User blog:Gilbert Beildschmidt/~~ Dark Colors - A 2p!Adventure Time Fan-fic ~~

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'''NOTE: 2p!Finn is quieter than 1p!Finn. He doesn't talk with a slang either. He's almost like the "Silent, but deadly" type. Not referring to farts. Also, 2p!Jake is ... very, very rude. So is 2p!Finn. xD ~Prussia'''===== **2p!Finn's veiw**

Exhaustion overwhelmed me as I slid my pack to the floor. Sweat trickled down my forhead and drenched my dark T-Shirt. Killing is tiring. Especially if you are trying to kill someone who is hard to catch for 5-6 hours.

Midnight was nearing when I returned to the Fort. Moonlight shone through the window, painting the wooden floor boards silver. I'm not fond of ... pretty things. So I looked away.

I was aching to go to bed. But I figured I had better wash up first and get the bloodstains off my clothes. Or else Jake will say I "stank up the room with my odor."

I headed upstairs into the bathroom. Leaning over the sink, I splashed cold water on my face and tried to scrub out all the bloodstains. I'll wash the shirt after.

The cold water felt good on my hot face. After a couple more splashes, I looked up. What I saw actually scared me. Not many things scare me, but this did.

It was me ... but not me. It looked like me. A lot. Staring back at me was a boy who was probably my age, with the exact same height and features. But ... he still didn't quite look like me.

Instead of silver hair, purple-red eyes, a necklace with a bear tooth, and a black T-shirt on, he had blone hair, blue eyes, a hat I think was made of bear skin, and a pale blue T-shirt. He was also slightly less muscular than I was.

But ... he looks so much like me. I felt my heart start to pound in my chest, but I wish it wouldn't. I don't want to show any weakness ... but this was still freaking me out.

I backed away from the mirror, seeing the other "me" do the same. I wondered if someone was playing a joke on me. If they were, I'd give them a nice blade in their neck as their next birthday gift.