**POV: Finn/Leo**

He suddenly awoke—or was he already awake? It felt as though he had just emerged from an endless dream, but he knew that what had happened was real. Yes, he was certain of that.

It was real: his death, meeting a powerful goddess, receiving wishes, and even his final reincarnation. All of it was indeed real.

His silence stemmed from the memories bombarding him. Memories from two different lives, two distinct perspectives merging to create something new—a brand new version of himself. He was like both Finn and Leo, yet still different.

He had memories of Leo: smart, nerdy, and a little awkward, and memories of Finn: brave, courageous, and witty. It was strange, yet somehow it felt just right as if a part of him that had been suppressed for the longest time had finally been set free. It was liberating. He felt light as if a sudden weight had been lifted from his metaphorical shoulders.

But who was he? Was he still Leo, the enigmatic genius from his previous world, or was he this new persona, Finn, the hero he knew he could become?

The answer came to him quickly—thankfully, he would rather not have a personality disorder. In this new world, such a condition could be dangerous; if he remembered correctly, the power of imagination was exceptionally strong here.

A wave of information engulfed him, explaining how his previous memories had been suppressed until this moment. This reincarnation was more like a merger of identities. Looking back, he could see how the young Finn had used Haki without realizing it and how emotional bursts sometimes led him to summon flames. He was thankful that the goddess had eased his worries before they even began.

So, did this mean he was somehow part of the current him's past lives? The analogy of the comet and the butterfly crossed his mind, and it made sense. "But how am I supposed to test such a thing?" Leo thought, wishing he could scratch his head in contemplation.

He let out a deep breath. His concern about possibly having killed an innocent soul to fulfill his own desires would have been heartbreaking and guilt-ridden. So, he felt a wave of relaxation wash over him. The slight turmoil dissipated within him. "Thank you, Goddess."

"Have fun," replied a voice he thought he would never hear again, and then it disappeared once more. "What a truly cheeky goddess," Leo thought, feeling a strange giddiness.

He began to think about his father, the old man who never failed to make him smile and laugh, even in death. He felt his spirits rise again. If only he could see him now—would he be proud? Would he be excited? Would he be jealous? "Hmmm," definitely. The old man had always had a soft spot for works of art with deep lore, and *Adventure Time* was one of those.

His heart warmed once again, and he decided.

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Yes, he was Finn now, but he was still Leo, no matter how confusing that felt. He could accept that. He could live with that fact.

"Finn Campbell, the hero of Ooo."

He chuckled. He liked the sound of that; it had a nice ring to it.

"Keep moving forward."

. . . . . . . . Adventure Time Finn was still trying to reorganize his thoughts, attempting to establish a timeline of his place in this enigmatic world. From what he could gather, not much had happened yet.

He was currently ten years old, and from his memory, the events of the show would start when he turned twelve. Was that a good thing? Maybe. He had more time to prepare, but the problem with that was that he didn’t know what happened during this period, and that was a bit worrying. Still, he believed he would manage.

If he had lived one life without knowing about the future, he could certainly live another.

From his memories, he recalled that he and Jake were already in their tree house, having moved away from their parents' house some time ago. Unfortunately, they moved due to the death of their dog's parents. Was it strange to have dog parents? Yes, very much so. Yet, with the acceptance of his new life, the accompanying emotions felt natural. The fact that they were talking dogs did complicate things a little.

Jake and he viewed this situation as an opportunity to kickstart their adventuring career, as well to cope with the loss of their dog parents. Fortunately, the tree house provided the perfect setting for their journey—an unexpected treasure they discovered while accompanying their dog dad, Joshua, on a walk. It all sounded odd now that he thought about it.

It did not feel wrong to consider them his parents; in his heart, it just felt right.

However, he and Jake had to leave their old apartment and Jermaine, which he now realized was rather selfish of them. Why, might you ask? He could remember that their father, Joshua, was a sort of demon hunter, or was he a detective? Either way, his job came with its fair share of problems.

For instance, Joshua had made many enemies in his line of work and had taken items or artifacts from several of these enemies. Now that he was gone, those enemies would undoubtedly want their belongings back. Whether through violence or with logic, Finn understood that those enemies were persistent and would haunt the old house, eager to retrieve their things.

This left Jermaine alone to handle everything. Living an isolated life, he was doing his best to preserve the legacy of their parents, and Finn saw that as a tragically lonely existence for someone he had shared a significant part of his life with. He was determined to prevent that.

No brother of his would have to endure such suffering, and perhaps he also wanted the items and artifacts left in that house. There was absolutely no reason to let them go to waste when they could be far more useful in his hands.

Finn recalled multiple artifacts he wished to possess—things he would need to research and events he wanted to prevent from occurring. It sounded troublesome when he pondered everything, but it was all right.

This was his second chance, his second life, and he wanted to live it as he pleased—to go on adventures, to love those he cared about, to live freely. Yet, he also knew that being reborn as he came with its own set of responsibilities, especially now that he was the promised hero. He accepted that; he would take on any challenge, confront any enemy, settle any dispute, and emerge victorious—as he had done in his previous life.

Thankfully, his goals before regaining his memories aligned with his current mindset, no matter how shameful the past Finn’s intentions had become. It remained a noble goal.

“To help anyone in need”—a truly selfless dream. A dream only he could achieve with his unbreakable will.

But to realize that dream, he needed to be the strongest, the smartest, the most cunning. A dream could not be achieved by merely sitting around and waiting for it to happen. No, he needed to train, work hard, and push himself to his limits. With that dedication, he was confident he could become the best, and with the wishes he would acquire, nothing could stand in his way!

Yes, it was Adventure Time!

Or at least, that’s what he wanted to shout out, but…

Why was his head covered?

Why did he feel that his body was wrapped in a tight seal, preventing him from moving?

And especially, why did his head hurt so much?

Was he ambushed or maybe kidnapped? Was this how his journey was going to end before it even started?

Why couldn’t he remember anything that had happened recently, as if his mind were clouded by a fog? Was it due to the pain from his head injury, or was he still feeling woozy from the merging of memories? He didn’t know.

Panic was rising within him, and as a just-reborn entity—perhaps due to his younger age and growing confusion—he did the most natural thing that came to him.

“JAKE!!!” His voice was muffled but still loud.

Wasn’t it natural for someone in need to seek help from the most reliable person nearby?

...............Adventure Time........................