Pictures of You
It's a dark and rainy night. The prince of Candy Kingdom is getting ready for bed, stripping himself of his royal gowns and slowly pulling on his large black t-shirt he likes to wear to sleep. All the lights in his kingdom are off. Everyone dreams quietly as the powerful storm rages on outside.
Gumball vaguely wonders if he'll see Marshall Lee tonight. The Vampire King had been visiting for the past few nights. He'd sit on Gumball's bed and the two royals would spend all night talking until either the sun came up, or Gumball fell asleep.
He lays down, facing his balcony window, and hopes for his king to visit him. Gumball's eyes slowly drift closed, as he waits for the tapping of slightly-sharp nails on glass to awake him, as usual.
Except tonight, there's no tapping.
Tonight, Gumball didn't wake until morning.
Tonight, Marshall Lee never showed up.
He shouldn't be worrying like his is. He really shouldn't. Marshall Lee is his own person- er, vampire, who's allowed to do his own things. If he didn't want to visit that night, that should be okay. But it's not okay.
Not to Gumball. His candy mind kept racing back to the last time he saw Marshall. Did he say something wrong? Did he hurt Marshall's feelings? Was he mad at him?
The prince can't focus on any of his work. He kept glancing out the windows, looking for any signs of the vampire.
There was none.
Gumball sighs in a very un-princely manner. Its only noon, and Gumball can't take it anymore. He has to know what's wrong with Marshall.
Although it goes against everything he's every really stood for, Gumball decides to sneak out. He writes an excuse on his desk:
Fiona wanted me to come by and help her with the something.
It's a very vague and pathetic excuse, he knows. But the prince is too busy focusing on Marshall to come up with another.
Without another thought, the prince snuck out of his own castle, and convinced Lord Monochromicorn to take him to the cave where Marshall lives.
Hopping off the unicorn, Prince Gumball slowly made his way to the house deep inside the darkness of the cave. Gumball had only been there once, when Marshall dragged him there.
Running a hand across the white-picket fence, the candy man laughed to himself a little. It's kind of cute that the outside of Marshall's home looks nothing like something from the Nightosphere.
Gumball confidently steps up on the front porch. And suddenly, his heart starts pounding. He's not sure if he can do this. He can just turn and run; Marshall will never know.
Gumball's mind stops working, as minds usually do when a person panics, and he thinks Marshall didn't show up on purpose last night.
He hates me.
He doesn't want to see me again.
It's all my fault!
He's going to never speak to me!
This was a mistake to come here!
Finally, Gumball closes his eyes, holds up his breath, and raises his hand to knock.
I can't write in anything but past tense. ;-; anyway, the house i described is from Hootsweet's "I Never Said You Had To Be Perfect", which is brilliant but unfinished.