DOUGH:Hai,here you go chapter 3 this one probably have slow facing...i'll try to writring better.
LEMON:....
DOUGH:sigh,you again...what now?
LEMON:...
LEMON: you really do anything else beside working with your other work huh?
DOUGH:Ah God,this shit again? Could you Zip it?
LEMON:Zip it? ZIP IT??? oh i'll if you stop being distracted and do your other work!
DOUGH:Aish...SYBAU..
LEMON:SYBAU?! SYBAU!!! HOW DARE YOU SYBAU ME YOU FAT BASTARD!
DOUGH:man this femboy so annoying...
LEMON:WHO ARE YOU CALLING A FEMBO!
DOUGH:Anyway...Enjoy!
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The Candy Kingdom was in chaos.
Candy houses,shop and other structural Made by candy and sugar—melted into sticky puddles, gumdrop windows shattered, and frosting rooftops dripped down like sludge. Smoke rose in the distance as screams filled the air. A gang of mutants—bandits stormed through the streets, laughing cruelly as they smashed through anything in their way.
"Hahahaha! Take this—and this—and that!" howled a green-skinned, four-armed mutant woman as she hurled a flaming molotov into a cotton candy cart. The explosion sent marshmallow fluff flying everywhere, sticking to terrified citizens who scattered toward the safety of the palace.
The Banana Guards—tall candy soldiers in banana-peel armor with caramel drizzles and popsicle-stick legs—rushed to defend their people. Each one held a bronze staff tipped with a glittering candy gem. But for all their bluster, their fighting skills were pathetic. They stumbled into each other, dropped their weapons, and shrieked at the sight of fire.
One guard tried to charge forward, only to trip over a gumdrop rock. Another waved his staff weakly before being blown sky-high by a stick of dynamite.
"Pathetic!" sneered one of the bandits, a broad-shouldered humanoid mutant with tusks jutting from his jaw. He swung a spiked club through a candy cart, splattering jellybeans everywhere. "This is your so-called security? Weaklings! How hasn't anyone taken this place over yet?"
The four-armed woman laughed, catching another molotov in her lower hands while gripping a sword in her upper ones. "These Banana Guards don't even know how to use their spears right! Bunch of candy-coated clowns." With a sick grin, she sliced clean through one panicked guard's armor, the peel helmet rolling across the cobblestones.
"Waaaah! Someone help us!" shrieked another guard, dropping his staff and bolting for the palace gates.
The bandits only laughed louder at their incompetence. The youngest of the group, a lanky blue mutant with razor teeth, licked his lips. "Heh. Let's wrap this up already. Forget the candy trash—let's grab the Princess. We take her, we own this whole kingdom. Then we kill her, slow."The gang cheered at his words, their laughter echoing through the ruined csndy streets.
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Inside the Candy Castle, a group of frightened citizens huddled together. Marshmallows, lollipops, cupcakes, jellybeans, donuts—every kind of candy person squeezed into the grand hall, trembling as distant explosions rattled the sugar-glass windows.
"What do we do?!" cried a trembling Candy Apple, her caramel-gloss arms shaking as she clutched her children close.
Whispers of fear spread among the crowd, echoing through the chamber like the crinkle of wrappers.
"Quiet, everyone." A small but commanding voice cut through the panic.
Stepping forward was a peppermint disk in a sharp blue butler's coat, red-striped arms tucked neatly behind his back. His white eyes were calm, his bow-tie sharp, his manner steady. Peppermint Butler.
"There is no need to be afraid," he said, voice smooth and measured, as if chaos outside meant nothing to him. "Her majesty, Princess Bubblegum, is already working to handle this situation. She will not abandon her people."
Though his words were gentle, his presence carried weight. For all his polite exterior, there was something deeper in Peppermint Butler—something that even now, as bandits stormed the kingdom, felt… unshakable. Perhaps even dangerous.
"Come now," he continued, gesturing with one tiny hand. "Follow me. There is a secure vault within the castle. If these thugs break through, you will still be safe."
Grateful murmurs rippled through the crowd as the candy citizens shuffled after him, trusting the peppermint butler's composure more than their own shaky legs.
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Meanwhile, high above the frightened mob, a figure watched from the upper levels of the castle.
Light pink skin, magenta hair that gleamed like pulled taffy, a gown of soft bubblegum fabric trimmed in violet—Princess Bubblegum. Her arms gripped the windowsill tightly as she glared down at the chaos below.
The bandits had already blown apart the outer gates, reduced her Banana Guards to molten caramel piles, and were now hammering at the palace doors with clubs and explosives. The air was thick with smoke and melted sugar.
"Those fudge-headed thugs," she hissed, wiping sweat from her brow. "What do they even want? To hurt my guards, my people—attacking without warning?"
She took a shaky breath, forcing her thoughts into order. "I hope Peppermint Butler has already led the others into the vault. At least then, they'll be safe."
PB stepped back into her lab—a room crowded with strange machinery, vials of glowing syrup, and unfinished candy-tech experiments. Her voice was low but firm. "I can't just sit here. I'm their princess. I need to do something."
But before she could act, the castle doors exploded inward with a thunderous blast of dynamite.
Smoke billowed through the shattered entrance as the tusked, broad-shouldered mutant strode in, coughing but grinning wide. Behind him came the four-armed green woman, still clutching burning bottles.
"About time!" the tusked one barked, glaring at her. "Why didn't you think to use dynamite first?! Would've saved us half the trouble!"
The green mutant rolled all four eyes. "Ugh, I forgot, okay? Get off my back! Flip over it!"
The gang spilled into the grand hall, boots crunching across cracked candy tiles. They looked around at the empty corridors, their faces twisting in annoyance.
"They're hiding," the woman growled. "I saw some of those candy trash slip away before we could grab them."
"Doesn't matter," the tusked leader smirked. "They're weak. We'll drag 'em out sooner or later. And the princess… she's here somewhere."
Outside, captured candy folk already sat in cages stacked near the castle gates—terrified jellybeans, crying cupcakes, even a few battered Banana Guards slumped in shame. Standing guard was the lanky blue mutant with razor-sharp teeth, flanked by two sneering female bandits.
They laughed among themselves, jabbing sticks at the candy prisoners, not noticing the rumble in the distance.
Because out there, racing across the open fields, came two figures.
One tall, yellow, long-legged and impossible to miss. The other small, wearing a white bear hat that flapped in the wind, gripping tight to his brother's back
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Finn POV:
There it was. The Candy Kingdom.
From a distance, it didn't even look real—like someone dumped a sugar-coated dream into the middle of the world. The towering walls looked like layered cake frosted in thick vanilla, with gummy gems pressed along the battlements. Beyond the gates, I could see the Cotton Candy Forest swaying with the breeze, every branch spun sugar-pink. To the east, the jagged Rock Candy Mountains glittered like broken glass under the sun. Somewhere further in lay Lake Butterscotch, its golden surface bubbling like molten syrup.
It was exactly like in the show I remembered, but… different. More solid—realistic. If I licked the air, I swear it would taste sweet.
Beneath us, Jake's long yellow legs pounded the peanut brittle streets, cracks forming with each step as he sprinted in giant form. I clung tight to his furry back, my oversized blue shirt flapping, my white bear hat pulled low against the rushing wind.
"Jake!" I shouted over the gusts. "I see 'em—three freaks by the cages! They've got candy people trapped!"
Jake's stretched-out neck turned, his wide grin catching the sunlight. His green mohawk whipped back as he squinted at the scene ahead. "Heh, yeah, I see 'em too, buddy. So… what's the plan?"
I bared my tiny baby teeth in a grin that didn't feel like a kid's. "What else? We beat 'em."
Jake chuckled, that laid-back tone never leaving him. "Heh, knew you'd say that." He flexed his massive arms, still sprinting faster. "Alright, bud. Hold tight Finn!"
I reloaded Mom's crossbow, the string creaking as the arrow locked in place. My little fingers trembled, not from fear—but from something else. Excitement. Adrenaline. The fire in my chest was burning hot, hotter than anything I'd felt in either life.
This was it. My first real fight.
All those years of listening to Mom and Dad's stories—Joshua bragging about his time go adventure with mom and looking dungeon fight some evil stuff, Margaret warning us about demons they once fought when they do their job as adventure and investigator—most of all 95% bizzare stuff. All those nights dreaming of being like the real Finn the Human I'd watched from my old world. Now… here it was. My turn..my shot.
So why did it feel like my heart was about to rip out of my chest?
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Up ahead, one of the bandits noticed us. A female mutant with gray-green skin, droopy eyes, and long limp arms pointed down the road.
"Uh… hey guys… I might be tired, but am I seeing a giant yellow… thing running at us?" Her voice cracked.
The lanky blue-skinned male beside her narrowed his sharp teeth into a grin. "What the—? Nah, she's right! That's—THAT'S COMING STRAIGHT AT US!"
The second female, tall and wiry with a whip coiled at her hip, hissed. "Everyone, get ready! They're charging!"
The blue one raised his claws, eyes narrowing. "Finally. Something fun."
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"Heeeeeeere cooooomes Jackie!!" Jake bellowed, stretching his arms wide as we closed the last few feet.
He swung his fists like wrecking balls, stretching them out in opposite directions before snapping them inward like a rubber band. WHAM! Both female bandits were smacked clean off their feet, crashing into the candy dirt with a yelp.
"Sorry, ladies!" Jake laughed, bouncing back to his regular size.
I leapt from his back mid-swing, soaring through the air. Time slowed—the wind whipping my hat, the crossbow heavy in my hands, the world tilting as I aimed straight at the blue mutant's jagged smile.
"Eat this!" I snarled.
THWIP—THUNK!
The arrow buried itself deep in his left eye.
"AAAAAAGHHHHH! MY EYE!!" he howled, thrashing to the ground, blood spilling down his cheek.
I hit the ground rolling, popping up with a grin stretched across my face. "Bullseye."
"Finn!!" Jake's voice cracked like thunder. His arm stretched, scooping me up before I could rush in again. He cradled me in a giant palm, holding me tight. "Gotcha, little bro. Don't get carried away."
But I was carried away. My blood was still roaring, my grin wide. I stepped off his palm, planting my tiny boots on the peanut brittle street as the blue mutant writhed.
"You little—fudge!" the mutant screamed, clawing at his ruined eye. "I'll rip you apart, you lil'—"
"Shut it!" I cut him off, marching forward with my knife drawn. For a moment, the thought wasn't scare him—it was end him. One clean strike, like Dad used to say about the demons. Quick, efficient.
I could do it. I wanted to do it."time to finishing you off!!"i yeld while rush toward him with an knife on my hand—while other still holding onto my crossbow.
"Finn!" Jake's voice snapped, sharp and uncharacteristically serious.
I froze.
"What do you mean 'finish him off'?" Jake's eyes were locked on mine, his goofy grin gone. "You're five years old, buddy. You really think killing him's? —That's not what heroes do."
I blinked. My chest heaved, the adrenaline twisting me like a storm. "But—look at what they did, Jake! The kingdom's wrecked—shops, houses, all blown up with molotovs and dynamite! The candy people, they're suffering! They don't deserve to breathe after—"
"Finn." Jake stepped closer, his voice dropping low. "That's the adrenaline talking. You're not a killer. You said you wanted to help them before —you want use to be heroes that help them, remember? Heroes don't just cut people down. They help...they protect. That's what makes us different."the true is Jake didn't want for finn to take someone's life too soon, he was only five—they also just lost their parents a few months ago.
The knife trembled in my hand. I looked from Jake's worried eyes to the mutant clutching his ruined socket, writhing and cursing on the ground. My gut twisted.
"...Yeah." My voice was small, but steady. "Yeah, you're right. I almost lost it there."
Jake softened, smiling again. "It's okay, bro. It happens. Just means you care too much sometimes."
I slid the knife back into my backpack, exhaling slow. "You're right. These guys aren't demons like our parents fough before. They're just… scum. They deserve prison, not death."
Jake ruffled my gold blond hair under my white bear hat with his normal size hand. "That's my boy. Now, let's tie 'em up before they wake up cranky."
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The two female bandits were still unconscious, twitching slightly where Jake had flattened them. The blue mutant had passed out from the pain, his breathing ragged. Jake stretched his body like rope, looping them together in a knot only his rubbery form could make.
"Temporary fix," he said with a shrug. "But should hold 'em till we figure something out."
"Don't worry, I brought real rope." I swung my massive green backpack off my shoulders—it was practically the size of my body just twice—and dug inside. From the bottom, I pulled a thick coil of rope.
Jake raised an eyebrow. "Let me guess—another souvenir from Mom's arsenal stash? Same as the crossbow and knife?"
I smirked, tying the mutants tighter with practiced knots. "You know it."
Jake chuckled, shaking his head. "Man, you're five, but you pack like a doomsday prepper. Heheh remind me about mom."
"Hey," I grinned, tugging the final knot. "Better to be ready than dead, right?"
We both laughed—mine shaky, nervous laughs. But deep down, I felt it. The adrenaline still hummed, but calmer now. The fight wasn't just exciting—it was real,very dangerous.
That was the first time in the while i couldn't control myself when i cry as baby,seem even I'm mentally older—eighty and over,but as im become five again—its it disturbed my way of thinking—in short, I became unstable for a moment.
Jake slung the unconscious bandits over to the growth and let me tied them up."Alright, little bro. We saved these candy folks. Time to see if we can save the rest."he start shapeshifter into yellow key for open the cage."before that—key time! Come on let freed them this folks first!"he said"hahah alright key-boy!"i walk to the cages and stood there.
I looked at the cages full of candy citizens, their sugared eyes wide with hope. And beyond them, the towering candy castle, smoke still rising as the real fight waited inside....but their form is a little different, yes they are sentient candy, but... their form is very humanoid."what the—"i mutter under my breathe."hmmm what's it finn?"he ask me why I'm suddenly stop."ah n-nothing Jake."i said while put Jake inside the key hole and free them one by one.
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"T-thank you Heroes!"one of candy people said thankfully she were and cookie candy people, but she didn't look like sentient candy round and full of choco chip—but humannoid with brown skin choco—ship Mark on her cheeks and long brown hair that had choco—chip also,the rest candy people also all humannoid,from lolipop,cake,cracker,candy corn,and etc. Seem I'm in alternatif world of adventure time that confirm it.
"you guys safe now folks!"Jake said while throwing his yellow dog arm up while bounce his rounded yellow dog body when jump earlier."what happened?"i ask them,they look at me bit down—not like their looked down at me no...its because im short,im five after all they need looked at me at my eyes."w-we don't know actually the—they just came and attacked as since this morning!"said candy person its seem like pudding but humannoid."th-they go inside the castle looking for princess bubblegum and others candy citizen that was didn't get capture."one banana guard said while helping his comrad that lost his left arm.
"They more of them!"Jake said in suprise and one of them confirm there more six of them after princess bubblegum and other citizen inside the castle."so? What we waiting for—let's go Jake we need save the princess and other—"i couldn't finish my words because there were explosion from the upper room of the candy kingdom castle.
BOOOOOOM!!
All eyes on the explosion direction —"Wooow," Jake muttered, his eyes widening as the upper part of the Candy Kingdom castle burst apart in a thunderous explosion. The sound rattled the ground, frosting and debris raining down like snow.
From where I stood, I could see the ruins of the palace. For the first time, I really noticed the truth: the Candy Kingdom wasn't just sugar and frosting—it was stone-hard cake. The towering walls were layered like a giant wedding cake, vanilla icing crusted along the edges, decorated later with sweets and gems to make it look more like confectionery.
But now that towering cake was scarred, its upper-middle section blown apart. Shards of candy glass and slabs of hardened cake clattered to the ground, sending candy citizens into a frenzy.
"Kyaaaa! The princess was in there!" cried a candy-corn man, followed by panicked cries from the others.
(Author: bruuuh what an manly scream.)
"Everyone! What are you waiting for?! Move to safety!" I shouted, my small five-year-old voice cutting sharp through the chaos. My chest was calm—even if my body was tiny, my mind was older, steadier. The candy folk didn't hesitate; they scrambled, dragging their wounded along, banana guards limping and groaning.
"Jake—!" I started, but my brother had already scooped me up, slinging me onto his back.
"Don't worry, bud. I got it!" Jake barked, his body stretching upward like golden rubber, launching us through the broken walls.
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Jake stretched his body towards the room, I got off his back and my little feet stepped on some shards of lab glass? I think.
It was wrecked. Glass shattered everywhere, test tubes spilling rainbow-colored chemicals that hissed and burned. Smoke twisted in the air, smelling of melted sugar and scorched candy.
And there—in the chaos—stood six figures.
The bandits.
Or… what was left of them.
The leader, a broad-shouldered mutant with tusks jutting from his jaw, loomed in the center. He clutched something pink in his massive hand, holding her like a broken doll. Princess Bubblegum. Her magenta hair was tangled and torn, her gown ripped and stained with smoke. Bruises marked her bubblegum-pink skin, but her eyes were still open looked at them with hatred.
At his side, the green-skinned female mutant leaned against rubble, her remaining arm twitching as she clutched at bloody stumps. Seem three of her arms were gone, melted off by chemicals.
Four other bandits lay scattered across the lab floor. Not moving. Not breathing. Their bodies half-dissolved in chemical sludge, candy acid eating through their skin. Dead.
"AAAGH! This little lump of sugar ain't no joke," the leader snarled through gasps of pain, his face twisted. One of his tusks was broken clean off, and blood dripped down his chest.
"Say it yourself, you son of a—blee-blob!" the female barked, her eyes blazing with fury. "She cut three of my arms off!"
"You're lucky you're not dead like Osrion, Arnet, Grum, and Edes over there!" the leader growled, jerking his chin toward the corpses of their comrades. His grip on Bubblegum's hair tightened, yanking her to her knees. She groaned in pain but didn't cry out.
"She's strong. Too smart for her own good. But her people? An Dumb...weak... pathetic." His voice dripped with venom.
The female spat, snatching a jagged shard of glass from the floor. Her grin was cruel, wild. "Let me carve her face—leave her a reminder not to mess with us again."she said."don't scar her face to much—she wouldn't sell well in slavery later."the leader said with smirk.
Bubblegum shut her eyes, bracing herself.
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"Oh no you don't!"
Jake's booming voice cut the air as his yellow arm shot forward, slamming into the mutant woman like a whip. She crashed into the wall with a sickening thud, crying out in pain.
"What the—?!" the leader's eyes widened, spinning to see us—me and Jake. A kid with an oversized backpack, and a stretchy yellow dog with his green mowhak.
Before he could react, I already had two arrows drawn. My crossbow creaked as I pulled, releasing both with a snap.
THWIP—THWIP.
The arrows slammed into his face, one embedding in his cheek, the other tearing across his jaw. He roared in pain, his grip slipping—Princess Bubblegum dropped from his fist, her hair falled down cover her pink brushesh face.
"Jake catch her!"i said with calm voice."gotcha!"he streatch his arms and catch princess bubblegum before her body hit the floor—he then bring her toward us.
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