02-29-2016, 08:15 PM
Wait, how quickly did the Princess turn into a zombie?
Doc wasn’t sure, but it seemed to be in a matter of seconds. Which was new. Generally, the undead took a lot longer to convert the living.
“Ooookay,” Doc grumbled, “This is new stuff.”
Dr. McNinja gripped the handle of his katana as the candy zombies approached him. Since he was to cure the zombie plague without harming the candy people, he had to just charge through. But seeing as Princess Bubblegum was turned into a zombie, he had no other medical experts, essentially, Dr. McNinja was screwed.
Doc pulled out his grappling hook, swinging it with all of his strength. The stone tower was give or take 30 meters away, which was farther than his range. He’d have to somehow fight through the horde of candy zombies until he was, at most, 10 meters away.
That was fine.
Doc cracked his knuckles and sprinted forward. He hopped onto the head of a rotting Twix bar, and kicked off. He landed with a roll, then punched another candy zombie straight in the face.
“I call this the Jawbreaker!” McNinja chuckled, “Haha it never gets old”
He slipped under and hopped over any other approaching candy zombies, taking care to not be bitten by any of them. Remembering the mission to not kill any of them, he smashed many in non-vital areas with the butt of his sword. This was not to say that he was fine the whole time through. One of the zombies got so close to biting him that his coat got ripped.
“Nope nope nope nope nope”
Doc rushed forward one last time. Right as the crowd started to overwhelm him, and some Jolly Rancher had his shoulder inside its mouth, Doc launched the grappling hook at the top of the tower. Kicking off the ground (and narrowly missing the Jolly Rancher’s infectious zombie bite) Doc started climbing the tower. The candy zombies groped around for something grab, but Dr. McNinja was, after all, a ninja.
As he pulled himself up the tower, he realized he had no idea what he was going to do at the top. For all he knew, Princess Bubblegum was waiting for him to get to the top so she could eat him. In that case, he’d have to think of something quick that wouldn’t kill the princess. It seemed that, of all of the people Doc couldn’t kill, the princess was probably high on that list.
He shuffled to the right so that the rope would start swinging. He kicked to and fro, eventually building momentum until he was in full swing. After a few of seconds of this, Doc wrenched the cord free from the tower, launching at again on the other side of the tower, which had no convenient windows for zombies to chew him.
Doc clambered to the roof of the tower and sat down on the rough, slightly disgusting roof tiles. It was cold, and hard to breathe, though that might have just been because he was out of breath. Naturally, no zombie incident was incomplete without a cold, foggy night. Fortunately, there was at least no obnoxious cold wind, what with their being in the forests and all. The candy zombies below were practically screaming at him.
“Suuuuuggggarrrr” they grumbled, “Neeeeed suuuuuugggarrr”
“Oh, I see,” Doc pondered, “That’s what Matilda meant by hypoglycemic. Oh, is that why they eat each other? They want sugar. Oh man. Sugar is candy brains.”
Another loud moan interrupted Dr. McNinja’s thoughts. Doc stopped winding up his grappling hook and took a deep breath.
“Alright,” Doc muttered, “I can do this.”
He latched the hook onto the roof, hoping it was strong enough to hold his weight. With a grunt, Doc hopped off of the roof, letting the rope slip a little between his fingers. After falling a short distance, he clenched his hands, converting his vertical speed into a rotational one, one that swung him right through the tower window.
To his surprise, there was nobody inside the tower. He was completely alone in here. The room was clearly the princess’ outpost. The walls were covered in test tubes, each filled with liquids that were more or less the same suspicious shade of green as the zombies’ eyes were. There were several petri dishes that were overflowing with overgrown fungi, possible a sample of zombie candy flesh. Clearly, the princess’ experiments had not worked. One of the samples seemed to have developed a higher growth rate than others, and perhaps even a consciousness. It was currently in the shape of a jaw, limply biting at the dust on the ground. This was probably the zombie that bit the princess.
But that didn’t answer the question of where the princess went. The trapdoor was locked, and frankly, it was too complex of a lock for a zombie to manage. So Princess Bubblegum couldn’t have left the room by going downstairs. Which meant…
Doc leaned out the window to search for any hot pink zombie remains. He couldn’t find any under the slithering swarm of undead sweets.
“So where did she-”
“GRAalGH”
“Oh, that’s where you waAAGH”
He punched the zombie Princess Bubblegum in the face in panic. Thankfully, it did not do any permanent damage, but enough to knock the princess back. Doc took the sheath of his katana from his back and used it to shove her against a wall by the neck. Her rotting jaw snapped at him uselessly, hands clawing a bit more successfully at his face.
“Oy! Not the face!” Doc protested, whipping the sheath across her face. That was an impact that would have knocked the average person out. However, Princess Bubblegum, being a zombie, just got right up.
Dr. McNinja was at a loss. He didn’t want to kill a potential ally, especially so early in his time at Ambrosia, but at the same time, the Princess couldn’t be neutralized in any way that wouldn’t kill her.
Except…
Doc kicked her down to the ground. While she struggled to rise with her withered arms, he wrapped the princess’s ankle with his grappling cord. When he completed the knot, he picked up the undead body of the princess and threw her straight out of the window.
As she fell, she growled, “RRRAAAaaallllll”
Doc, looking out the window, saw the body snap ten meters below the window. Thankfully, the whiplash hadn’t killed her, as demonstrated by the Princess growling angrily at him. But the princess probably wouldn’t be too happy that her dress was not really being held up. Dr. McNinja covered his eyes and shouted back, “Sorry! Didn’t think that through!”
“RRRALLLGHGHAAH”
“That’s a very good point, princess,” Doc muttered, “I should get back to work. Except I have no idea how to stop this.”
Doc closed his eyes to think. He was distracted by the horde of the sugary zombies downstairs. Curing the undead was no easy business, and Dr. McNinja wasn’t particularly a big fan of being a whole village’s dentist for a week.
“Okay, come on,” Dr. McNinja struggled, “You’re a doctor. You know how to science. How do you science out of this-”
“Squeak!”
Doc unsheathed his sword rapidly and scanned the room for the source of the noise.
“Who said that?”
“Squeak!”
“Surrender your weapons and step forward!”
“Squeak!”
“Oh you’re also candy.”
Doc stooped down, sheathing his katana. The source of the noise was a large piece of candy corn in a cage.
“I hope you’re not too important,” Doc cheerfully said, “I like candy corn.”
Doc opened the cage and picked up the candy... by the tail. McNinja figured out a little late that candy corn did not, in fact, have tails. It was one of the stranger things he’d seen. Candy people, he understood. This was a candy rat. A candy corn rat, to be more specific. The rat began to squeak painfully and profusely, until it suddenly bit Doc in the hand.
“OW WHat the hell, rat, that was uncalled for!” Doc yelled, “I was… mostly kidding.”
The rat, wriggling in mid-air, managed to land on the nearby desk. It scurried off, leaving a trail of candy corn crumbs.
“Oy!” Doc exclaimed, “Where’d you go?”
The rat suddenly reappeared with a notepad.
“‘I am Science.’ Okay, you know what, that is nonsense,” Dr. McNinja scowled, “You cannot be an abstract concept of… of science. You can’t just be- oh wait your NAME is Science.”
Doc leaned over the tower window again and shouted at Princess Bubblegum, “Did you name your pet rat Science?”
“RRALLLGH” the princess elegantly replied.
“Wait, hang on,” Doc hollered, “Are you telling me that the candy corn rat knows the complex chemical formula for the zombie cure?”
“FFGERRRAW” replied the princess in all of her majestic eloquence.
“Kay!” Doc answered. He pulled himself back in and looked at the desk. Science the candy corn rat was struggling pouring a test tube into a beaker. Doc rolled his eyes and stepped to the table.
“Alright, Science, I’ll be your hands. Just like… gesture at things.”
Science squeaked in approval and bumped its nose against a beaker. Doc poured it inside. Science then scurried off, returning (with some difficulty) with another test tube, this time filled with brown sludge that reeked of shit. Doc hesitantly poured that in, too. This repeated a few times, until Science gestured for Doc to shake the beaker. Dr. McNinja sealed it with a nearby empty petri dish and shook the beaker until the chemical inside started fizzing.
“Science?” Doc called to his mentor, the candy corn rat, “Is this supposed to happen?”
Science squeaked and seemed to be asking for the beaker. Doc gingerly lowered the bubbling chemical onto the table. Science picked up a cotton swab with his mouth, dipped it in the fizzing liquid, and scurried on the floor, and straight out of the window.
Doc ran to the window and looked out to see where Science had went. He saw some shuffling movement around Princess Bubblegum’s body-
“Oh, wait, is it done already?” Doc hollered.
Suddenly, Princess Bubblegum began to shake as green mist began to sink from her skin. After a moment, the princess was once again all pink, even, Doc noticed, down to her underwear.
“Did you not THINK about the fact that I’m wearing a DRESS?” Princess Bubblegum shrieked in a horrified voice, covering herself with the dress as best as she could.
“Sorry,” Doc replied weakly, doing his best to not look, pulling the Princess gingerly back into the tower.
***
About an hour passed before everyone in the village was purged of the zombie plague. Princess Bubblegum, while still angry at Dr. McNinja for his lack of consideration, was greatly pleased at the return of her people.
“I suppose I should thank you, Doctor,” the princess said, “You did, after all, save the Candy People.”
“Eh,” Doc shrugged, “Your rat did most of the work.”
“Yes, indeed,” Bubblegum cooed, lifting Science to her face, “Very well done, Science.”
Science squeaked pleasantly. The princess turned to the doctor. “How’d you figure out that Science was my rat?”
“I’m also an excellent sleuth,” Doc said.
“I was trying to eat it,” Doc thought.
“Well,” Princess Bubblegum chirped, “I am very grateful for your help here. I hear there’s a place where my people and I can be safe?”
“I mean, I think that’s what I’m supposed to say. I’ve only been there for… maybe 20 minutes?” Doc paused. “But yeah. I’m supposed to take you back to Ambrosia.”
“Very well,” the princess bowed, “I will follow you.”
Dr. McNinja grinned and whistled loudly. “Yoshi?”
The velociraptor popped out of some bushes and jogged gently over to the doctor. She was clearly no longer alarmed by the horde of fully living candy people, given by the near purring noise she made around Princess Bubblegum.
“Oh, hi, sweetie!” Bubblegum likewise cooed.
“He doesn’t even make that noise around his owner,” Doc muttered.
Bubblegum froze. “I thought you were her owner.”
“Uh…” Doc shrugged. “Sorta. Anyhow. Let’s get going, Yoshi.”
Doc helped Princess Bubblegum onto Yoshi. Yoshi purred again, prompting Princess Bubblegum to kiss her on the top of the head. Doc scowled.
“Oh, we’ve got a proper Snow White over here, don’t we?” he grumbled in his head, “This uppity little lizard-”
“Shall we go, Doctor?” the princess asked.
“Yeah, go on,” Doc answered, “Yoshi knows the way. I’m just gonna look around here for a bit. Make sure that nobody gets left behind.”
“Very well. I will see you in Ambrosia, then.”
Dr. McNinja waved at her, then pat Yoshi on the back. Yoshi screeched, then started trotting back towards the city.
Doc looked back at Tootsie Town. Now, what else was he supposed to look out for..?
[spoiler]SWEET SWEET YOU'RE SO SWEET COMPLETED[/spoiler]
Doc wasn’t sure, but it seemed to be in a matter of seconds. Which was new. Generally, the undead took a lot longer to convert the living.
“Ooookay,” Doc grumbled, “This is new stuff.”
Dr. McNinja gripped the handle of his katana as the candy zombies approached him. Since he was to cure the zombie plague without harming the candy people, he had to just charge through. But seeing as Princess Bubblegum was turned into a zombie, he had no other medical experts, essentially, Dr. McNinja was screwed.
Doc pulled out his grappling hook, swinging it with all of his strength. The stone tower was give or take 30 meters away, which was farther than his range. He’d have to somehow fight through the horde of candy zombies until he was, at most, 10 meters away.
That was fine.
Doc cracked his knuckles and sprinted forward. He hopped onto the head of a rotting Twix bar, and kicked off. He landed with a roll, then punched another candy zombie straight in the face.
“I call this the Jawbreaker!” McNinja chuckled, “Haha it never gets old”
He slipped under and hopped over any other approaching candy zombies, taking care to not be bitten by any of them. Remembering the mission to not kill any of them, he smashed many in non-vital areas with the butt of his sword. This was not to say that he was fine the whole time through. One of the zombies got so close to biting him that his coat got ripped.
“Nope nope nope nope nope”
Doc rushed forward one last time. Right as the crowd started to overwhelm him, and some Jolly Rancher had his shoulder inside its mouth, Doc launched the grappling hook at the top of the tower. Kicking off the ground (and narrowly missing the Jolly Rancher’s infectious zombie bite) Doc started climbing the tower. The candy zombies groped around for something grab, but Dr. McNinja was, after all, a ninja.
As he pulled himself up the tower, he realized he had no idea what he was going to do at the top. For all he knew, Princess Bubblegum was waiting for him to get to the top so she could eat him. In that case, he’d have to think of something quick that wouldn’t kill the princess. It seemed that, of all of the people Doc couldn’t kill, the princess was probably high on that list.
He shuffled to the right so that the rope would start swinging. He kicked to and fro, eventually building momentum until he was in full swing. After a few of seconds of this, Doc wrenched the cord free from the tower, launching at again on the other side of the tower, which had no convenient windows for zombies to chew him.
Doc clambered to the roof of the tower and sat down on the rough, slightly disgusting roof tiles. It was cold, and hard to breathe, though that might have just been because he was out of breath. Naturally, no zombie incident was incomplete without a cold, foggy night. Fortunately, there was at least no obnoxious cold wind, what with their being in the forests and all. The candy zombies below were practically screaming at him.
“Suuuuuggggarrrr” they grumbled, “Neeeeed suuuuuugggarrr”
“Oh, I see,” Doc pondered, “That’s what Matilda meant by hypoglycemic. Oh, is that why they eat each other? They want sugar. Oh man. Sugar is candy brains.”
Another loud moan interrupted Dr. McNinja’s thoughts. Doc stopped winding up his grappling hook and took a deep breath.
“Alright,” Doc muttered, “I can do this.”
He latched the hook onto the roof, hoping it was strong enough to hold his weight. With a grunt, Doc hopped off of the roof, letting the rope slip a little between his fingers. After falling a short distance, he clenched his hands, converting his vertical speed into a rotational one, one that swung him right through the tower window.
To his surprise, there was nobody inside the tower. He was completely alone in here. The room was clearly the princess’ outpost. The walls were covered in test tubes, each filled with liquids that were more or less the same suspicious shade of green as the zombies’ eyes were. There were several petri dishes that were overflowing with overgrown fungi, possible a sample of zombie candy flesh. Clearly, the princess’ experiments had not worked. One of the samples seemed to have developed a higher growth rate than others, and perhaps even a consciousness. It was currently in the shape of a jaw, limply biting at the dust on the ground. This was probably the zombie that bit the princess.
But that didn’t answer the question of where the princess went. The trapdoor was locked, and frankly, it was too complex of a lock for a zombie to manage. So Princess Bubblegum couldn’t have left the room by going downstairs. Which meant…
Doc leaned out the window to search for any hot pink zombie remains. He couldn’t find any under the slithering swarm of undead sweets.
“So where did she-”
“GRAalGH”
“Oh, that’s where you waAAGH”
He punched the zombie Princess Bubblegum in the face in panic. Thankfully, it did not do any permanent damage, but enough to knock the princess back. Doc took the sheath of his katana from his back and used it to shove her against a wall by the neck. Her rotting jaw snapped at him uselessly, hands clawing a bit more successfully at his face.
“Oy! Not the face!” Doc protested, whipping the sheath across her face. That was an impact that would have knocked the average person out. However, Princess Bubblegum, being a zombie, just got right up.
Dr. McNinja was at a loss. He didn’t want to kill a potential ally, especially so early in his time at Ambrosia, but at the same time, the Princess couldn’t be neutralized in any way that wouldn’t kill her.
Except…
Doc kicked her down to the ground. While she struggled to rise with her withered arms, he wrapped the princess’s ankle with his grappling cord. When he completed the knot, he picked up the undead body of the princess and threw her straight out of the window.
As she fell, she growled, “RRRAAAaaallllll”
Doc, looking out the window, saw the body snap ten meters below the window. Thankfully, the whiplash hadn’t killed her, as demonstrated by the Princess growling angrily at him. But the princess probably wouldn’t be too happy that her dress was not really being held up. Dr. McNinja covered his eyes and shouted back, “Sorry! Didn’t think that through!”
“RRRALLLGHGHAAH”
“That’s a very good point, princess,” Doc muttered, “I should get back to work. Except I have no idea how to stop this.”
Doc closed his eyes to think. He was distracted by the horde of the sugary zombies downstairs. Curing the undead was no easy business, and Dr. McNinja wasn’t particularly a big fan of being a whole village’s dentist for a week.
“Okay, come on,” Dr. McNinja struggled, “You’re a doctor. You know how to science. How do you science out of this-”
“Squeak!”
Doc unsheathed his sword rapidly and scanned the room for the source of the noise.
“Who said that?”
“Squeak!”
“Surrender your weapons and step forward!”
“Squeak!”
“Oh you’re also candy.”
Doc stooped down, sheathing his katana. The source of the noise was a large piece of candy corn in a cage.
“I hope you’re not too important,” Doc cheerfully said, “I like candy corn.”
Doc opened the cage and picked up the candy... by the tail. McNinja figured out a little late that candy corn did not, in fact, have tails. It was one of the stranger things he’d seen. Candy people, he understood. This was a candy rat. A candy corn rat, to be more specific. The rat began to squeak painfully and profusely, until it suddenly bit Doc in the hand.
“OW WHat the hell, rat, that was uncalled for!” Doc yelled, “I was… mostly kidding.”
The rat, wriggling in mid-air, managed to land on the nearby desk. It scurried off, leaving a trail of candy corn crumbs.
“Oy!” Doc exclaimed, “Where’d you go?”
The rat suddenly reappeared with a notepad.
“‘I am Science.’ Okay, you know what, that is nonsense,” Dr. McNinja scowled, “You cannot be an abstract concept of… of science. You can’t just be- oh wait your NAME is Science.”
Doc leaned over the tower window again and shouted at Princess Bubblegum, “Did you name your pet rat Science?”
“RRALLLGH” the princess elegantly replied.
“Wait, hang on,” Doc hollered, “Are you telling me that the candy corn rat knows the complex chemical formula for the zombie cure?”
“FFGERRRAW” replied the princess in all of her majestic eloquence.
“Kay!” Doc answered. He pulled himself back in and looked at the desk. Science the candy corn rat was struggling pouring a test tube into a beaker. Doc rolled his eyes and stepped to the table.
“Alright, Science, I’ll be your hands. Just like… gesture at things.”
Science squeaked in approval and bumped its nose against a beaker. Doc poured it inside. Science then scurried off, returning (with some difficulty) with another test tube, this time filled with brown sludge that reeked of shit. Doc hesitantly poured that in, too. This repeated a few times, until Science gestured for Doc to shake the beaker. Dr. McNinja sealed it with a nearby empty petri dish and shook the beaker until the chemical inside started fizzing.
“Science?” Doc called to his mentor, the candy corn rat, “Is this supposed to happen?”
Science squeaked and seemed to be asking for the beaker. Doc gingerly lowered the bubbling chemical onto the table. Science picked up a cotton swab with his mouth, dipped it in the fizzing liquid, and scurried on the floor, and straight out of the window.
Doc ran to the window and looked out to see where Science had went. He saw some shuffling movement around Princess Bubblegum’s body-
“Oh, wait, is it done already?” Doc hollered.
Suddenly, Princess Bubblegum began to shake as green mist began to sink from her skin. After a moment, the princess was once again all pink, even, Doc noticed, down to her underwear.
“Did you not THINK about the fact that I’m wearing a DRESS?” Princess Bubblegum shrieked in a horrified voice, covering herself with the dress as best as she could.
“Sorry,” Doc replied weakly, doing his best to not look, pulling the Princess gingerly back into the tower.
***
About an hour passed before everyone in the village was purged of the zombie plague. Princess Bubblegum, while still angry at Dr. McNinja for his lack of consideration, was greatly pleased at the return of her people.
“I suppose I should thank you, Doctor,” the princess said, “You did, after all, save the Candy People.”
“Eh,” Doc shrugged, “Your rat did most of the work.”
“Yes, indeed,” Bubblegum cooed, lifting Science to her face, “Very well done, Science.”
Science squeaked pleasantly. The princess turned to the doctor. “How’d you figure out that Science was my rat?”
“I’m also an excellent sleuth,” Doc said.
“I was trying to eat it,” Doc thought.
“Well,” Princess Bubblegum chirped, “I am very grateful for your help here. I hear there’s a place where my people and I can be safe?”
“I mean, I think that’s what I’m supposed to say. I’ve only been there for… maybe 20 minutes?” Doc paused. “But yeah. I’m supposed to take you back to Ambrosia.”
“Very well,” the princess bowed, “I will follow you.”
Dr. McNinja grinned and whistled loudly. “Yoshi?”
The velociraptor popped out of some bushes and jogged gently over to the doctor. She was clearly no longer alarmed by the horde of fully living candy people, given by the near purring noise she made around Princess Bubblegum.
“Oh, hi, sweetie!” Bubblegum likewise cooed.
“He doesn’t even make that noise around his owner,” Doc muttered.
Bubblegum froze. “I thought you were her owner.”
“Uh…” Doc shrugged. “Sorta. Anyhow. Let’s get going, Yoshi.”
Doc helped Princess Bubblegum onto Yoshi. Yoshi purred again, prompting Princess Bubblegum to kiss her on the top of the head. Doc scowled.
“Oh, we’ve got a proper Snow White over here, don’t we?” he grumbled in his head, “This uppity little lizard-”
“Shall we go, Doctor?” the princess asked.
“Yeah, go on,” Doc answered, “Yoshi knows the way. I’m just gonna look around here for a bit. Make sure that nobody gets left behind.”
“Very well. I will see you in Ambrosia, then.”
Dr. McNinja waved at her, then pat Yoshi on the back. Yoshi screeched, then started trotting back towards the city.
Doc looked back at Tootsie Town. Now, what else was he supposed to look out for..?
[spoiler]SWEET SWEET YOU'RE SO SWEET COMPLETED[/spoiler]
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