Disclaimer: I do not own Adventure Time
A/N: Ended up writing something. It's sort of all over the place with random thoughts, sorry. A take on Bubblegum's creation, relationships and her rise to power. Slight Bubbline.
Born with a cruel fate?
If this was a fairytale that is surely what would be written. Too bad words like 'fate' don't mean much to me.
No. I would call it random chance.
It was chance that bequeathed spoiled genes to the mixture. After all, creating candy life had not yet been perfected at that time. And it was in that imperfection I was created. An unpleasant chemical soup is what I was pulled from.
A newly formed youth brought into a newly forming world.
All this was done in the attempt to create perfection, the perfect heir to rule when 'Mother' expired.
My creator chose gum, something perfectly soft, so as to mold the new being into what she deemed fit.
And she did.
Into the fragile, compliant girl she had hoped, pink and pretty.
Growing I was taught manners and how to use them. Various royal functions acted as a splendid practicing ground. They were not fun by any means, I'm fairly certain any youth would think so.
But there was no choice, I did not represent myself but all those candy monarchs before me.
Odd how the praise, of various Lords, Ladies, Princes, Princesses, Kings and Queens, gave me a sense of pride.
Had I really done anything but follow what I was told, what cause did that have for praise?
Give credit to Queen Mother Malt.
The years rolled on, uncounted. I was taught more than how to act properly in accordance to my post. There was also the mater of studies.
These were the years I would come to value most.
For in these books, the word truly began to make sense. Texts dating back to the Great War told of organisms long since passed. If it weren't for immortals to confirm these creatures they would have sunk into fantasy.
And what use is fantasy to me.
Science.
Under the guidance of Mother and all she had learned from her predecessors, I began to ask questions she had never thought to ask. And learned how to look for answers, finding them to be beyond what anyone could have ever dreamed.
Maybe science and fantasy can mix happily.
It was also during this time I gained a voice. For now I had things to say of value though mother thought otherwise.
And that was a hard battle. For her hold was that like a grand tree, routed deep. Feeling indebted, I faltered and followed her wishes.
It was unhealthy, to follower her blindly as I did. But with a feeling of powerlessness, I promised myself to never allow another's emotions to trap me.
After the passing of the Queen and many more years gone uncounted, I came to be greatly loved and respected by … most. They looked to me for something. I do not know what they found, but whatever it was it helped them stay strong and productive citizens of the CandyKingdom.
And wasn't that my job after all.
Many treated me as a child, mistaking my outward appearance for something deeper, something hidden.
I could see how purple bows and pink lace can be deceiving. Really on the inside, I believed myself wholeheartedly to be a monster.
Why?
Somewhere along the path of many years I had lost something, something comforting. And I did not know what that something was, for did I ever have it to begin with?
And with a sickening feeling I realized, even if I ever found that feeling.
What to do?
Now but you must be thinking: 'How does that make you a monster? After all, you're a princess, and that means happily ever after awaits.'
You must be.
And if you weren't, you are now.
I do not remember, ever taking comfort in another, never razed in contact and comfort. If I had been hugged or kissed that memory was so long passed that the memory became buried deep, irretrievable.
And thus it did not happen.
Funny how that works, something real can disappear in an instant. And sometimes something false can manifest instead.
I didn't think of such things as 'happily ever after' often. But ever once and a while, during a full moon or on calm dark evenings my mind would wonder. Thinking, wouldn't it be nice to have someone that cared for me deeply. A care as, if not more, intense than I do my citizens.
I researched poetry, song and literature only to find my affliction was common.
Of course, I have been told words of adoration and thanks. But somehow these words did nothing to ease the longing.
How to measure their validity after all?
The answer I had been seeking came with a vileness girl.
The first time I saw her was across a long table. It was the Grand Meeting of Ooo Royalty. She introduced herself as a Lady of the Nightosphere, filling in for her father.
Oh, I thought, how perfect. A fellow 'monster', I of mind and she of blood, she must understand what it is like.
Looking back, it was wrong of me to place my hopes on her.
She did not hesitate to talk to me when approached. We began to spend much time together and over time I began to realize.
She was not a monster.
Instead this scary vampire demon hybrid was as fragile as the purest gold and her heart, just as precious, as strong as a diamond.
We were an odd pair to see, both inversions of each other and ourselves.
And as time often does, it passed.
The first time she had cried in front of me I stood stunned. Because for and instant I saw an honest expression, a physical manifestation of longing. Longing for the same thing I had been. And she spoke words that made what was once hidden to me appear.
She did not know it and I would never admit it. But those tears had done something I had sworn to never let happen again.
They bound my heart.
Bringing about a new promise to my lips, "I will do everything in my power to see to it you never feel sad enough to cry again. If that is impossible, please at least allow me to hold you till they stop."