Marshall Lee was known for filling the night with his songs: songs of horror and sorrow and loss. You see, for a thousand years, the vampire king had resided in the land of Ooo. He had seen things no one would ever have the chance of seeing. He had loved people who were now passed on. It wasn't really a surprise- at least not to himself- that he chose to shove people away. He'd put on his bad boy facade and pretty much be… well… a bad boy.
Unfortunately, Marshall noticed that he was developing feelings for a certain pink prince. Try as he might, he could not suppress the growing urge to grab Prince Gumball and press his lips against the prince's. He couldn't help it. Everything Gumball did was so globbing cute.
Just the other day, Marshall had floated in on the prince while he was baking. The pink boy was humming and swinging his hips while he moved about the kitchen. It'd taken the vampire a moment to realize that it was one of his songs. The thought alone made the king's dead heart want to beat.
"Globit, Gummy!" Marshall shouted one night after he'd gotten off the phone with the prince himself, "How can you do this to me?"
He threw his axe bass onto his bed and collapsed next to it. With a sigh, he rolled over, mindlessly plucking the strings. He'd wanted to right Gumball a song for days now, but he refused to let himself. He could not fall for another mortal. He'd only end up with a broken heart.
With a glance at the clock, Marshall decided it was safe to go outside now. He grabbed the strap of his bass and swung it over his shoulders. He had a gig at LSP's just after sunset. The lumpy purple prince would throw a tantrum if he didn't show.
Just as Marshall was about to exit the building, the lyrics hit him, strong and clear. The lyrics for Gumball. He quickly grabbed a notebook and wrote down the words. Screw being on time to LSP's party. He would be fashionably late, but with a new song. That's better than being on time empty handed, right?
Within the hour, he had the entire song composed and was ready to leave. He flew as fast as he could through the woods, dodging branches, but at this speed, it was difficult to move out of the way in time. He cursed as a tree scraped his arm. He glanced down at it to access the damage.
That was his mistake.
Before Marshall could react, a tree seemed to loom out of no where, pointed branch angled right towards his chest.
"Prince Gumball!"
The pink prince glanced up when he heard his name, "LSP, what's wrong?"
The lumpy space prince was almost in tears, "My party is a complete disaster all thanks to Marshall Lee!"
"What did he do?" Gumball put a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"He was suppose to be here an hour ago! He was the only entertainment I had!" LSP shouted.
"Now, I'm sure he has a good reason for being late."
"He's just trying to ruin my life!"
"There must be a perfectly logical explana-" Gumball was cut off by a scream. It was a scream of immense pain, of someone dying.
"Oh my glob, what was that?" LSP looked in the direction of the scream. Gumball was already running that way.
"Lord!" He shouted.
Lord Monochromicorn flew close enough for the pink prince to jump on, and they raced towards the thing that had produced such a pained sound.
The scream came again, and Lord veered to the left, landing in a clearing. Gumball leapt off and sprinted into the woods. The sight before him made the prince pale.
Marshall had been impaled by a considerably large, considerably sharp branch. The impact must've knocked his bass off because it was lying on the ground, out of reach of the struggling vampire. Marshall had both hands planted firmly on the branch and was desperately trying to push himself free. He shouted again as the tree limb moved inside of him.
"Marshall. Don't do that." Prince Gumball hurried forward. The vampire jumped, startled by the prince, and then groaned in agony.
When the vampire king glanced over at Gumball, he looked more frightened than relieved. Well, he looked like he was about to pass out more than anything.
"Gummy…" He moaned weakly, eyes slowly closing, "Help me…"
I have come to the horrible realization that I am addicted to writing heart wrenching stories.
I don't know.
Maybe this is how I deal with my depression... by depressing other people...
I bet you guys all hate me now.
Just wait til the Malec one. I almost cried writing it...
Hehe. So yeah.
Enjoy, my sandwiches
~A
