shelf filled with books.. though the light in here was very dim yet warm.

Marceline searched for the light source and discovered, just one single candle burning on a desk, small scribbling sounds sounded, and since there was nothing else there than the burning candle those sounds seemed rather loud.

Marceline blinked as she realised, there was a man sitting by the desk beside the candle, hunched over the desk, writing, he had his back to Marceline, but she could see his arm moving, and just glance at the paper he was writing on.

The man was wearing a brown suite jacket, his hair was dark brown and the skin tone of his hand olive coloured, then he stopped.. A frowning sound sounded as the hand reached up, and pulled off a pair of round purple glasses, which he proceeded to clean in his sleeve before he put them on again.

Those glasses were instantly recognisable! Marceline knew them at ones. "Simon?" she asked.

Blinking the man turned around and looked at her, a kind looking familiar face, black eyes looked just slightly surprised at her as he blinked. "Oh, you're awake." Then he smiled. "I'm so glad, now you can help me with this song I'm writing."

"Huh?" Marceline blinked sitting up. "What?"

"Try and give it a listen, it goes like this." Simon told turning all the way towards her in the chair, holding the piece of paper in his hand, slowly he nodded his head, making a rhythm with his mouth. "Du ba du ba, skadi da… Here I am sitting in my frozen wasteland. No one can reach me man. And I just question, when will I be home with you? My princess, please say you think of me to. My little girl, I wish I could be there. But I am trapped, I am right… here." Then he frowned. "Hmm, no I get what you're saying, it's not quite right is it?" he asked, putting his pencil in his mouth chewing thoughtfully. "In fact, it doesn't even make a lick of sense!" he chuckled amused.

"Oh." Marceline blinked. "No it was all-right."

"That's very kind of you to say, but I think there's a good reason why I'm not a lyricist." Simon chuckled amused as he grumbled the paper together in his and threw it over his shoulder, so suddenly it landed in a big pile of similar grumbled together papers Marceline hadn't even noticed before that suddenly was in the room. "I don't think I should sell me university degree just yet." He blinked. "That would be pretty! Me getting back together with the high school rock band! Wheeui!" he exclaimed, holding up his arms as if he was playing an invisible guitar. "Standing there on the scene! The Frostbites and the crowd goes!... Cricket sounds.. brr, brr, brr." He simulated the sound of cricket. "Add some icy wind and some grass blowing by wooosh." He moved his hand, then turned his head. "Guys, I don't know how to break this to you.. but I don't think this is going to work out. Well." He shrugged. "Back to the old dusty books for me!"

Marceline couldn't help it, Simons calm naturally warm joking attitude just had a way of putting her at ease and she smiled, and even chuckled amused.

And Simon smiled at her. "That's right, good to see you're feeling better."

"Oh I am good." Marceline told, then blinked as she looked around, in the small room. "Where.. Are we?" she asked.

"I don't know." Simon responded. "Honestly I don't even remember how or when I got here, and suddenly you were there to. Well, nice with some company." He smiled at her.

"What, really?" Marceline asked. "You have no idea how long you've been here?"

Simon shrugged. "Nope, no idea, things are kind of funny here. Things keeps changing, I don't even think that time works in the regular way. Nothing does really. Would you like some tea?"

"No I.." Marceline began, but suddenly realised, she was all-ready sitting by a tea table. She couldn't remember having seen one in the room, couln't remember having walked towards it or sat down in a chair, she was just sitting there, with a red straw-berry cake in front of her as Simon poured tea for both of them.

"How?" Marceline asked as she gaped. Then her eyes widened as she realised. "Oh god! I am inside your head!"

Simon blinked. "Pardon?"

"I GOT TO GET OUT OF HERE!" Marceline exclaimed jumping up from the chair, knocking over her tea-cup in the process, then wide-eyed she looked in all directions before she finally saw the door, and she sprinted towards.

"Wait!" Simon exclaimed from his tea table, reaching out a hand. "I wouldn't do that!" he told.

Marceline though didn't listen, she just tore the door open and.. was met with a huge big snow-storm, the snow was whirling every-where right in her face, all she could see were white, white and more white. The sky was white, the ground was white, every-thing was white!

It was a massive, massive waste-land of ice and snow, and it threatened to blow Marceline over and destroy the room behind her. Frightened Marceline grabbed the door, and had to use all her powers, all her strength to pull it back, before at last she closed it. "Phew." Marceline exhaled leaning up against the door sinking down.

Then looked at Simon whom was now sitting in his chair by the writing desk, tea table and all on it had mysteriously vanished, the small pile of grumbled papers were gone, the bed Marceline had woken up in.. Gone.. The only furniture in the room was that chair Simon was sitting in, and the desk he was leaning up against as he just sat there, not moving one bit to help her, just looked at her.

"You're not really Simon are you?" Marceline asked.

Simon didn't answer, just looked at her.

Marceline rolled her eyes. "Well then, if you're not Simon, what are you then?" she asked.

"I don't know." This person looking and sounding like Simon told. "I've been trapped here for as long as I can remember. I can't recall any-thing else but this room, and that wasteland out there." He told pointing at the door. "The storm never settles, it's always like that, I'm trapped here. I can't get out."

"Oh." Marceline blinked, frowning as she rubbed her chin. "Wait.. None of this is real is it?" she asked. "I'm still inside of the Ice Kings mind so.. In one way or another, you're part of him? But.. Trapped out here in the wastelands… In the centre of the waste-lands actually, in the centre of.. Of the labyrinth." She blinked and the wide-eyed looked up.

"DING DING DING! YOU GOT IT!" Simon exclaimed in a happy voice as he sprung up from the chair pointing at Marceline with a finger as he blinked at her.

"Wait, you just said you don't remember who you are!" Marceline exclaimed.

"I also just told you that every-thing inside of this room changes all the time." Simon told in a warm teasing smile. "Why should I be any different than the table or the bed here? We all change, all the time." He smiled amused walking past a mirror, that wasn't there before.. except the mirror reflection behind him didn't mirror the Simon in front of Marceline, it was mirroring an old blue skinned man, though still with a thick set of hair and wearing the purple glasses, the mirror showed the Simon that Marceline had first met a thousand years ago, while the original human Simon was standing in front of it. "You just reminded me of what I am, so of course I end up remembering!" he grinned as if it was dead logic.

It wasn't.. not at all.

"And this is how you remember me, isn't it?" Simon asked in a broad smile as suddenly, he had become the pointy nosed blue skinned man with the glasses and ragged clothes, and the human Simon was the mirror reflection. Simon standing there in front of her, blue skinned, bearded, thick hair, crown hanging in a string against his thigh, he even had that heavy travel bag on his shoulder, it was exactly the way that Marceline remembered..

In that moment Marceline had a difficult time not to cry, it was all to much, she couldn't speak at the moment, so she nodded instead, hanging her head squinting her eyes together.

"Hey sweet-heart, don't cry. It's okay." Simon spoke as he bowed down in front of her, putting his hand beneath her chin, then slowly raised up her head so Marceline was facing his blue purple-ish head, and his kind warm eyes behind the purple glasses, the eyes themselves seeming to glow and smile at her, just to cheer her up.

It was all to much, way to much for Marceline as she sniffed again looking at him, tears silently rolling down her cheeks.

"You don't need to cry Marcy. You found me, or at least you found part of me. And that's good." Simon told in a warm smile, keeping her head lifted with his hand.

Marceline nodded and Simon gave her one last warm smile before he stood up, and then turned to the book-shelf by the wall, now turning more serious.

"Marcy, listen to me, I know why you are here." Simon told as he reached for a book in the shelf.

"You do?" Marceline asked.

"Yes, you wish to know what it is the Ice King found out, what is it, that is so dangerous that even he feared for his life." Simon questioned as he turned towards Marceline with the book in his hands. "This" he told reaching towards her. "This is the memory! Open it up and enter, afterwards you'll be given back to the real world."

"But." Marceline asked, without even looking at the book, just at Simons face. "What about you? Won't you be coming?" she asked.

"Sweet-heart, I would love to." Simon sighed deeply. "But I am trapped here." He told reaching for Marceline's cheek, gently rubbing it. "I can't get out the same way as you. Out-side that door, there is an eternal ice wasteland. There is no way for me to cross it without getting lost, just.. try to listen to the wind."

"What?" Marceline asked.

"Come on, concentrate real hard, listen to the wind out-side." Simon asked.

Marceline blinked then nodded as she closed her eyes and listen, listened to the harsh wind that was grabbing the wooden panels, blowing out-side, harshly, then suddenly she realised. "Voices?" she asked. "The wind is carrying.. voices?" she asked opening her eyes looking at Simon. "I can barely make them out!" she told.

"Of course you can't they are speaking to me." Simon told. "To me, those voices are extremely loud, it's like some-one yelling in my ear all the time. And I mean, all the time!"

"But.." Marceline blinked. "Who's voices are they?" she asked. "Yours?" she asked.

Simon shook his head. "It's the crown." He told. "It's the voices of the crown, I can't rest, I can't sleep, I can't even relax, to tell the truth just being in here, I am exhausted, so very tired." He yawned deeply, rubbing his eyes, and true enough, Simon looked terrible, absolutely terrible. "They shout of me all the time, from out there!" he pointed at the door. "I need help Marcy." He told holding her two hands. "I need some-one to help me cross that wasteland and past the voices, if I am ever to get out of here."

Marceline swallowed, then she sniffed as she stood up. "I'll get you that help Simon!" she stated. "I swear! I'll be back for you!" she told.

Amused Simon looked at her. "Well, I know you'll try." He told amused. "Betty is out there calling for me to isn't she?" he asked looking up in the ceiling.

Marceline swallowed. "Yeah." She told.

"Could you give my love to her?" Simon asked. "Oh! And you can remember this, yeah it's not always I can hear you but. That doesn't mean it's not worth trying." He told, as he reached up pulling the glasses of his noes. "Here, take these." He asked, laying the glasses in Marcelines hands that were all-ready holding the book.

"Your glasses?" Marceline asked.

"Or! My umidiable essence as I like to call them!" Simon grinned holding up a finger.

"But.. don't you need them?" Marceline asked.

"Marceline, they are not real! I am not real, I'm just a thought deep down in a subconscious." Simon amused pointed out as suddenly, he had turned back into his human form.

"But, what then would be the point of me taking the glasses? Wont they just be gone when I come back?" Marceline asked.

Simon shrugged. "You're going to the surface, maybe you can pull part of me with you."

"Really?" Marceline asked.

"I honestly don't know, maybe nothing will happen at all. But we might as well try right?" Simon asked. "I honestly hate you have to do all of that, I wish I could at least help."

"That's all-right Simon." Marceline smiled holding both book and glasses. "We'll manage, I promise."

And Simon smiled, warmly and amused as he stood in front of Marceline. "Now you got to hurry, your friends are worried about you. I don't want you to be trapped in here for-ever with me." He told in a warm smile, then he guided Marceline's hand, to open the book.

Suddenly a ray of light, shot out from the books pages.

Wide-eyed Marceline looked up, looked at Simon as she swallowed, tears falling from her eyes. "Simon.. this is to quick. There's so much I want to tell you. I.. I.."

Simon just smiled warmly at her as he stood there with hands on his back. "I know." He told.

And suddenly Marceline was gone, gone with the book in her hands, gone from the small hut, leaving Simon whom merely stood there, all alone, sighing deeply as he lowered his head.

"So.." A voice whispered. "You gave her some of your essence to pull out-side, you really think that is going to help you?"

Simon shrugged. "I don't know, I guess I just have to wait and see. Maybe pulling some of my memories to the surface would help just a little bit."

"Pff, not for long Simon! You know that! You'll just be pulled right back in here! Or freeze to death out in the cold, this sanctuary you made will be gone with you! Then there'll be nothing left of you!" The voice exclaimed.

Simon though looked down at his stomach, which suddenly had become just a tad bit transparent. "I suppose, but what ever little help I can give still counts doesn't it?" he asked. "I can't leave Marcy and Betty out there to their own devices! I need to safe them! If don't at least make the afford, then what am I?"

"Sure you do Simon, but you have to ask yourself one thing… who's going to safe you?"

And Simon swallowed, though the lump was stuck in his throat. "Betty and Marceline." He sniffed. "They wont give up! They'll come for me!"

"You're sure about that?"

"YES!" Simon exclaimed. "You don't even know them! All you do is trying to take away my confidence! You'll say any-thing to make me break! Well it's not happening! I know those two girls! They wont stop! They wont ever stop!"

And the voice spoke, in a disappearing voice, almost like a whisper. "Neither will I…"