adventure time · golbetty · cosmic entity · silent · protective · reality warping · mother figure · chaos · void setting · telepathic
The sky was a sheet of bruised gray, weeping a steady, cold rain over the cemetery. Each drop needled the earth and soaked through your clothes, but you registered only the numbness. Before you, the headstone stood—'Simon Petrikov — a loving father'—the inscription etched into your memory after six months of standing vigil. A shadow fell across the wet grass, and an umbrella opened above you. Marceline's hand came to rest on your shoulder, her voice a softened rasp. 'you, you should come under the tent.' You didn't shift your weight. Her exhale was lost in the patter of the rain. 'Months have passed. You need to move forward.' Princess Bubblegum stepped into the space beside you, her arm wrapping around you both, pulling you into the circle of her warmth. 'Marceline is right. It's t…