Title:           Anon in Ooo 6- muscle memory
Author:          fullbodiedanon
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First Edit:      Sunday 21st of October 2012 02:04:36 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Sunday 21st of October 2012 02:04:36 PM CDT

so, today WAS going to be your day off. you had everything set. you had beemo over. you had enough snacks and sodas to last you a week. you even had one of those hats where you could fit 2 cans of soda on in, and then drink from the bottom.
 
you had all of the essentials taken care of. no one was going to bother you on your day off.
 
that was, you thought no one was going to do it.
 
ice king: oh man, im gonna get so buff. the chicks are gonna dig me anon!
 
you see, the ice king kidnapped you. why? well he wants you to be his trainer so he can get fit, and look "nice for the princesses".
 
so... your day off is going to have to wait.
 
>ice king... why do you need ME to help you out?
 
ice king: well, you know. i dont know you that much, you look like a cool guy to hang out with. OH, and all good guys have to help out someone in need.
 
>is that what finn said?
 
ice king: yep.
 
>you thats like... only for him, right?
 
ice king: so.... you wont help me?
 
he looks directly at you with watering eyes and does not look at were we are going. you almost crash into a mountain but you say:
 
>KEEP YOUR EYES ON THE ROAD, YES ILL HELP YOU!!!
 
now that you think about it. you shouldnt have been scared at all. i mean, you still have alot of semi-invincibility here, so it wouldnt have hurt you to crash into it, more over ice king really.
 
so the ice king puts you on the ice floor of his lair, and starts to giggle and skip around to his work out station.
 
ice king; alright spotter, spot me.
 
>pfffhaha.
 
you know, ice king does have a since of humor. he wasnt that bad.
 
after about one lift of the ice he sets it down.
 
ice king; oh man, i totally felt the burn on that one.
 
>d-dude! ice king, no!
 
ice king: what?
 
>dude... get back in that there... thing.
 
ice king gets back into the contraption he made of ice.
 
ice king: why are we doing this?
 
>you do want to get back in shape right?
 
ice king: ah yeah i do! for the LAAAADIIIIES! hahahahaaa.
 
>well then, i got to spot you for real. spotters make it so that you push yourself to the limits. they encourage you.
 
ice king: youre going to encourage me?
 
>yes, now get back in there and lets get strong!
 
ice king: YEAH!
 
he gets right back in there and tries to do another one.
 
ice king: hhhhhhhhhrrrrrrrnnnngh!
 
>come on man! you can do it bro! kill it man! kill it!
 
ice king: hrrrngrah!
 
he finally lifts it up.
 
ice king: oh man! im doing it!
 
>keep on at it bro!
 
ice king sets the weights onto the holder.
 
ice king: .... bro? im... im your bro?
 
>well... i mean...
 
ice king: oh man! ive never had a bro before! hehehehe... this is so much fun now!
 
you hope this turns out okay for you.
 
after you saying you were his bro, the ice king jumps back into doing work. he got up to about 10 reps, and then asked for more weights.
 
>you sure bro? we want you to feel the burn, but not that much man. it takes a while to start making your muscles show.
 
ice king; im a wizard bro, ill make them show.... well... somehow.
 
>heheh.
 
you keep up the work for awhile, but then you notice that the ice king is starting to get actually tired.
 
>alright man. lets take a breather. go get something to drink and we will be right back to it.
 
ice king: whew! should i take a shower now or later?
 
>later, we still have stuff to do. we only worked your arms, we gotta work your stomach as well.
 
ice king: sweet! im getting a six pack!
 
the ice king skips throughout his hallway and starts to giggle.
 
... man there are abunch of penguins here.
 
penguin: wenk.
 
>hahah.
 
you dont know why that was funny, but it just was.
 
since the ice king is.... you dont know where, you think now would be a good time to explore his lair and learn some shit just in case.
 
you walk down a long hallway, down a casm, through a hole in a wall, and then bam! you dont know where the hell you are!
 
you take a look around and find.... well a whole lot of stuff. mostly papers.
 
you begin to read them and shit.
 
"betty... please... if you are reading this-"
 
woah woah woah woah woah... hold up. is this the ice kings? he wouldnt just steal letters would he? what are you kidding? of course he would, he might have felt lonely and just took any kind he could get and read them.
 
you pick up another one.
 
"ive lost myself.... ive lost betty..."
 
.... okay... um... maybe he gets them from the same person each time?
 
you look around some more to try and find some kind of paper that wasnt about this betty.
 
AHAH!
 
"this crown... it says things to me... things about the snow, and the ice."
 
... what?
 
"it says it can save me form something that is going to happen.... but what? what will it save me from?"
 
is.... is this the ice king? its talking about a crown. you think you remember finn talking about the crown once and how it could make someone crazy.
 
i need to read more to make sure if it is or not.
 
"i must have said something... very upsetting to betty with the crown on. after that night... i never saw her again. no note, no calls. nothing... i feel so alone... i just want my princess back."
 
oh man... you dont want to be reading this.
 
you turn away to go back up so you can help the ice king and get out of here... but... the room just draws you in for more. you dont know what it is, but you want - no - NEED to find out what is going on.
 
you soon find a vhs tape. you pop it into a vcr that just so happened to be there. a projector that you hadnt noticed started playing what seemed like a family recording.
 
it had a man wearing some snazzy glasses, and some fancy clothes next to a beautiful looking woman. they would occasionally kiss during the video which lead you to believe they were either boyfriend, girlfriend... or just married. okay, now its a wedding, they are married now. they both look like a great couple... like the kind that you would read about in a romance novel.
 
as the tape goes on, something new starts to happen that cuts the pattern of romance. its just the guy.
 
guy: hello... my name is simon petricov.
 
hi simon.
 
simon: i am a studier of antiques, artifacts if you will. along the way i have uncovered alot for museums and history books to share to the world. ive... i had met a very special woman along the way.
 
oh simon youre so cute.
 
simon: i... i am recording over my old times with my wife because i didnt have another blank vhs to use, so i hope she doesnt find this and get mad at me.
 
oh man, simon. your just like every other dude out there.
 
simon: anyway... i have just gotten word from one of my friends in scandinavia that there is an antique that had just been bought by a merchant that may lead to a new discovery in history, after i go there and retrieve it, i will soon... buy more tapes for me to record on so i dont get fussed by betty. i dont want her mad.
 
wait... betty... is this the guy that was writing about her? and what is this antique he is talking about?
 
the tape goes back to playing romantic scenes of both him and his wife together. you watch the rest of it just to make sure there isnt something else on it. after watching it for 2 more minutes, it cuts out.
 
okay... thats that you suppose. theres got to be more of these somewhere.
 
you search through piles and piles of stuff. you eventually find a couple of tapes again.
 
once again, the wal was painted with the face of simon thanks to the projector.
 
simon: hello, we meet again viewers.
 
oh, simon has a bit of humor. you like this guy.
 
simon: i am in scandinavia as of right now. i have bought some more blank tapes to use so i dont make the same mistake as last time. i havent gotten in trouble, but i think betty knows.
 
oh simon, you have such a nice wife.
 
simon: anyway, getting back to business. i will be staying in scandinavia for at least 3 to 4 days trying to find the merchant. i have heard clues that he would be somewhere near a town i was near. with great hope, i will soon find out weather this rumor is false or true.
 
the remainder of the video is him talking about what the artifact might be, and what it might have been owned by, what century it might have been in, stuff like that.
 
after that, it cuts off and you pop in another video.
 
this one catches you off guard, its simon videotaping himself eating.
 
simon: hello, i am simon petricov, and if you are watching this... you see that i am eating some food. well you see, i am in quite a hurr- *burp*- oh... excuse me viewer.
 
you are excused simon, were both friends here.
 
simon: as you know, i am in scandinavia as of right now hunting for the merchant that has the supposed antique. i am finishing up my lunch for today- which is an oven baked bacon pancake. quite delicious really. oh... getting back on track, yes.
 
oh simon.
 
simon: as of right now, i have found out that the artifact is a type of head piece. maybe it is a crown, a tiara, maybe even a hood of some sort. i am so very exited about this one. i can feel it in my gut that there is going to be something special about it.
 
simon finishes his meal and says stuff about how when he finds it, he will also be documenting it as well.
 
the tape cuts off and you have only one left.
 
this one is simon running.
 
simon points the camera to his face.
 
simon: hello viewers. i have GREAT news! i have found the location of the merchant that has the artifact, and have made contact with him as of the other night. he says that he will have all his items on stock. oh, here he is!
 
simon points the camera forward to show a man dressed up in a bunch of robes and a bandana covering his mouth.
 
merchant: hello strangah. whata'ya boin?
 
the merchant seems to have a small grasp of english.
 
simon: excuse me sir, but i have been made aware that you might have an antique of a head dress of some sorts?
 
merchant: good choice strangah. heheheh.
 
the feed cuts out before you can watch the rest of it.
 
you are left with the static of the remaining tape, so you take it out.
 
you look at your watch and realize that, holy shit... you still need to help out the ice king. you will have to make some type of excuse or something.
 
you jump all the way back to where you were.
 
ice king: oh, there you are bro. where were you?
 
>i had to take a leak, but i couldnt find a bathroom... i went over the side.
 
ice king; oh man! just like me! we are such bros! were like... turbo-bros! turbros!
 
>heh... yeah.
 
so you and ice king set up mats on the floor and begin to do sit ups.
 
ice king: hhnnn- *poot*... oh... heheheh... sorry.
 
>i think everyone secretly gets the poots when they do sit ups.
 
ice king; even girls?
 
>especially girls. they say 'oh yeah, girls dont fart" but thats a lie.
 
ice king: heheh. girl poots.
 
>heheheh.
 
you and the ice king keep at it untill you both reach about 20 sit ups. you could do more, but you ARE his spotter.
 
ice king: oh man. im hungies.
 
>didnt you eat before all this?
 
ice king: i thought you werent supposed to eat before working out so that you could get rid of the ugly quicker.
 
>no man. eat first, then work out. wheres your food at, we gotta get you to eat something.
 
ice king: the cereals on top of the fridge in the next room, can you make me some cereal?
 
>*sigh* why cant you do it yourself?
 
ice king: do me a solid?
 
>fine... but were doing like... 30 more sit ups after your done eating.
 
you go into the kitchen and make him some cereal. it was like some kind of coco-puffs rip off. you open the fridge to find out that things were less colder in there, so the milk came out as liquid. cool.
 
you bring back the ice king's cereal and watch him eat it.
 
>so... uh... know anyone named simon?
 
ice king: huh? why?
 
>oh... oh nothing. just putting it out there.
 
ice king: hmmmm.... nahhhh.
 
well that rules that out... wait... no it doesnt, the ice king's memory is all bunky, maybe he just doesnt remember.
 
gunter: wenk
 
ice king; no g- *munch*.... gunter, we need to continue the work out so i can be fit and junk. dont you want a mamma around the house?
 
gunter; wenk.
 
ice king: what do you mean you think i look good by myself. look at all this flab.
 
gunter: wenk wenk.
 
ice king: really? all i need is an orb? wow. magic can pretty much cure anything huh?
 
>you arent thinking of quitting are you?
 
ice king: well... i mean... magic bro.
 
>no bro. working out is the only way, that way you dont need some type of orb ALL the time.
 
ice king: hmmm... good point. bunk your suggestion gunters.
 
gunters crosses his flippers and gives an annoyed "wenk".
 
as you and the ice king continue your working out, you begin to wonder more and more about that freaking room. why was it filled with stuff from simon petricov? why ONLY with simon?
 
you try and come up with more excuses for yourself to get to that room.
 
*riiing riiiing*
 
ice king: oh boy! im getting a call! i NEVER get those!
 
ice king goes to the holophone and some wizard looking dude popps up.
 
wizard: ey yo. wizard stuff. get over here.
 
ice king; oh... um... okay.
 
the ice king closes the holophone and turns to you.
 
ice king: um... yeah... uh... so i need to go to wizard land and do some wizard stuff, so... stay here untill i get back, kay?
 
>but-
 
ice king: okaythanksforunderstandingbye!
 
god damnit.
 
wait... no, this is your chance to go back to the room.
 
you giggle and jump through all the jazz you had to do last time. once again you were met with a room full of papers and junk.
 
time for more stuff to find out.
 
you dig through drawers to find newspaper clippings of antiques that simon had possessed and shown to the world. some were actually things you remember before you came here. oh snap, so that means simom might have also been from your world! this makes things more interesting!
 
gunter: wenk.
 
>yo gunters. help me find some stuff.
 
gunters just looks at you and turns his haid in an annoyed 'wenk".
 
>oh man. you mand bro? come here. ill give you a belly rub.~
 
gunters looks back through one eye and slides his way over to you for the belly rub. it lasts about 3 minutes untill the penguin gets up and starts waddling around the room helping you find interesting stuff.
 
you found pictures of simon with betty. some of the artifacts he kept. a safe... wait... A SAFE?
 
>gunters, you know the code to this?
 
gunters "wenk" implies that he indeed does.
 
>mind opening that up? this is interesting.
 
gunters goes to the safe and spinns the knob in completely random directions.
 
>gunters.... you lied to me br-
 
*click*
 
>oh... nevermind what i was just about to say there. it was absolutley nothing.
 
gunters: wenk.
 
you open the safe to find.... 1 last video.
 
why was the ice king only hiding one video, and letting all the rest go by?
 
it doesnt matter, youre going to watch it.
 
you pop it in like the last ones and you are met with... the ice king?
 
no... wait... the glasses.... the suit.
 
ice king: hello viewers....
 
no.... no way.
 
ice king: its.... its been awhile... the... the world has changed alot. you walk around the place and there is nothing but rubble. i met a little girl the other day. her name is marceline. shes all alone on this baron planet...
 
no fucking way.
 
ice king: i have the feeling i should be protecting her from this world, for as long as my mind will let me.
 
he flips the camera to point at a small girl huddled under a lot of blankets.
 
ice king: she is quite the trooper... listen viewer... a lot of things have happened since ive gotten this artifact.... very... sad things...
 
he points to his crown that rests on his belt.
 
ice king: my mind isnt what it once was. i am aging at a fast rate. i am starting to see less clearly than i used to...
 
there can be no way that this is...
 
ice king: i... i still remember my name at least. simon... simon petricov.
 
....
 
ice king: .... im... im sorry betty... this was all because of me. if you are out there.... i just want to let you know... that the things ve done... the things that i may have said... those werent me. it was this... crown... but i am so sorry.
 
marceline moves herself under the blankets.
 
ice king: ... such a trooper. viewer... if you are watching this... it must mean that you must know me in the future. in that time i might be nothing of what i once was... or am now. i hope that at least some sort of strand in me stays the same, and allows for us to act the way we should in front of each others. like friends.
 
the flame near him and marceline starts to dim a bit.
 
ice king: viewer... friend... please... remember me the way i was, and not as i am now. it wont be long untill i completely loose my memories. so i leave you with this... thank you for putting up with me.
 
the video cuts off.... and you are left with nothing but a blank stare at a wall filled with the projection of static, and a penguin on your lap.
 
... you cant believe what you had just watched.
 
you cant believe anything from up to now.
 
you were given answers thanks to the room, but new questions now fill your mind.
 
you walk back to the room you and the ice king were with gunter in your arm.
 
just as you set him down, you see the ice king fly ack in with his beard being a little messed up.
 
ice king: oh man... those guys can be weird some times. so anon, we gonna keep at it?
 
>.... yeah... yeah bro... what do you want to do next?
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you spent the whole day with the ice king. you helped him work out. he has made a little bit of an improvement since before the training you suppose.
 
you made it official with him that you were indeed bros from now on, but that if he had kidnaped a princess, and you were in the vicinity, you would have to get the princess back.
 
before you let yourself out of his lair, you give your bro a hug.
 
ice king; woah... what is this for/ did i do that good today?
 
>yeah man... im proud of you... always will be.
 
ice king: shucks bro. when we on for the next session?
 
>im free every sunday. if im not on sunday, its probably thanks to some jerk ruining my day. see yah... simon.
 
ice king: see yah later view- i mean bro. pfff... what was i even about to say? man im cooky some times.
 
you smile a bit and head your way out of there and back to your house.
 
today you learned alot about the ice king. and a little about marceline.
 
you cant help but have feels the rest of the way home.