My new attempt at Bubbline! Based off of the song by Avril Lavigne, Runaway. This will be pretty lengthy, and the title might not stay the same forever. It will be lengthy because most of it will be material from Marceline and The Scream Queens, just rewritten by me. Don't worry, I'm not going to ripoff the stories. There will be plenty of creative juices flowing. This is just how I thought it should've been, just with more Bubbline! It's gonna be pretty chill, so sit back, relax, grab yourself something red, and prepare yourself for something so mathematically mathematical, you'll soil yourself from apocalyptic excitement. (Break Free reference. No one? Alright.)

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"I can't believe it. A thousand years, and it's finally happening."

In a candy tree, not too far from the gates of the Candy Kingdom, was a tree house. Inside of the tree house was none other than the Vampire Queen herself, accompanied by her band. Marceline Abadeer, sexy vampire queen and (supposed to be) heir to the Nightosphere throne, stood in the doorway of the makeshift tree house staring out in the direction of the castle. Her brow was slightly furrowed, the only thing giving away her nervousness. Had she been alive, her heart would surely be beating out of her chest. Behind her, her bandmates, Keila, Bongo, and Guy were prepping themselves for their first show. Bongo was trying to stuff his non-existent legs into a pair of red boots, Guy was testing out the sound of his keyboard and Keila was studying her sheet music.

"This is it." Marceline said aloud, breathing in deeply through her nose. She didn't necessarily need air, but it comforted her just a bit. "New album, new sound, new everything."

"Relax, Marcy." Keila said. "It's only the first show. You have the entire tour to be nervous."

Marceline looked down, her gaze focusing on the candy people below stapling fliers to the trunks of the trees. "I know, but still." She turned around to face her friends. "It's just...I've been psyching myself for this since forever. Now that it's happening..."

Guy stood up and walked next to Marceline, placing a calm hand on her back. "Don't worry about it. We're here with you."

"Yeah!" Bongo agreed. "Besides, there are bigger things to worry about. Such as how to walk in these new boots!"

"Bongo, you have no feet." Keila said with a roll of her eyes.

"So?" Bongo said. "I can still dream."

"Seems a little farfetched, don't you think?" Guy said, mocking him.

Bongo made a face at him and took the boots off, floating off the floor and heading for his drum kit case. "Has anyone seen my sticks?"

"Check the bag." Keila said. She stood up from her corner and stretched. "We're gonna start moving the equipment. You gonna help, Marcy?"

"Um, actually, I gotta check on something." Marceline said, taking a mental note of the way her voice slightly trembled. She quickly composed herself and lifted herself into the air, grabbing her gray hoodie which hung from the nearest trunk. She threw it on and pulled the hood up over her face. With a quick glance behind her she said, "I'll meet you guys there. Don't wait up."

Marceline flew away from the tree at a brisk, but calming pace. Her destination was set in her mind, though she briefly contemplated turning around. She bit her lip, hard enough to pierce the skin but it was healed before she closed her mouth. She didn't want to tell her friends the true reason why she was afraid. Marceline wasn't afraid of anything, as far as her friends knew. What would a demon vampire chick like her have to fear anyway? She was the daughter of Hunson Abadeer, glob it! The most feared dude in all of Ooo, next to the Lich. You would think that would make her an emotionless momo, but quite the opposite. It was because of her father that she wanted to be different. And it was because of that right there that she cared about how well this show went tonight. She had millions of fans, of course they loved her. But there was only one opinion that she cared about.

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"You're gonna be my breakfast, baby!"

"You're gonna be my brunch!"

In the Candy Castle, Peppermint Butler and Cinnamon Bun were singing loudly (more like terribly) as they made their way around the main hall, sweeping and cleaning. Nearby, Finn and Jake held spray bottles and cloths. Singing along to the song, known as Boys For Breakfast by (who else?) Marceline & The Scream Queens, they too were washing down everything. The door opened and Princess Bubblegum walked in, her expression unhappy.

"What are you doing?" she demanded, hands on her hips. "The show is in less than an hour and barely anything is done!"

"S-sorry, Princess..." Cinnamon Bun said, returning to his task.

"Aw, c'mon, Princess!" Finn said, still jamming to the music playing only in his head. "You have to admit they have taste! It's totally mathematical!"

"Yeah!" Jake agreed. "It's like it's on repeat in my brain!"

Princess Bubblegum crossed her arms. "The music they play is no more than brainless goo. It's just pointless noise with no real motivation."

"That's the spirit, Bonnie." a mocking voice said from behind.

Princess Bubblegum turned around and resisted the urge to make a face. "Hello, Marceline."

"Remind me to keep what you said in mind while I'm on stage." Marceline said. She lowered herself to the floor. "Did you remember the candy coated microphone I asked for?"

"No, I've told you before." Bubblegum sighed. "We don't have that kind of equipment."

"Right." Marceline muttered, then said louder, "Shouldn't expect you to." She crossed her arms. "It's so hard to find someone that's actually intact with this time period."

For some reason, that comment put Bonnibel on edge. "I am so intact with this time period!"

Marceline laughed. "If only that were true. You always seem like you're a century late. Remember when you thought Iggy Pop was a soda?"

"That was ages ago!" the Princess argued, her hands balled into fists at her sides.

"Whatever." Marceline said dismissively.

At that moment, Peppermint Butler rushed up to Marceline, a microphone in his hands. "Here-here you go, Marceline! I made it myself!"

Marceline smirked and picked up the candied microphone. "That's more like it." She turned around and headed for the door, waving. "See you guys out there."

The minute she was gone, Princess Bubblegum rolled her eyes. "Yeah, right. Like I'd even be caught dead at one of her concerts."

"Wait, you're not going?!" Finn exclaimed. "But this is your festival! You worked your patoot off to prepare this!"

"It's not for me, Finn." Bubblegum said without looking at him. "It's for the Kingdom. I want no part of this."

"You don't mean that, Princess." Jake said. "You're just afraid of getting a bad seat!"

"Wha-?! I'm the Princess!" Bubblegum said. "I can get any seat I want!"

"Yeah, but where's the fun in that?" Finn asked.

"Come on, PB! At least listen to one song." Jake persuaded. "We're primo seat grabbers! If we get a decent spot, you'll have a front row seat to watch them possibly tank!"

Princess Bubblegum let that knowledge sink it, thinking about it. Really, she didn't want them to tank. She knew how good Marceline was. She had her reasons, and her secrets as well. Still, she couldn't turn down Finn or Jake. After another second, she sighed in defeat. "Fine, let's go."

"Yes!" Finn said, grabbing the princess' hand and leading her out the castle doors.

I just know I'm going to regret this... Bonnibel thought.

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I hope you enjoyed! I really want to continue this, so please let me know what you think in the reviews!

Thanks for reading!