Finn awoke with a start, his eyes snapping open, only to find the bright unforgiving pain of light.

"AUUUGH!" He exclaimed, grasping his face in hope of lessening the pain. Once his eyes adjusted, he slowly swung his legs off his futon, the indention his legs left still visible on the crummy, stained, black material. Getting up he painstakingly put on his Deadmau5 t-shirt and a black hoodie despite his sore muscles. Zipping his hoodie and going downstairs, he grabbed his Ipod off the kitchen table and placed the ear buds in his ears. He quickly scrolled throughout his albums and finally settled on Flux Pavilion's Bass Cannon.

Slowly opening his screen door carefully to not to cause his parents and older sister to wake up. Just shrugging his shoulder and letting the door close with a loud bang, he grabbed his skateboard and rode it into the early morning fog of London.

* * *

He arrived at an abandoned shack about fifteen minutes later with a large messengers bag packed on his shoulder. After setting down the bag and removing a screwdriver from one of the pouches, he quickly fiddled with the lock. after about two seconds the lock emitted an audible "click" that brought a smile to Finn's face. He walked inside and squinted his eyes at a shrine in a corner. He had brought all the required materials that some strange "voice" told him to.

At first he was wary of the ethereal and otherworldly whispers but he soon began to covet the knowledge these whisperers gave him. Why, he could remember just three months ago when he found this strange relic in a narrow sinkhole a few miles north of his house, and sure enough a few days later they were speaking to him. They were faint at first, but later especially when he did as they asked, their voices became clearer and more defined. Especially in the dark.

'hurry little one...'

'The candle...'

' So close'

'Yes...Yes...Good...Yes!

Snapping himself away from his daydream he began to place the items around the altar doing as the voices said. He hesitated. Looking at the alter itself was a sight to see, really. It consisted of an over-sized gauntlet that was a glossy black with red luminescent highlights. The finger tips were reminiscent of claws like the one Freddy Kruger had. On the palm of it there were notches that he could not see well. Whether or not those came with age or if it were markings meant to be there, Finn didn't give a flying fuck. He'd cross that bridge when he got there. Once again cursing his ability to get sidetracked, he took a deep breath and began the ritual.

* * *

After placing the human skull he obtained from his grandmother's grave he took a knife against his hand drawing a thick line of blood. Then, he took a deep breath and yelled with all his might,

"NAROS NIATEREM POSTESTAS DRAGOSTOS!" Black darkness seeped from the dais. He continued with the chant

"HADIAR MENARSK RO KEST!" His final words sent forth waves of darkness that caused the notches on the black hand to Ignite into blue flame.The skull slowly blacked and cracked and crumbled as deep designs were being etched into her cranium. The gauntlet flared to life and fluidly and deliberately crushed the skull . As he looked at the dais in horror as jets of blue flame shot out were the skull once was, a beam of darkness spewed from the destroyed skull and blasted straight through his chest.

The excruciating pain was both unbelievable and unbearable as the darkness ripped straight through the fabric of time, and although the blast blew a hole right in between his pectorals where his heart was, there was no blood and it didn't come out the other side. In fact, it felt like it was filling him up and the pain left him only to be followed by pleasure. He felt a tremendous force pick him up, and the beam followed. There was a bright flash of light and a large BOOM! Finn glanced down wide-eyed and muttered,

"Holy shit my clo-" Finn wasn't able to finish that sentence as his heart was wrenched from his chest a red aura glowing and sputtering weakly around it. The blood was everywhere pouring from his now heavily mutilated chest. Invisible blades carved his skin into intricate patterns, the wounds burning like molten steel. He looked around weakly at his heart as it beat weakly within its fading aura.

Finn hung his head in defeat. As he witnessed his lifeblood pouring from his body, all the blood in the room slowly drifted towards the wall and started to flow upwards. The blood began to form words and words became cryptic messages. Finn was horrified. Turning his attention back towards his heart, he weakly reached out to it as it reached the far end of the shack. Existence itself folded and warped Finn's perspective as the anomaly ripped into a screaming featureless mouth filled with the abyss.

His heart floated closer and closer to the darkness as the abyss began to take shape. Fists. Arms. So many of them. To many of them. As the fists opened, the palms stirred... and split. Mouths all within the palm of their hands. The mouths opened and within were rows upon rows of sharp teeth... and a giant rolling eye. The mouths began to speak to him in an unknown language, somehow perfectly synchronized as they did so. Their voice was raspy and scratchy. Just hearing it brought fear into his heart.

Finn wept in fear as the abyss revealed another horror. Finn saw another version of him that was darker, sinister, and insidious. The "Other Finn" simply flowed from the darkness towards him. Finn opened his eyes to stare at the mirror him. "Other Finn's" skin was pale but still looked evil and dark somehow. "Other Finn" opened his eyes as well. Finn looked into them... and regretted it. The shade's eyes were all black with yellow irises.

"WhAT's wRonG? cAN't StAnd ThE sIghT oF YoUR OwN BLooD?" It cackled maniacally. Finn watched in absolute silent terror as a white viscous fluid poured from every orifice of "Other Finn's" face. The liquid resisted gravity and came up to his face. He could make out multiple faces and facial features. The liquid slowly plastered itself on "Other Finn's" face and hardened into a mask. They sat there for what seemed like hours, until Finn croaked,

"What...What do you want from me?" The apparition only chuckled as his mask cracked down the middle. The mask opened like a pair of double doors revealing an orange glowing skull as he screamed,

"yOur SOuL!!" Finn screamed in pain and fear as the anomaly entered his body causing him to thrash around and mutter in an ancient language. Finn felt it overpower him and send him sprawling to the ground, knocking him unconscious.

* * *

"Aaugh! My bloody head!" Finn exclaimed. Looking around, something didn't feel right. He scratched his head. He heard a small but audible grunt. So, he obeyed his curiosity and he scratched it again.

'Hey stop that! And put some clothes on Finneas, you look fucking ridiculous!' An unknown female voice chided him. Finn was scared now. His whispers never had a accent or even a gender. But, this one sure did.

"W-Wh-Who are you?" Finn asked now scared about this unknown intruder and self-conscience about his nudity. He felt a strange tingle in his chest. A black and purple swirling abyss appeared in the center of the room. Finn was really scared now. The sphere of darkness faded away to leave a tall, sandy blonde and black haired girl. The clothes she was wearing were strange as well. They were a patchwork mix of gypsy-like clothing and armor. She was very beautiful, with her perfectly strait waist length hair, large breasts, a shapely ass, good posture, and her face... her face... the most strangest feature wasn't her reptilian-like eyes or the single fang he could see jutting down from under her top lip. No, it was those two horns jutting from the side of her head covered with stange markings that curved around tight against her head only to jut out into tapered points. Even though these were startling points, Finn couldn't stop his eyes from wandering her physique.

"Sorry you're not really my type." She replied smugly. Finn gasped in shock. "I can read your mind dumb ass." She said, barely suppressing the grin on her face.

"D-dd-I w-wasn't d-doin' any bloody t-thin'" Finn blushed obviously lying.

"Yeah whateva." The mysterious girl rolled her eyes.

"W-whats your n-name?" He stuttered.

" G-G-Grisha!" She mocked.

"Oi! Stop that!" Finn yelled annoyed at her humor at such an awkward moment. Grisha however, just realized, fully, he was stark naked.

"Oh! Ehh.. Heh heh." She motioned to his overall nudity. Finn looked at her confused. "WILL YOU JUST SUMMON SOME DAMN CLOTHES ALREADY!" Grisha screamed.

"What the hell are you talking about?!?"

"Use your powers!"

"What fucking powers?!?"

"Th- Oh..." Grisha stopped.

"What?"

"You don't know..."

"Don't know what?"

"What you are."
- "Will you just stop the riddles? Please?" Finn pleaded. She got on all fours and came in close. "What-what-what are y-you d-doing?!?" He stammered. The markings on her horns started glowing. Finn was really confused. As she touched her horns to his head and the world went white...

FOUR YEARS LATER

Finn opens his eyes, only to meet a battlefield the dead and the dying surround him, and he was his only ally

'Nice work' Grisha cheers in his head 'Although you got my blade all dirty!' She scolds seductively.

"Okay where to now?" He asked cheerfully

'Um... Oh! Oh! I know! I know!! Someplace happy, safe, and full of adventure!'

"Hmm... Let's try a cartoon universe then! That 'Adventure Time' one should be fun. And we also have the same name!" Finn thought back to all his years of learning magic with Grisha and how she made him what he is today. Three months ago when she taught him her final spell: Planeswalking, Finn read a lot into them and discovered there were an infinite amount of them. After a lot of thought Finn decided that:

1. there is a dimension where powers and skills from my favorite franchises exist.

2. there is a dimension where I obtain them myself.

3. Considering I can travel through all dimensions I can travel through those and get the power for myself.

4.Therefore, that makes me able to do anything.

With that being said, Finn has obtained many skills over the past few months.And although, a very deadly person, under his hard steely gaze is a young man, no older than 19.

"Oi! Grisha! You awake?"

'Yeah I am now...jerk.'

"What?"

'Nothin', JUST CONCENTRATE ON THE SPELL!'

"Aiight, gimme a second..." He sighed as magic took control over his body. "Tenzanrai tongen rus aytog-" Finn stopped

'Whats wrong Finn?'

"Something isn't right"

'Now that you say that something isn't ri- " Grisha's voice was cut short as a portal to an unknown dimension was opened right underneath them. And they disappeared without a trace.

TO BE CONTINUED

Author's Note

Wow... Can't believe I typed that shit in notepad... Oh Yeah! I hoped You guys liked it!