well, marceline and finn left about three days ago. jake said he was completely okay with it and "ill get to spend more time with lady!"
 
well... thats not what is happening right now is it?
 
jake: cooome oooooon. i m sooo booooored.
 
>i thought you said that you were gonna have more time to hang with lady.
 
jake: well i did that yesterday and the day before... but now its just getting tiresome. i want there to be excitement when we see each other. like every time.
 
>well, what do you suggest?
 
jake: ive never been able to adventure down in the ocean before. how about that?
 
>what? we would need a sub for that.
 
jake: i HAVE a sub. i got it from general porpus.
 
>the dolphin dude?
 
jake: the dolphin dude.
 
>huh.... sure... got scuba gear too?
 
jake: check it. BA-BAM!
 
jake holds out two scuba suits. one his size and one your size.
 
>alright then... lets do it!
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>so... this thing is made of wood.... you sure its not just gonna float?
 
jake: ive used it before... it has some stuff in it to level it either on or below water. i dunno.... i wasnt listening when i took the class.
 
>then how do you know how to drive the thing?
 
jake: my dad. he used to take me out on that sub every day and we would eat pickles and junk. he made the best pickles too. youd think theyd be soft but they would have this wicked crunch.
 
>well, we got our gear on and were in the sub. lets get this party started.
 
jake: commence dive in three... two... one!
 
the sub goes in.... backwards.
 
jake: beep... beep... beep.
 
>jake... why are you backing it in?
 
jake: i thought it would be funny.
 
>ehhhh...
 
jake: oh... well uh.... hmmm... what would be funny?
 
>barrel rolls.
 
jake: barrel rolls?
 
>freaking do it.
 
jake: alright then.
 
jake steers the thing really fast and the sub does FUCKING BARREL ROLLS!
 
>WOOOOOOOOO!!!
 
jake: WOOOOOOOO!!
 
the sub goes deeper and deeper into the ocean, and you see fish and junk everywhere. really pretty and clear down here.
 
jake: alright, now were gonna see some ruins.
 
>thats coo-
 
.... what....
 
jake: you okay man? whats up?
 
>jake... those arent ruins.... those are buildings....
 
jake: what? pfff... no. buildings dont look like that, those are too high.
 
those are sky scrapers. you look all around. you see even more stuff that doesnt make sense, you see buildings that you RECOGNIZE.
 
what the fuck is going on?
 
jake: anon? you okay bro?
 
>wha- oh... y-yeah.... totes blooby.
 
jake: you sure? you never usually use our lingo. you would have said something like "aw yeah gurl" or something like that.
 
>yeah.... um... sorry.... hay jake, you think you can take me someplace?
 
jake: sure. but i dont think you know where we would be going.
 
lets hope you dont know where you are going...
 
>take a left up here...
 
man... this is hella strange... its almost as if...
 
>no fucking way...
 
jake: what?
 
>thats a fucking mcdonalds over there.
 
jake: you mean the double golden arch thing? thats what its called?
 
>yeah! and this is turner street... and this is....
 
.... my house...
 
>hay jake, how about we explore right now.
 
jake: now thats what im talking about. we got about 10 minutes of oxygen with these tanks, so we gotta make sure we make the most of it.
 
>yeah.
 
jake opens the hatch below, and you both head out.
 
>ill meet you back at the sub jake.
 
jake: sure, imma go explore over here.
 
your... your looking at your house....
 
you put your hand on the knob of the door... your scared to go in... your scared to be here... hwat the fuck is happening?
 
you slowly open the door, and a school of fish swim out rapidly.
 
as you swim inside, you realize completely that this IS your house. the house you grew up in for over 17 years. the house you lived in with your brother, chris.
 
you swim around the furniture. theres all the pictures... all the memories... but all faded out...
 
you see one that isnt so bad looking, it has all of you in it. it was the one you had taken right before you moved out and got your own apartment. squirt was pretty sad that day...
 
what the hell is all of this doing here? what is happening?
 
you go up the stairs to see if everything is the same there.
 
you check where your mom and dads room would be. when you open it, you see the giant bed. the tv that dad wanted to keep but was still busted, the rocking chair setup by the window that mom would sit in. everything was there.
 
what does my room look like now?
 
you swim over there to find that there is abunch of exercise equipment there. dad and mom did want to keep in shape all the time, you guess they are the reason why you do it so much.
 
.... chris's room.
 
you swim over to his room.... to find it in shambles. everything is just thrown everywhere. its the dirtiest room in the flooded house. what happened here?
 
looking around more carefully you spot something in a zip lock bag.
 
3 cds., all within their own container, all labeled "from squirt, to bro."
 
.......
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jake: yo anon, you got back early, you find anythi-
 
>no, lets just go. i want to go home now.
 
jake: woah, whats got you in such a hurry?
 
>i uh... just really gotta poo.
 
jake: oh... well i can understand that. i hate being stuck somewhere when i really gotta do the biz.
 
jake hops in the sub and you soon follow. jake steps on it and you are heading to the surface in no time.
 
the second you get on land, you sprint to finn and jakes house.
 
>BEEMO, WHERE ARE YOU?
 
beemo: why are you yelling anon?
 
>beemo, i need you right now. are you able to play cds?
 
beemo: yes. why do you-
 
you pick up beemo and head to your house.
 
beemo: i need the cd slot anon!
 
you go back over, get the cd slot, and head to your house.
 
you set beemo up with the holo-projector and hook in the cd slot thing.
 
you open the baggy with the cd containers. they are all numbered. you pick out one and put it in the cd slot.
 
beemo: anon, what is all this about.
 
>beemo... we need to watch this cd. its the only thing right now that can probably answer every question i had since i got here... or at least some of them.
 
the thing starts up.
 
the video starts with the camera being moved around, and you hear grumbling. it soon cuts out to a new scene where you can hear two people talking.
 
woman: goerge!
 
man: what? you said you wanted butter.
 
woman: i said i wanted a LITTLE butter goerge.
 
man: guh..... sorry margret.
 
woman: you better be.
 
that sounds exactly like mom and dad.
 
you cant believe what is happening before your eyes right now.
 
boy: anon, how do you work this thing?
 
is that... chris?
 
you: did you find my old camera? wow, i havent seen this thing in forever! i used to make stupid videos with my friends on this thing. whered you find it?
 
chris: i found it in the attic. does it still work?
 
you: yep, and it has a full charge. you have it on record too buddy.
 
chris: can you show me how to use it?
 
you: haha, sure. come on, lets go get the stuff that goes with it.
 
the video once again cuts to a different scene.
 
chris holds the camera in front of his face and then zooms out. you see some writing behind him, very colorful. you think you remember this...
 
chris: hello, and welcome to the CHRIS SHOOOOW!!!
 
chris makes the point in zooming in to the writing on the back that says "the amazing chris show".
 
chris: with your guest host, anooooon!
 
he shows you on the camera and you wave.
 
you: hi mom.
 
mom: hay sweetie.
 
it seems you always had your since of humor, even when you were 16.
 
chris: today were gonna talk about transformers.
 
oh yeah, you remember this.
 
chris: my favorite transformer besides optimus prime is jet fire, beause he is an autobot, and he can fly. anon, what is your opinion on this?
 
you: well chris, i believe that besides optimus prime, soundwave is the funkiest bot out there.
 
the video cuts to a new scene.
 
mom: alright, are you recording chris?
 
chris: yeah mom. we gonna suprise him?
 
mom: it wouldnt be a surprise party with out a surprise.
 
oh no.
 
chris: but mom, anon doesnt like surprise parties.
 
damn straight i dont like surprise parties.
 
mom: too late, here he comes, get over the couch with mommy.
 
*creeaaak*
 
you: lights are off? but the cars outside... oh no.
 
yeah...
 
everyone: SURPRIIIISE!!!
 
someone pops one of those party crackers right near your face. you should have killed that motherfucker.
 
mom: happy 17th birthday!
 
dad: yeah, one more and we kick you out.
 
mom: goerge!
 
dad: he knows im kidding. right anon?
 
you: you guys know i hate surprise parties, someone always-
 
*pop*
 
you: pops those things in my face.
 
chris: i told them anon.
 
you: i trust you did chris.... well... might as well get his over with.
 
dad: what are you saying it like that for, we have your friends coming over too yah know.
 
you: dad, you know how my friends get on my birthda-
 
*HOOONK HOOOONK*
 
one of your friends: yo anon, get out here! were heading to jeffs.
 
mom: oh no, im not having that.
 
dad: what, whats wrong with jeff?
 
you: mom thinks hes a bad influence on me. she forgets she taught me very strictly not to do anything stupid.
 
mom: your darn right.
 
dad: marge, let him go. hes 17 now. thats one year away from voting.
 
you voted for obama just to mess with dad before you got here.
 
the video cuts to a new scene.
 
oh... oh snap... this is when you and your family went on that trip around the states.
 
mom: you didnt pack the sandwiches? anon, i made those specifically for when you and chris got hungry, and your telling me you want to go to wendies?!
 
you: but they have the baconator.
 
chris: yeah, and you can get up to 4 pieces of meat on it.
 
you: thats like... quadruple sandwich.
 
dad: why hasnt anyone else thought of that?
 
you: see mom?
 
mom: you didnt pack the sandwiches just for this reason didnt you?
 
you: no.
 
yes you fucking did, and you regret nothing. that baconator was amazing. 4 pieces of heaven all up in your mouth.
 
the video cuts to one last scene.
 
dad: what are you boys doin?
 
chris: were making a tree house! anon bought all the stuff to do it!
 
dad: your mom okay with this? you know how she gets.
 
mom: i gave them the green light. besides, anon is going to be leaving for college soon, why not let them have some brotherly time?
 
the video finally stops.
 
that tree house, you never got to finish it with chris. and you promised you would help him get the rest finished...
 
that kind of sucks man...
 
so... the first cd was basically nothing but what you did with your family. it brought back some good memories.
 
the first cd may not have answered anything at all, but at least you know that you got the chance to relive those times a little bit.
 
beemo pops out the cd and you put it back in the case.
 
beemo: was that your family?
 
>i think you know the answer to that already beemo.
 
beemo: your mom is very protective of you and your brother.
 
>yeah, i think she would have socked a bear in the face if it ever tried to get us.
 
beemo: well, there are two more cds to go, ready for the next one?
 
>yeah.
 
you pop it in and it starts to play.
 
chris: *sniff* .... *sniff*... whered you go...
 
is.... is chris crying?
 
oh... oh no... could this be...
 
chris: mom said that the police have tried finding you were you live, and in the town.... *sniff*... and... and they say your dead... *sniff*
 
.... fuck...
 
chris: .... i dont think your dead though... *sniff* .... i mean... you called us just the day before your birthday... i dont think youre dead... i think you got taken away...
 
... your not too far off buddy...
 
the video cuts to a new scene.
 
you think what you are seeing is chris, but he looks so grown up.
 
chris: ive decided... that im going to use this camera for two purposes now. 1, to document everything thats major so when bro comes back one day.... or even just sees this, he'll know whats happened to us. 2, i think itll be good for me to feel like im talking to... someone...
 
... chris...
 
chris: well... bro, if you are watching this, im about 14 now. uh... everything is going fine with the family, we just went to thanksgiving diner at our aunt reedas place... i think you know what happened already.
 
>haha...
 
our aunt reeda is.... really fucking crazy. our mom allways had to chill her out if she was talking constantly. on your 13th birthday, she was talking about her menstrual cycle.... at the diner table.... while you were eating tomato soup. worst. birthday. ever.
 
chris: um... im.... im not doing so well in school right now...
 
what? chris not doing well in school? thats gotta be a paradox. kid was able to solve a rubix cube at the age of four. FUCKING FOUR.
 
chris: its the teacher i swear... i think you may have heard of her. ms. harmon.
 
that. bitch.
 
ms. harmon.
 
she is probably failing him because he is related to you.
 
back when you were her student in highschool, she tried to molest you and you told the principal. lets just say a whole bunch of legal actions were had, nothing really got settled, and she still worked there, but held a grudge for almost taking away her job.
 
chris: well... besides that, nothing new is really happening. ill tell you some stuff when it happens bro.
 
the video cuts to a new scene.
 
chris: okay, so more major stuff. i got- check it- a girlfriend!
 
oh hell yeah motherfucker! you best tell me her name.
 
chris: her name is bethany wensgrowth. shes about my age, and we have started dating... well... kinda dating. its like that kind of dating you said were dad drove you around with your girlfriend and... embarrassed you.
 
oh man. poor chris...
 
dad always brought up the most weirdest shit when he drove you around. even when there was someone else in the car. luckily you got your own car later down the road so dad couldnt do it to you any more.
 
chris: so ive been working on the tree house again, i even have a blue print of what its gonna look like! look!
 
chris shows a layered drawing of how the tree house is going to be built and what it is going to have inside it. it looked pretty pimp actually, lots more cooler than what you were going to make with him.
 
chris: um... last thing... this may not be major at all but i just wanted to say it. mom has gotten kind of sick. she has a bit of a cough, but the doctor says its nothing. i think im just being a little paranoid but you know as well as i that mom does NOT get sick.
 
yeah, what the fuck?
 
chris: well... ill update you when things happen.
 
the video cuts to a new scene.
 
chris has his hand on his head.
 
chris: ..... anon... its... im uh... that last video was shot about 3 years ago, and im 17 now.
 
chris has that look he had in that one video...
 
chris: um...... fuck....
 
chris puts both hands on his head and rubs his temples.
 
chris: things were running so smoothly so i didnt make any video updates for awhile... but... r-remember when i said mom was sick?
 
.... oh no...
 
chris: well... the sickness would come back and leave, come back and leave.... its done that for the past 3 years.... anon.... moms been diagnosed with cancer...
 
..........
 
chris: uh...... dad and i are really worried. mom keeps telling us not to worry, and says "if lance armstrong can do it, so can she".. haha... *sniff*... i think shes forgetting he had nut cancer though. listen... bro... i... i still believe your alive out there... please come home. we need you here.
 
chris wipes away the tears and looks at the camera... he doesnt say anything for awhile and then just stops recording.
 
the video cuts to a new scene:
 
chris: anon..... *sniff*...
 
no...
 
chris: anon moms.... *cries* moms gone....
 
>no no no no NO!
 
you put your hands on your head and rest your elbos on your knees.
 
chris: why arent you here anon?
 
>god... damnit...
 
chris: i *sniff* ive been making all these videos... and... it just feels like.... it just feels like a fucking waste of my time... i dont know why i do them really. i mean. somewhere down in my heart, i may believe that your still out there, but it just seems so futile to believe it, when you havent been here for 11 years of my life.
 
chris, im sorry.... i dont even know how i got here... i fucking hate that i made that wish... i wish i never made that wish... im fucking sorry...
 
chris: dads gone to drinking... he hasnt been coming home lately, and it just feels like its gonna be the same thing with him.... im.... im gonna send him to AAA meetings... i gotta get him to stop drinking, or pick up a hobby or something... *sniff* .... ugh.... just... if your out there anon... i want you to know that.... im mad. im mad, and sad, and lonely, and i cant seem to help myself anymore.
 
the video cuts from that last scene and ends.
 
your left there sitting with beemo next to you.
 
beemo: .... anon...
 
>its.... i ..... god damnit...
 
beemo pops out the cd and puts it in the case himself.
 
you take your time before getting the last cd. you dont know what is on it and you dont want to see anything bad happen to your brother.
 
but... theres that thing in your gut that tells you to push on... and keep watching.
 
you take the last cd and pop it in.
 
the video cuts with a happy chris, this makes you smile... at least its a change of attitude.
 
chris: hay bro. im 18 now. ive... forgiven you. im not mad at you anymore. dads finally stopped being an alcoholic, im really proud of him. his new hobby is a little weird though. he watches the history chanel all day when he gets back from work, and if not that, he is in the basement bomb proofing it. i guess its not all that weird really... i mean... we are in a war right now a suppose, still though, he works on it like crazy.
 
youre really fucking glad to be hearing good news right now.
 
chris: and guess what bro? i just finished the tree house. check it out!
 
chris points the camera outside and you see the most amazing tree house.
 
chris: god, it was the toughest thing to build, but i think it was worth it. it gave me something to work on really. i guess you could say it eased my mind. well, until next vid.
 
the video cuts to a new scene.
 
dad: why did you bring the camera?! we need to go to the house right NOW!
 
whats happening?
 
chris: i have to document this... uh... just in case.
 
dad: f-fine, just get into the car now!
 
you see chris get in the passenger seat and dad starts driving the car off somewhere.
 
dad: see, i told you we needed that bomb shelter.
 
chris: dad, now is not the fucking time.
 
dad: oh its the time alright! just fucking look behind us!
 
chris points the camera to the rear of the car, and you see a bunch of missiles landing and exploding in the background. they begin to swerve and weave now and then.
 
>oh no...
 
dad: were allmost there. we got enough food, water, and tequila to last us 5 years.
 
chris: dad, you just got off drinking.
 
dad: who siad i was gonna drink it?
 
chris: dad, you know i dont drink. not after that stuff you gave me when i was 16.
 
dad: who said i was gonna make you drink? ive seen the videos son. theyre for anon, when he gets back. some part of me knows as well he didnt die. i can feel him in a way... FUCK!
 
chris: LOOK OUT!
 
*HOOONK HOOOOONK*
 
a massive trailer goes hauling down the road from behind them and passes them ahead.
 
chris: oh god, that gave me a heart attack.
 
dad: gave me three... fucking dick.
 
chris: i think he has his own right... i mean.... fucking bombs.
 
dad: yeah, but we had the right away.
 
fucking dad...
 
chris: there! were here!
 
dad: run! go go go go go go!!!
 
dad and chris run into the house.
 
*eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee*
 
chris: what the...
 
dad: was that a fucking atom bomb?!
 
chris: get inside! we have no ti-
 
the tape.... cuts out....
 
>........
 
beemo: anon....
 
you just stare into the projection...
 
you just.... stare...
 
beemo: anon im....
 
>.... beemo... i think..... i think that i want to be left alone right now....
 
beemo: but anon.... there is more data.
 
>.... are you sure..... i mean..... theres.... nothing but static....
 
beemo: i know it anon, there is more.... only a little, but there is more.... fast forward.
 
the projection goes blurrier and you hear the kind of noise you would here if you were fast forwarding a vhs.
 
beemo: right here!
 
*click*
 
all you see is black.
 
voice: i cant believe that this thing still works... oops, did i record that part?
 
that voice sounds like an adult, but you cant place it.
 
voice: uh... hello.... anon... its me chris.
 
>ch-
 
the blackness disappears.
 
chris: ah, had the damn cover on the lens. doi.
 
thats.... chris... but.
 
chris: so... lets remember... ah, yeah, the bomb. okay so, that bomb, wasnt an atom bomb... it was something way worse. i mean yeah, it scorched everything pretty good...
 
chris shows you everything. its nothing but ruin. there are no plants to be seen. all the buildings in the background are just... gone.
 
chris: but it wasnt an atom bomb. it had.... i cant believe im saying this... magic. MAGIC anon!
 
>what?
 
chris: yeah, and it may have been bad magic, but some good things happened too. there are new species everywhere. there are fish people, slime people, water people, flame people... just about anything you can think of.... people.
 
>hahah...
 
chris: so... yeah... as you can see, im a lot older now. im 28. i just recently came back to the house to pay my respects to dad again... and i found the camera. at first i didnt think it was working, but it played video just fine. dad lived through it like me anon... he just uh... didnt make it so far with me. he died normally though, so dont be getting sad, you know what dad would do to you and me if he saw us cry over his death...
 
he would call us pussies, and then haunt us.
 
chris: well... i got some news for you. im... im married now.
 
>wh-
 
chris: i have a beautiful wife... its bethany. shes... changed into one of them, but i love her so much.
 
oh man...
 
chris: its so weird seeing the world like this though. the other day i saw this blue gue with a crown strapped to his hip walking with a tiny pale girl.
 
no fucking way... he saw ice king and marceline... then that must mean that im....
 
chris: oh, the time is running out on the cd. alright bro, i have a favor to ask you. bro fist me.
 
your... fucking crying again.
 
chris: bro fist from the past to the future bro.
 
your crying, but you do as he requests.
 
chris: i miss you bro.
 
> i... miss you too squirt.
 
womans voice: honey, we have to leave now, its getting dark.
 
chris: ill be there in a second honey.
 
childs voice: what are you doing daddy?
 
chris: oh... oh oh oh! sweetie come here.
 
oh... oh man...
 
chris shows a little girl with brown hair the camera.
 
chris: lisa, say hi to your uncle anonymous.
 
lisa: my uncle is a camera?
 
chris: haha... no, hes just listening to us on video.
 
lisa: oh... hi uncle anonomouse.
 
oh my fucking god.... thats just... amazing.
 
shes fucking adorable.
 
>chris youll never know how proud i am of you right now.
 
bethany: christopher.
 
chris: say goodbye to uncle anon sweetie. were running out of daylight.
 
lisa: goodbye uncle anon.
 
chris looks at the camera one last time, and the video finally ends.
 
beemo takes out the cd and puts it in the container.
 
beemo looks at you and smiles a little bit, and takes the cd player to the house.
 
beemo: well... now we both know something about the past, dont we?
 
>.... yep.... and i also know better about the present.
 
beemo: are you going to tell the others?
 
>i.... would rather not tell them until im.... ready.
 
beemo: i know its a lot for you to handle right now anon, but i know you can overcome it. you usually do it anyway. its like you say: your only human.
 
>... heheh... yeah... see yah beemo.
 
beemo heads outside and you close the door.
 
>*siiiigh*
 
you know so much now.
 
you know now that you arent in an alternate universe...
 
youre in the future.
 
if you hadnt come here by whatever means you did, you would probably be dead... probably be with chris...
 
you dont know about that part really... but what you do know though is that this world isnt ooo....
 
its earth.
 
everything is clear as day now. the reason why lady speaks korean, the reason why people here have different words for everything, the real reason why the gravity is so low here.
 
its a lot to know about... and its a lot to keep inside.
 
but, you cant tell them right now.
 
your just gonna... stay inside for awhile and think...