Free It Came From the Nightosphere by Laura Farrell Page A

stealing your soul,’ the Lord of Evil answered aloofly while he continued to try to suck Finn’s soul from his body.

    ‘Dad!’ Marceline screamed as she ran in between her dad and Finn, freeing Finn from her father’s evil clutches. ‘You always do stuff like this.’
    ‘Oh, Marceline, I never know what’s going to set you off,’ the Lord of Evil chuckled. Then he realised that Marceline was holding something. ‘Whoa! Is this the family axe?’ He roughly grabbed her guitar out of her hands.
    Marceline screamed as she watched him fiddle around with her most prized possession.
    ‘Did you turn it into some kind of lute?’ the Lord of Evil asked as he strummed the instrument.

    ‘Give it back and get out!’ Marceline ordered.
    ‘Okay, I’ll go,’ the Lord of Evil agreed with a shrug. ‘I’ve got business to attend to anyway. I’m sucking up all the souls in Ooo.’

    Finn screamed in horror as he listened to the Lord of Evil’s horrible threat. The sweet citizens of Ooo were in danger! And it was all because of him.
    ‘See you kids later!’ the Lord of Evil yelled cheerfully as if he had just been on a friendly visit. Then he disappeared with a diabolical laugh.
    Marceline cried as she watched her father take off with her guitar. Finn, too, cried, realising the magnitude of what he had done.
    ‘I’ve unleashed evil onto Ooo!’ Finn said breathlessly. ‘We’ve got to stop him, Marceline.’
    ‘Fine,’ Marceline agreed. Finn walked and Marceline floated out the door. ‘But I’m only coming with you to get my bass back.’

Marceline carried Finn as she flew over the peaceful Land of Ooo.
    ‘How do I kill this guy anyway?’ Finn asked.
    ‘Finn, you can’t kill my dad,’ Marceline answered.
    ‘Oh…I’m sorry… I didn’t mean…’ Finn stumbled over his words, realising right away that a lot of people think it’s weird when you talk about killing people.
    ‘No,’ Marceline sighed, rolling her eyes. ‘You literally can’t kill my dad. He’s deathless.’ Marceline often wondered why this was so difficult for people to understand.
    Meanwhile, the Lord of Evil had found his way to a group of Fluffy People who were playing a game.

    ‘Huh?’ one of the Fluffy People asked when he ran into the Lord of Evil. ‘Who the fluff are you?’
    ‘Um, well, I’m sure not the guy who’s going to suck out your soul,’ the Lord of Evil answered, trying to reassure the simple creature.
    ‘Good, ’cause that’s, like, my number-one fear,’ the Fluffy Person answered.
    ‘Really?’ the Lord of Evil asked with a wicked grin. ‘Well, I know a little exercise for that. Want to try it?’

    ‘Well…’ the Fluffy Person answered with some suspicion.
    ‘First, close your eyes,’ the Lord of Evil instructed.
    ‘Okay,’ the Fluffy Person answered, forgetting his feelings of distrust from just moments before.

    The Lord of Evil hit the trusting Fluffy Person on the head with the flat side of the axe-guitar.
    ‘Hey! You could have killed me!’ the Fluffy Person complained, rubbing his head.
    ‘Ah, but I didn’t,’ the Lord of Evil answered. ‘And now aren’t you thrilled just to be alive?’
    ‘Yeah, I guess. So what?’ the Fluffy Person answered.
    ‘So this next part will be all the more horrifying,’ the Lord of Evil told the confused citizen of Ooo.

    The Lord of Evil opened his mouth wide, revealing two tongues and huge, sharp fangs. Then he emitted the terrifying sucking sound.

    Finn yelled to Marceline while he pointed to the ground below. ‘A gathering of Fluffy People. Perhaps they’ve seen your father. Marceline, release the Finn bomb!’
    Marceline dropped Finn, catching him by his foot just before he collided with the ground. The Fluffy People were quaking, terrified of something.
    ‘They’re all freaked out,’ Finn said to Marceline.

    ‘It’s because they’re scared – of him,’ Marceline said, pointing at one of the Fluffy People and then grabbing him. The