Fiona's words.

It seemed like forever since he had seen "The Human". He wasn't quite sure if he liked that.

The day started out as normally as it can get in the nightosphere. Fire there, a couple a demons there, same old, same old. Somehow today had played out a little differently. Today had been surprising.

Marshall strummed his bass to whatever melody his cold, grey fingers had wished to play. He was hardly paying attention to the accidental song being played from what he guessed was muscle memory. But frankly, he wasn't worried about anything else but what he saw today. Draped in a thick blanket of his dark bedroom, Marshall let his mind wander. The barrage of images flooding his brain almost hurt, but he didn't mind the pain, he was used to it. I thought humans were long gone? Surely this is a fake of some kind. I...I just cannot accept this. Marshall got up from his bed and put his beloved bass in his specially crafted case his father had made for him. Only the best for my favorite boy! And like that, the wretched scene plays out in his head for the millionth time. He had tried to stop, or at least slow it down, at least enough for him not to break down. Despite Marshall's mental protest, he stood feet planted on the ground while the memory played out.

Welcome home buddy! His dad said with a loving smile. He scooped Marshall up and hugged him close. How was school today? Marshall had been about 7 at the time, so he was small enough for his dad to pick him up with ease. I wrote to a song daddy! It comes with a picture! His dad picked the picture up to see it more clearly. It's great man! If you tell me how it goes, might just play it on my bass! His dad was always musical, maybe that's where Marshall got his love for the bass, but either way, he missed playing with him. Man Marshall thought, He was so much better than me. That thought brought at least a trace of a smile to Marshall's face, that is before it was completely washed away by the absolute tidal wave of sadness that washed over him in anticipation of he knew was going to come next. Daddy? Marshall asked, Daddy, why are you crying? The bombs can't hurt you! You're a vampire, just like us! Marshall had been so full of optimism; it was sort of silly looking back on it now. No. His dad had looked on his only son, with eyes so full of hurt, that even as young and naive as Marshall had been at the time, he knew something was wrong. Something was bad. No I'm not son. I can't survive this like you and mommy can. I'm afraid I won't be here much longer, buddy. His dad's voice broke on the last word. Despite what good feelings Marshall was possessing at the time; they instantly drained out of his body. What? Marshall had whispered through quivering lips, on the verge on tears. NO! YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME DADDY! NO! YOU'RE MINE! At this point, Marshall was breaking down on the floor, both in the memory and in the present. I'm so sorry son. His dad whispered with sad eyes. Just remember that I love you more than anything. Ok? Marshall nodded his head and wiped his nose on his sleeve, I promise daddy. Good. His dad stood up, took one last look at his son, and spoke the lasts words he would ever speak. I know you'll make me proud, son. And in the white-hot flash of light, his dad was gone. The bombs had taken him. As well most of Marshall's innocence with it. God damnit.

Ever since Marshall lost the most important person to him, he has never again even looked at a human. This has not been a very big problem for him, considering they were extinct. Well, I thought they were, anyways.

Wiping the tears away, Marshall floated in the air in a position like there was an invisible floating couch. His mind shifted back to "The Human". He had heard rumors about her, but always shrugged them off as just that. Rumors. He had to believe that, or else he might regain hope. The hope that maybe… maybe his dad was somehow re-obtainable. But today he saw the thing he feared most, with his own two eyes. Proof. He thought, Undeniable, stupid proof.

He had seen her at Prince Gumball's little ball thing. Funny, he was actually having a decent time. That is until she walked in. I could of sworn that my heart that has not beaten for at least… well, ever, pounded so hard in my chest. When they locked eyes, Marshall froze. What the hell? He wasn't ever NOT smooth around the ladies. Probably because this one…this one was beautiful. This one, was quite possibly the one for him. That smile that he wore for everyone every day, came to his face. But this time it was genuine. It was real. I've got to see her again… I think I'll track her down tomorrow. But right now, I need some sleep. Marshall floated off to bed and let his mind drift off into an anxious sleep.

Can't wait….

Hey guys, i thought i'd try my hand at FanFics. So I started with my favorite!

This is just the first chapter so show some love if you want more!

Signed,

Athexim