Triumph of the Will parts 1, 2 and 3

          As the cloudy day blew it's fragrant gust of wind, the tree house sat motionless.
          The door burst open. A 15 year old boy ran out yelling, swinging a sword at the ground! “EYAYAYAYAYAAA!!”
          A dog followed from the house, growing in size. It's fists became the size of the house and began punching the ground. “AAAAAARGH!!”
          A tiny, rectangle shaped robot stood in the doorway. “Good! You have destroyed the aphids!”
          Both the boy and dog looked back and gave a smile and a thumbs up. The door closed. The two sighed. B-MO, the robot, was always incorrigible. So was Finn, the human boy. Jake watched as Finn began walking out into the field. “Hey Finn, we can go inside now.”
          “Nah.” Finn continued.
          With out a word, Jake followed.
          The two traversed the land, eventually reaching a swamp. There, they fought. Then ate sandwiches. They pressed on wards and found a tree princess. They couldn't really tell if it was a princess. There was a crown on one of the tree's boughs, but it was asleep the entire time they were there. They decided to camp beneath it's branches.
          Dawn broke. Finn woke up to see a hundred ogres staring at him and Jake. “Jake!” Finn cautiously whispered. “Jake! We got company!” Jake opened his eyes slowly. Finn stood up. None of the ogres seemed to advance, but stood, staring. Finn stared back, not exactly sure of the situation. Jake sat up yawned and stretched. His paw raised up and stretched high enough to the crown. The eyes of the ogres began to grow wild. “Okay, so they might not be friendly.” Finn said as he started to do stretches.
          Jake stood up, oblivious to the crown in tow. “So, uh, ya gonna fight 'em?” the crown slowly began to raise to Jake's mouth.
          “Dunno.” Finn didn't feel like fighting.
          “Egch, this dough nut tastes horrible, here have a taste” Jake waves the crown in front of Finn's face. “Why are they growling?”
          “I don't kn-.” Finn's mouth was filled with a metallic taste “Ugh. That donut is terrible!” Finn caught a glimpse of it as Jake took it back. The ogre's began jumping and howling.
          “Huh, what's with them?” Jake was scratching his butt with the crown.
          “Jake! The crown!” Finn watched as Jake threw the crown onto his own forehead in shock.
          “Oh my Glob! The crown! It's gone!” Jake put up his fists “Don't worry Tree Princess! We'll get it back from these dumb ogres!” Finn grabbed the crown, which stopped one of Jake's fists. “Hey! What gives! Uh.” Jake saw the dough nut. “How long have I been holding that?”
          “Put that crown back!” an ogre boomed.
          “Whelp, time to get slayin',” Jake pulled out a sword from Finn's backpack.
          Finn grabbed the crown from Jake, who didn't realize he was still holding it, and began climbing the tree.
          “Finn! What gives?!”
          “We're not fighting, Jake. Now let go.”
          “Alright, but I think you're missing out on some fun.”
          Finn climbed down, walked towards with his arms raised and spoke “Hello ogres! I'm sorry my friend touched your Tree Princess'seseses crown!” The ogres began to close in.
          “I'll save you Finn!”
          “No, Jake. I.” Finn looked at his fist “Want to use words.”
          “What?!” Jake grew double his size and stepped in front of Finn “No way, man. This ain't a tea party.” Before Jake could wind up a punch, the ogres swarmed him.
          “No! Jake! Stop! Please! He only wants to help!”
          The ogres knocked Jake down, chanting “Crown toucher! Crown toucher!” as an ogre climbed on top with a sharpened tree.
          Finn jumped in front of the executioner and pleaded, “Look! We didn't know that crown was yours! We didn't know if the tree was a princess!”
          “Crown toucher!” the ogre didn't respond as the tree raised.
          “Face puncher!” with a swift punch, the ogre was knocked off of Jake.
          Jake had a strike of inspiration. With a grunt, multiple fists emanated from his body and punched all of the ogres pinning him down. Jake picked himself up and took Finn with him. Jake returned to regular size when they were at a safe distance.
          “I wonder how those horses are doing.”
          Jake was catching his breath “What?”
          “You know! The ones with the crystal god!”
          “Which ones?”
          “The one that would burn us to a crisp.”
          “Eh, there's plenty of that around here, be more specific.”
          Finn hesitantly responds “they, uh, eat human boys and magic dogs.”
          “Really, Finn?”
          “Just wonder if they got home.”
          “You nearly got us killed! You expect me to go down with you to an entire village of horses that want to eat us?!”
          “Yeah.”
          “Why!”
          “I don't know!” Finn look out towards the swamp where they escaped the ogres. “I just don't know.”
          “Well, whatever. Let's go back home first.”
          “Can you ask Lady if she wants to come?”
          “What? You just endangered the both of us and now you want to endanger Lady Rainicorn?”
          “She doesn't have to if she doesn't want to.”
          Jake glared at Finn “what has gotten into you?”

          As they reached home, Jake noticed the front door ajar. “Oh great, hopefully B-MO didn't get out,” said Jake as he shrunk down.
          The house was dark. Finn and Jake both readied themselves. Finn whispered, “Do you think the burglar is still here?”
          “Don't know,” Jake replied. Mindlessly, Jake's hands had stretched upwards and knocked off a lamp.
          Finn turned around when the lantern broke. “Jake!”
          “Whoops, sorry,” Jake stared at the lantern, “Wow, bet you can't fix that if your tried, huh?”
          “Shh! You'll scare the burglar!” Finn crouched down.
          “Oh please, we've taken on plenty of burglars,” Jake turned on a light. Something scurried behind the couch the moment the light hit. “Aaagh! Finn! What was that!”
          “Y'know, bro. You're really starting to get on my nerves,” as Finn continued, what appeared to be a tiny horse crept out of cover and began to approach Finn from behind. Jake's jaw dropped. “What is it Jake?” Finn turned around to witness, appearing to be, a tiny horse, leaping from the ground and towards his face. The potentially a horse yelled “hugs” as it leapt.
          Finn braced for impact, but a giant fist came from behind and knocked the tiny, possible horse, out of it's trajectory.
          The tiny, probable horse, laid still and began to wail. It's stomach began to grow. Finn and Jake could both hear ripping and tearing of papier-mâché. B-MO climbed out of the horse belly, crying. A giant crack was across his screen. “You ruined my costume!”
          “Whoa. Sorry about that B-MO.” Jake looked over the costume, “What is it, anyways? Looks hideous.”
          “It's my friend Francis!” B-MO chirped “I'm cosplaying as him!”
          Finn stepped in to have a look at the costume. It looked like one of the tiny horses that have a crystal god and eat human boys and magic dogs. Finn's voice cracked, “So, uh, where's Francis?”
          B-MO was already at the ladder to the lower levels, and with a wave, simply jumped down. Finn and Jake followed, eventually arriving to a dark basement.

          “Wow, it's dark in here. B-MO, maybe we should step ou-” The lights turned on. Finn and Jake squinted as their eyes adjusted.
          “Look Francis! These are my two best friends! Finn and Jake!” B-MO had his arms outstretched greeting his friend.
          A tiny, orange horse with a purple mane and tiny wings wearily walked into the open, it laid down exhausted as if it had walked a marathon. It stared nervously at Finn and Jake. B-MO begins to give the malnourished pony noodles. Finn asks, “How long has that horse been here?”
          “Oh, Francis has been here six months.” B-MO begins smearing a noodle on the pony's mouth, attempting to feed it, “He really likes noodles.”
          The tiny horse weakly asks “Can I go home now?”
          B-MO brings out a twig and taps the tiny horse on the head “No! Francis!” the pony begins to sob.
          The pony begins to yell, “Why!? I wanna go home! And my name's not Francis! It's Scootaloo!”
          B-MO furls his digital brow “No, Francis.” Again, taps the horse on the head with the discipline twig.
          “B-MO, you can't keep Francis. He's a baby.” Finn stands on his knee. He looks at his once-removed arm and shrugs. “I'm tired of being a lefty.” Finn presents his arm to the pony. Francis backed away as Finn kept coercing the horse, completely confused as to why Finn was presenting his arm. “C'mon” Finn grabbed the pony's mouth, struggling as he tried to shove his arm between the pony's teeth, “You're starving, it's okay.”
          “Finn! Are you crazy?” Jake yanked Finn's arm away, “C'mon, mang. Let's just get this horse out of here.”
          B-MO jumped in front of Finn, “No! You can not take Francis! He is my friend! Like you and Jake!”
          “I get it B-MO, but that's completely different. You don't make friends. You make friends! Get it?” Finn blinked a few times as he thought about what he said.
          B-MO smiled, “I get it!”
          The pony got itself up, excited of the thought of leaving. B-MO took out his discipline twig and placed it on the horse's forehead. Francis begins sobbing “I want to leave! Please!”.
          B-MO winds up for another disciplinary tap. As the robot's hand came down, there was no twig. B-MO turned around. A twig tapped his face. Jake sternly spoke “No! B-MO! Bad B-MO!”
          B-MO begins crying, runs up the ladder and out of the house.
          Jake starts pushing and coercing the horse to the ladder with the twig. “Alright, fun's over. C'mon, back to where you came from.” The horse faced the ladder, unsure of whether it could climb up a vertical wall. With one hoof after the other, the pony made it two rungs before it slipped. Jake began poking it with the twig. “C'mon, I don't got all day.” the pony stands back up and attempts again, only to fall flat on it's back. “Huh, well I guess you're done for. C'mon Finn.”
          “Jake!” Finn yelled as he picked up the horse.
          “Finn!” Jake yelled as he slapped the horse out of Jake's hands! Finn, with out saying a word, picked it up as he glared at Jake. Jake angrily growled and slapped the horse out again, “Are you cray-cray in the bray-bray? What if that horse eats your chest? It might eat your heart!”
          Finn sneers, speaking in a dangerous voice “I'll just have to risk it!” grabs the horse before it could pick itself up and tosses it up to the next floor. Francis, lands on it's back, again.
          “Yeah! You showed that man-eating horse!” Finn and Jake high-five. They begin to hear wailing upstairs. Jake sighs, “It's that horse, isn't it?”
          Finn cautiously looks out from the ladder hole to see the pony with it's face buried in it's hooves, crying profusely.
          Finn looks down to Jake, “Yep. It's the horse alright.”
          Jake yells from below “Get out of here! What else do you want?!”
          “I don't know how to get home! I'm hungry! I'm tired! I don't know what you want from me! Please! I'm tired! I'm! I'm hungry! I need to get home!” the horse continued to babble in sorrow.
          “Well why didn't you eat Finn's arm?!” Jake yelled from below. The horse responded by crying harder and louder. Finn continues up the ladder until Jake pulls him down. “Hey! No way are we just dilly dallying around the house with a predatory pony up there. We're sitting right where we are until the it leaves.”
          A little while after, the crying dies down. Finn peeks out from the hole to see the horse trying to catch it's breath. Finn whispers to Jake, who has simply sat and scowled the entire time, “It's still here, Jake.”
          “Get out of our house!” Jake yells from below.
          The horse jumps up and dashes for the door, attempting to open the door knob with it's hooves. It slumps to the ground and speaks as loud as it could “I've done nothing to you! Please! Let me out!”
          Finn looked at the horse. It was too weak to move up a ladder. Too weak to open a door. Too weak to even run a short distance with out tiring out. Finn walks up to the scared horse sits down and presents his leg. “Eat up, but not a lot, okay? I walk with that leg.”
          Francis looked at Finn, “I don't eat that! Why would I eat your leg?”
          “Hey, chest is off limits, I need that to live. Sorry.”
          “No! I mean, I don't eat legs, arms or chests! I don't eat you!” The horse notices Jake peering out from the hole, “and I don't eat what ever you are!” Both Finn and Jake stood dumbfounded as the horse continued. “I eat grass! And flowers! And fruits!”
          Jake scoffs “Ha! Prove it!” he reluctantly presents his paw to the horse.
          “What? I just said,” the horse watches as the paw transforms into an apple. The horse let's out an ear piercing scream.
          “Jake! Get an apple! Get an apple!” Finn desperately covers his ears.
          “I'm tryin'! I'm tryin'!” Jake attempts to let go of his ear to reach for an apple “No shoulder! I have no shoulders!” Jake yells in frustration. Out of pure inspiration, and laziness, Jake stretches his left shoulder across both of his ears and casually walks to the pantry.
          Francis open's it's eyes to a giant, juicy red apple. It yanks it out of Jake's hand and devours it.
          “Huh, so Francis wasn't lying.” Jake begins to head upstairs, “Whelp, good luck getting' home.” Finn scowls at Jake. “Ha, just kiddin'. It's really late though. We can take Francis home tomorrow.”
          Finn watches as the pony begins foraging for more food in the pantry. “Yeah,” the windows were a pitch black, “probably a good idea. You just eat as much as you want, little guy. We'll be asleep upstairs and we'll take you home tomorrow.”
          The horse didn't respond, but tears were rolling from it's eyes as it ate.

          In the morning, the pony was sleeping on the couch. Francis woke up to the smell of fire and smoke. It noticed Jake cooking at a stove. Francis crept from the couch, behind Jake and into a dining room booth. The pony jumps as a voice greets it.
          “S'up?” Finn was waiting at the table already.
          “Uh, hi.” Francis, not sure of whether to think of it's caretakers as dumb or just jerks, simply sat.
          Finn starts drumming on the table. Unsure of what to say to ease the pony's mind.
          “Hey Finn,” Jake calls out while tending to breakfast “under no circumstances will you tell that horse the it's friends have probably left. Or died. I don't remember which one it was. There's a lot of horse towns out there and Lady's got horn on the topic, if you know what I mean?” Jake had said this entire sentence aloud while finishing the breakfast, placing it on to three plates, and with out pausing, placed each plate in front of the diners. Jake began eating. Francis sat, staring off, speechless. Finn and Jake both look at the horse. Jake resumes eating, speaking between bites, “Eat it. It's gonna get cold.”
          Finn looked at Jake, “Guess Francis doesn't like eggs.”
          “Oh yeah, forgot” Jake stretches an arm out the window and grabs a pawful of grass. Dumping it on the plate of eggs in front of Francis, “There you go. Eat up.”
          “They're gone?” Francis asked.
          “Uh, Er. Um.” Jake looks around nervously then sternly yells “Eat your breakfast!” before finishing his breakfast with a frown and stifled sobs. Before Finn could ask, Jake bolted out of the room.
          Finn clears his throat, “well, uh.” Francis was still staring at nothing “well, there's plenty of horse towns. Maybe yours is still there? Maybe a different horse town moved or disappeared or, uh.” Finn sat for a minute before yelling out to Jake “Can we go now?”
          Jake came out, sobbing, “I don't want you to see me cry, Finn, but I just can't help it! This is exactly what could've, may have, happened if my pups hadn't grown so fast! They'd be lost and alone and scared and, and”
          “Whoa, Jake, it's alright. It's alright.”
          Jake sniffs “I guess I didn't really care if Francis would've eaten us. C'mon Finn, let's try to get Francis home.
          Francis, meanwhile, came to a little bit, and never bothered to correct them on her name as they made their way out.

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          “Sooo, you think we can call Lady now?” Finn asked as he threw a rock.
          “Why are you so interested in Lady, Finn?” Jake picked up a boulder and flung it. Nearly missing a gnome in the distance. “Er, uh.” The gnome shook its fist before the boulder rolled on top of it.
          “Wait, what?” Finn grabbed another rock and flung it with out looking, nearly hitting a fox sitting below a sign. The rock ricocheted back and knocked out the sign, which in turn killed the fox, “Uh.”
          Jake stood silent, watching as the fox's body let out it's last bit of confused spasms. Francis jaw dropped, nervously looking at its new companions. Finn sat on the ground after the uncertainty of what happened.
          “Why did you do that?” Francis' face was of melancholy.
          Jake consoled Finn, “Hey, Finn, I'm pretty sure that fox did something bad, y'know?” Jake moved his paw to grab another rock. “Uh,” Jake shrunk down and found a more fitting, smaller rock. Jake choked as he spoke “Just bad luck, y'know Finn?” Jake's eyes were watering up as he threw his small rock, which whiffed above the sign and into the trees behind it. Finn and Jake both paid attention. A moment later, the sounds of breaking branches could be heard. Straining trees as they fell. A scream rang out and a tiny horse, similar to Francis, ran out.
          Francis didn't immediately recognize the pony until it blindly ran into Finn. At which point the pony saw Finn and immediately ran away. “Tiara!”, Francis called out. The light pink pony stopped, frantically looking for the caller. “Diamond Tiara!” Francis hesitantly waved to the pony.
          The pony ignored Francis and began frantically calling out, “Cheerilee! Cheerilee!”
          Francis ran up to Tiara “Where's Cheerilee?”
          “You dumb pony! If I knew where she was I wouldn't be calling for her, would I?” Tiara began calling out again.
          “Were you just with her?” Francis' question went unanswered as the pony continued calling. Francis grabbed the pony's face and shoved it into her own, locking eyes “I said were you just WITH Cheerilee?”
          Tiara stood silent, taken aback of new found Francis' aggression.
          Jake walked over and  comforted Francis with a paw, “Go a little easy on her, eh Francis? She's just as-”
          “It's not Francis! It's Scootaloo! Scoot-a-loo!” Francis, Scootaloo that is, brushed off the paw and continued asking Tiara.
          “Crooked rock” Tiara took off, speaking to herself “crooked rock by the crook! Crooked rock by the crook!”
          Scootaloo and the others gave chase. Through dense woods, brush, they kept track of Diamond Tiara, who finally stopped at creek. A sapling was growing from a fallen tree. Past the creek were two crooked rocks. One of them had half of a horse statue coming out of it's center. Diamond Tiara stared at it.
          Scootaloo took notice. The statue looked surprising similar to her teacher, Cheerilee. Scootaloo sat and asked aloud “Town! Where's the town?”
          Finn and Jake both heard rustling in the bushes. “Another Francis?” Jake said as the creature came out of the bushes. A chicken came out. “Oh, it's a chicken. A chicken with a snake body.” Jake looked back at the chicken snake, which stared back with glowing red eyes. “I kind of feel funny.”
          “Yeah, I do too.” Finn looked at Jake, whose body was turning to stone. “Jake!”
          “Finn!” Jake attempted to move, jumping as fast as he could toward the snake chicken “Stop that right now weird chicken!”
          Scootaloo turned to see the commotion. Panicking the moment she saw the cockatrice, she backed away, watching as her companions struggled, the stone crept up their bodies. Putting her hooves forward, Scootaloo braced for impact as she charged, and rammed the cockatrice away, the monster hit its head on a tree trunk and laid still. Finn and Jake's bodies returned to normal.
          Diamond Tiara began screaming as hard as she could. The statue half pertruding from a rack was a victim from the cockatrice. And something else. Scootaloo stared. Motionless. It was her teacher, Cheerilee.
          Cheerilee flopped to the ground, looking for the cockatrice in panic. She noticed Scootaloo, Diamond Tiara. She attempted to move, but stopped. She knew something was wrong. Cheerilee closed her eyes after she saw her missing rear. She began repeating to herself. “Diamond Tiara and Scootaloo are okay.” Finn wretched. Jake didn't hesitate. Racing to check the damage, Jake closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He grew and picked up the horse, finn and the two ponies.
          Across a field of trees, a mournful, choking siren could be heard.

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          “If I move the globmore to here,” Princess Bubblegum was steady on an experiment, it wasn't going too well. Or was it? “Control A, B, C” PB looked over the possibilities. “Ramshut goes that way. Or this way.” PB lifted a condensing tube. She looked over her notes. A small, walking, butter mint strolled from it's spot, which PB would put back in place with out looking. “What was I doing?” Bubblegum looked over her set up. “That's wrong.” She walked around the table and removed a flask. “So is that.” She began calibrating a caliper. After an hour of whistling, Princess Bubblegum placed the caliper on the island. She bent down and opened a cabinet door that was ajar. “What's this?” She began looking over her notes, frantically. “No, this can't be!” she took the butter mint and escorted it to the door. She looked over the paper, which was the results of the tests she was performing. She looked up as if she had a profound moment. “Now I remember!”
          Princess Bubblegum sat in a chair with a tea cup in hand in the study. Thumbing through a book. “Ouch! Stupid paper.” She held her thumb as she got up. As she entered the hallway a stretcher stopped in front of her. On it was a magenta horse. Princess Bubblegum was speechless as the nurse pleaded for her expertise.
          As the stretcher made way to PB's emergency lab, the horse simply looked at the princess, as if she knew if she didn't make it, everything would still be alright.

          Up in the emergency ward, Finn, Jake, and two ponies watched as a tiny butter mint casually walked across the doorway. Diamond Tiara looked at Jake “Is Cheerilee going to be alright?”
          Jake tried to not make eye contact “Yes?”
          The pony laid down, “Please be alright, Ms. Cheerilee.”
          “SHUT UP!!” Scootaloo walked over as Tiara looked at her in amazement. “You never care about any pony but yourself! You wouldn't care if Cheerilee died! You'd care that she died if it meant she'd get us back home!” Scootaloo promptly walked out, heading the direction the stretcher took. A walking peppermint candy dressed as a butler attempted to send her back. Scootaloo bit the candy butler on the arm and began shaking it violently before letting go and running down the hall. In the ward, Tiara was screaming, crying and shouting.
          Scootaloo found the nurse that left with Cheerilee. “Is she going to be alright?”
          “It's out of my hands now, dear. Please wait with the others.”
          “No! They've been horrible! Everything has been horrible!”
          “What did they do?” the horse kicked the wall in response and laid down, tears rolling. “What did they do?” the nurse asked again.
          “None of them are my friends! None of them even think for a second about what's going on!” the pony huffed.
          “Then why are you here?”
          “Because,” Scootaloo looked away, in embarrassment, in anger, in self-loathing and in regret and muttered, “because we couldn't find home.”

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