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Chapter 2: Reunited with Betty

"Betty" whispered Simon.

The woman walked towards him "Sorry I came here like this, it's just that I'm looking for Simon Petrikov"

"I… I don't think you should look anymore"

"Is he?… oh no" Betty's eyes dampened but she tried to hold her grief.

Simon felt a knot on his throat; he didn't know what to think. What the woman he had been looking for was right there, the woman he missed dearly. And now he knows she missed him too, but him… he looked so different she couldn't recognize him.

Simon stood there frozen, feeling afraid of telling her the truth "Would she believe me? Does she even deserve to know about this?" he thought.

"Maybe I should leave, excuse me for the inconvenience sir" said the woman.

"Simon, what's wrong? Who's that lady?"

Betty turned her back and glanced at the older man and the little girl.

"Your name is Simon? Simon Petrikov? And is that what you carry a golden crown?"

"He is, and duh" replied Marceline.

Simon looked down and glared at the demon child "Marceline" he said with angry confusion.

The little girl pouted and hid behind the older man.

Her body was shivering, something was wrong… off. Betty took a big breath and began to express what she thought "I'm beginning to get confused! People say your name is Simon and you carry a crown! Your surname is Petrikov! I could just think this was a coincidence and leave, but you wanted me to stop looking for Simon Petrikov. What's going on here!?"

"Betty… I…" Simon froze, he couldn't finish that sentence, he couldn't tell her, and he didn't feel he could. Simon felt his eyes dampen.

"What did you do to him?! Where is Simon!?"

"I didn't do anything, I'm fine… fine" he said in a sob.

Betty covered her mouth in horror, he muffled voice yelled "No, it can't be… what are you trying to say?"

"It's me, Simon… and you are my princess" he said as a tear traveled down his cheek.

Betty fell onto her knees and broke in tears; Simon walked towards the redhead and kneeled to look at her. "You know it's me"

She stared at his face "What happened to you?" she asked with tears.

He tried to hold his own tears and tried to clear his throat, trying his best to not burst in tears himself "The crown I wear at my belt, it cursed me, that's why I don't look like I used to and it-"

"The crown is what made you do those horrible things?" she interrupted him.

Simon nodded with grief.

She tried to stand up; Simon noticed and held her hand to help Betty stand up. The woman shivered when she felt the cold of Simon's hand on her wrist. "Are you alright?" he asked.

The redhead nodded, but Simon knew his cold was making Betty uncomfortable, so he let go of her wrist.

"Simon, this is too much to process"

"I know, I felt the same when this started"

Marceline then walked and stood in between them "Simon, who is this lady? Is she your princess?"

"Yes, I'm her princess"

Marcy smiled to her "Simon told me he missed you a lot, I'm glad you found him"

"Really? He told you that?"

"I did, Marcy is the only company I've had since this all started-"Marcy interrupted Simon with a hug "She needs me"

Betty stared at the little, girl whom clung to her fiancé's leg "Is she lost? Where are her parents, Simon?"

"Maybe we should talk about this later"

Betty nodded.

The antiquarian played with the little girl and Betty just watched them and thought "Simon is really good with kids, maybe… maybe he could have been a good dad, wait… no, he really is a good dad"

The little girl ran from the antiquarian in their game of tag, she ran around the camp with Simon trying to catch her… but she suddenly stopped; Marcy rubbed her eyes and yawned. Simon carried her and asked "Are you tired, Marcy?"

"I think so"

"Let me tuck you into bed" he said.

Simon placed the girl in the sheets and handed the plush doll she always carried, he gently caressed her head and told her "Sleep well"

"Thank you, Simon" replied the toddler.

Simon stood up and walked towards Betty.

"You are really good with kids, you know?"

"Uh, you think so?"

Betty nodded.

The archaeologist scratched his head a bit and swung his feet nervously "Betty… I think we have to talk about all this"

Betty's eyes went wide and she muttered nervously "You think this is the right place?"

"Marceline is asleep…"

"Yes, but what if she wakes up? I'd rather not upset her with our problems"

"You are right, Betty"

Simon invited her with a smile "How about we take a walk to the woods?"

Betty held his hand "That would be nice"

Simon bit his lip and replied "I guess so"

Both of them took a walk to the woods, the area was intact from the war. It seemed to be the remains of the local park, but the plant life overgrew the place.

"Simon?"

"Yes, Betty?"

She smiled nervously "Now that we are here, you should tell me… everything"

"I definitely should, I'm just not sure how to explain all this" he said with a worried tone.

Betty shook her head "You don't need to be sure, just tell me"

He took a big breath and began to explain "The crown in my belt, it's cursed"

Betty nodded.

"It made my appearance, my whole body change into what you see… the crown grants me control over ice and snow"

"You can create ice?"

"Yes, it's powerful magic… but the crown, it talks to me"

"What? It talks to you?!" she said beginning to feel scared.

Simon felt a knot on his throat; he then gulped as he tried to figure out how to explain that to Betty.

"It offers me the power, it's true… I swear"

Betty felt she had to ask "I believe you, but why don't you get rid of the crown?"

"I've tried so many times, but it keeps coming back to me"

"What?!"

"I tried abandoning it! I buried it in a deserted route, but as soon I as I came back home, the crown was there"

"Good Lord!" she gasped. "Did you try destroying it?"

"Oh God, I did"

"What did you try?"

"I tried running over the crown with the car"

Betty covered her mouth in horror.

"I don't know what do"

"Simon, I'm sorry"

"About what?" he asked.

Betty nervously bit her lip, and took a big breath "Leaving you… when you needed me the most"

Simon stepped closer to her "No, Betty… It's OK"

"No… it's not OK, I left you alone with this!" she said with teary eyes.

Betty suddenly wrapped her arms around him. Simon was surprised by this, but at the same time he wanted to break the hug "No, Betty… don't"

"Why not?"

"I'm cold"

"I don't care" she said as she wrapped her arms tightly around him.

Simon felt her warmth and her soft hair, pressing against him. He couldn't help but to hug her back.

"Betty, I really missed you"

Betty felt his cold breath, his entire body was cold. Betty let go of him and stared at him directly into his eyes. Even though their color had changed from hazel to light blue, almost white, she could still tell they were his eyes. Simon blushed slightly; his fiancé's hand was traveling his face and her fingers played with his hair.

"No, Betty… I don't want you to touch this face"

"Don't say that" she said, and then again embraced him.

Simon returned the hug. Suddenly the redhead rushed to pull his collar to have his face closer to her."Betty!" he cried out.

Her lips met with his, felt the warmth travel his face and made his chest feel like it was empty but it was getting filled, somehow. He returned the kiss, very passionately.

He embraced Betty tighter and began to caress her back, but then a reminder of what he was came.

Simon broke the kiss and stepped behind. "No Betty, I can't"

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Chapter 2: Reunited with Betty

"Betty" whispered Simon.

The woman walked towards him "Sorry I came here like this, it's just that I'm looking for Simon Petrikov"

"I… I don't think you should look anymore"

"Is he?… oh no" Betty's eyes dampened but she tried to hold her grief.

Simon felt a knot on his throat; he didn't know what to think. What the woman he had been looking for was right there, the woman he missed dearly. And now he knows she missed him too, but him… he looked so different she couldn't recognize him.

Simon stood there frozen, feeling afraid of telling her the truth "Would she believe me? Does she even deserve to know about this?" he thought.

"Maybe I should leave, excuse me for the inconvenience sir" said the woman.

"Simon, what's wrong? Who's that lady?"

Betty turned her back and glanced at the older man and the little girl.

"Your name is Simon? Simon Petrikov? And is that what you carry a golden crown?"

"He is, and duh" replied Marceline.

Simon looked down and glared at the demon child "Marceline" he said with angry confusion.

The little girl pouted and hid behind the older man.

Her body was shivering, something was wrong… off. Betty took a big breath and began to express what she thought "I'm beginning to get confused! People say your name is Simon and you carry a crown! Your surname is Petrikov! I could just think this was a coincidence and leave, but you wanted me to stop looking for Simon Petrikov. What's going on here!?"

"Betty… I…" Simon froze, he couldn't finish that sentence, he couldn't tell her, and he didn't feel he could. Simon felt his eyes dampen.

"What did you do to him?! Where is Simon!?"

"I didn't do anything, I'm fine… fine" he said in a sob.

Betty covered her mouth in horror, he muffled voice yelled "No, it can't be… what are you trying to say?"

"It's me, Simon… and you are my princess" he said as a tear traveled down his cheek.

Betty fell onto her knees and broke in tears; Simon walked towards the redhead and kneeled to look at her. "You know it's me"

She stared at his face "What happened to you?" she asked with tears.

He tried to hold his own tears and tried to clear his throat, trying his best to not burst in tears himself "The crown I wear at my belt, it cursed me, that's why I don't look like I used to and it-"

"The crown is what made you do those horrible things?" she interrupted him.

Simon nodded with grief.

She tried to stand up; Simon noticed and held her hand to help Betty stand up. The woman shivered when she felt the cold of Simon's hand on her wrist. "Are you alright?" he asked.

The redhead nodded, but Simon knew his cold was making Betty uncomfortable, so he let go of her wrist.

"Simon, this is too much to process"

"I know, I felt the same when this started"

Marceline then walked and stood in between them "Simon, who is this lady? Is she your princess?"

"Yes, I'm her princess"

Marcy smiled to her "Simon told me he missed you a lot, I'm glad you found him"

"Really? He told you that?"

"I did, Marcy is the only company I've had since this all started-"Marcy interrupted Simon with a hug "She needs me"

Betty stared at the little, girl whom clung to her fiancé's leg "Is she lost? Where are her parents, Simon?"

"Maybe we should talk about this later"

Betty nodded.

The antiquarian played with the little girl and Betty just watched them and thought "Simon is really good with kids, maybe… maybe he could have been a good dad, wait… no, he really is a good dad"

The little girl ran from the antiquarian in their game of tag, she ran around the camp with Simon trying to catch her… but she suddenly stopped; Marcy rubbed her eyes and yawned. Simon carried her and asked "Are you tired, Marcy?"

"I think so"

"Let me tuck you into bed" he said.

Simon placed the girl in the sheets and handed the plush doll she always carried, he gently caressed her head and told her "Sleep well"

"Thank you, Simon" replied the toddler.

Simon stood up and walked towards Betty.

"You are really good with kids, you know?"

"Uh, you think so?"

Betty nodded.

The archaeologist scratched his head a bit and swung his feet nervously "Betty… I think we have to talk about all this"

Betty's eyes went wide and she muttered nervously "You think this is the right place?"

"Marceline is asleep…"

"Yes, but what if she wakes up? I'd rather not upset her with our problems"

"You are right, Betty"

Simon invited her with a smile "How about we take a walk to the woods?"

Betty held his hand "That would be nice"

Simon bit his lip and replied "I guess so"

Both of them took a walk to the woods, the area was intact from the war. It seemed to be the remains of the local park, but the plant life overgrew the place.

"Simon?"

"Yes, Betty?"

She smiled nervously "Now that we are here, you should tell me… everything"

"I definitely should, I'm just not sure how to explain all this" he said with a worried tone.

Betty shook her head "You don't need to be sure, just tell me"

He took a big breath and began to explain "The crown in my belt, it's cursed"

Betty nodded.

"It made my appearance, my whole body change into what you see… the crown grants me control over ice and snow"

"You can create ice?"

"Yes, it's powerful magic… but the crown, it talks to me"

"What? It talks to you?!" she said beginning to feel scared.

Simon felt a knot on his throat; he then gulped as he tried to figure out how to explain that to Betty.

"It offers me the power, it's true… I swear"

Betty felt she had to ask "I believe you, but why don't you get rid of the crown?"

"I've tried so many times, but it keeps coming back to me"

"What?!"

"I tried abandoning it! I buried it in a deserted route, but as soon I as I came back home, the crown was there"

"Good Lord!" she gasped. "Did you try destroying it?"

"Oh God, I did"

"What did you try?"

"I tried running over the crown with the car"

Betty covered her mouth in horror.

"I don't know what do"

"Simon, I'm sorry"

"About what?" he asked.

Betty nervously bit her lip, and took a big breath "Leaving you… when you needed me the most"

Simon stepped closer to her "No, Betty… It's OK"

"No… it's not OK, I left you alone with this!" she said with teary eyes.

Betty suddenly wrapped her arms around him. Simon was surprised by this, but at the same time he wanted to break the hug "No, Betty… don't"

"Why not?"

"I'm cold"

"I don't care" she said as she wrapped her arms tightly around him.

Simon felt her warmth and her soft hair, pressing against him. He couldn't help but to hug her back.

"Betty, I really missed you"

Betty felt his cold breath, his entire body was cold. Betty let go of him and stared at him directly into his eyes. Even though their color had changed from hazel to light blue, almost white, she could still tell they were his eyes. Simon blushed slightly; his fiancé's hand was traveling his face and her fingers played with his hair.

"No, Betty… I don't want you to touch this face"

"Don't say that" she said, and then again embraced him.

Simon returned the hug. Suddenly the redhead rushed to pull his collar to have his face closer to her."Betty!" he cried out.

Her lips met with his, felt the warmth travel his face and made his chest feel like it was empty but it was getting filled, somehow. He returned the kiss, very passionately.

He embraced Betty tighter and began to caress her back, but then a reminder of what he was came.

Simon broke the kiss and stepped behind. "No Betty, I can't"