Huckleberry Finn Alternate Ending

Sometimes, when Finn was with the Ice King, he heard things. Hushed whispers, too quiet to be understood, just on the wrong side of comprehension. On the rare occasion they were intelligible, they didn’t really make sense. All they were was murmurings, mumbled phrases involving stuff like “the first king,” or “I missed you,” or “remember that thing with the lava dog? Good times,” or even “put me back on.” It was unnerving, to say the least. When he was younger, before he’d learnt about the whole Simon thing, Finn heard that last demand, and decided to go with it. You know, for a joke. He’d braced himself for anything, to be turned into a human popsicle, to suddenly grow a long-ass beard, and…. Absolutely nothing happened. Well, apart from the voices getting slightly louder, just for a moment. But even then they were completely unintelligible. That hadn’t been the reason Finn put it on, of course. As much of a wrinkly old nerd the Ice King was, he had to admit that his powers were pretty awesome, and he’d been itching to try them out. But he hadn’t even get a chance to test out the magic before Ice King had snatched it back, which, thinking
Finn had only known of the crown for a few years, ever since he and Jake started handling the whole kidnapping fandango. The whole time it had been owned by the Ice King. And yet, the slightest sliver of Finn felt like he was the one who owned it, and he’d just lost it for a long time, which didn’t make sense at all. Simon had had the crown since way, way, way before he was born. It was, to put it frankly, an absolutely stupid thought. Even so, occasionally he’d have to consciously remind himself that stealing was bad, no matter who it was from and how much they’d benefit from it, when he was around the