Simon rarely ate these days, so now his face was gaunt. That, along with his sickly, greyish-blue complexion, made him look like a corpse. His thin face also made his milky white eyes and the long, grotesque nose stand out even more. His hair was now almost completely gray, no longer showing any hint of the dark brown it used to be. It framed his face like a dreary curtain. He had long given up on taming it, just as he had his beard. His hair grew at an unnatural rate, and by now, no matter how often he shaved and cut it, it was hopeless. Even his teeth were different; weeks ago, he lost each tooth one by one, and they were replaced by longer, pointed, shark-like teeth.
As much as it pained him to say so, there was a part of Simon that was glad Betty left before she could see wh
Simon suddenly noticed something on his head. Confused, he reached up and felt the cold, familiar touch of metal: the crown. He didn’t remember ever putting it on, though. As he brought his hand down, however, he noticed it was smeared with something red. Simon stared at his hand, then realized that it was blood.
“Wh-what is this?” he gasped. “What happened?!” Simon examined his body, trying to find where the blood came from, but he didn’t seem to be wounded. He frantically looked around, but it was so dark that he couldn’t see very far in front of him.
“H-hello?” Simon called out. “Is a
After a moment the door creaked open, and Marceline, wearing a worn t-shirt several sizes too big for her, popped her head in. “It’s time to get up, sleepyhead! When are you gonna—”
Her face fell as she opened the door wider and saw what was inside. Simon sat on the floor against the wall, his arms wrapped around his knees. The crown sat atop his head, which was bowed. He didn’t seem to have heard Marceline calling for him.
Marceline bit her lower lip, her face filled with worry. She stood by the door, unsure of whether she should leave or not. In the past, Simon warned her against touching or talking to him when she saw him with the crown on. He’d hold off as long as he could, but after a couple of days he would be so tired and weak that he had to wear it, at least fo