Hi Everyone! Thanks for reading my story, this is my first time writing a fan fic for Adventure Time so I hope you like it! The story will follow PB through her childhood, her time with Marceline (slight Bubbline but nothing salacious) and the beginnings of her trouble with the Ice King, ending with a revelation that I hope you guys will like =)This being a Biography of sorts it will be a little longer and more involved than typical fan fics but I hope you guys will enjoy the ride. Now without further ado, here we go. . .


Prologue: Bubblegum Castle

Princess Bubblegum looked out of her castle window as her thoughts began to drift. Though she cherished her research time, this was a special time just for her to be alone with her thoughts of which there were so many. She thanked Glob for making her brain so mailable, it was always stretching to accommodate new knowledge. She nibbled on her sandwich, hydroponically grown in the castle gardens, and crossed the room to the window. She watched her beloved citizens play and go about their day. She smiled to herself, proud of the life that she had given them, glad that they had, for the most part, not experienced the world In the same way that Finn and Jake had, the unspeakable trauma of the great mushroom war, or the years of struggle and loneliness that preluded her reign as Princess of the candy kingdom.

Chapter 1: An Old Story

A Long Time Ago. . .

"I love it, it's perfect" Bonni exclaimed, her eyes lit up with excitement. "I'm glad you like it" Her grandfather said wrapping her in a warm hug. Her grandfather was very old and brittle as his flesh was beginning to dry up, her parents warned her to be gentle with him and not squeeze him too tight, but this was a special occasion, her eighth birthday, and he had given her the perfect gift, a brand new chemistry set. She ripped open the box with wild abandon, a trait she didn't usually exhibit, except where science was concerned. Her whole family lived and breathed science.

Her mother was a bio chemist and her father was a former surgeon turned medical researcher. They even had their own lab downstairs so that they could be close to both their research and their daughter. They were always going back and forth during the day between parenting and lab work. The two lived in their lab coats as if they were expecting some clandestine theory to strike them during lunch. Bonni wanted to follow in their footsteps ever since she could remember and longed for the day she could don her own lab coat and be a part of their team. Her parents usually included Bonni in their research, asking her what she thought about their theories and showing her what the lab equipment does. The past few weeks had been different, they had cloistered themselves in the lab almost everyday and Bonni could tell that they had been dodging her questions about their latest research.

"You know if it wasn't for science we wouldn't be here" Grandpa said leaning forward. Bonnie's father shot him a stern look. "Let me get you some more water, dad" her mother said," Bonnibel can you come help me?" "Mom the chem-" her mother looked at her with pleading eyes and she begrudgingly got up and accompanied her into the kitchen. Her mother set to work, grabbing a pitcher from the fridge and stirring in a cloudy pink substance. Bonnie hopped up onto the counter kicking her legs against the graham cracker cabinets. "Mom is that true, what grandpa said?" She asked, trying to sound nonchalant. Her mother sighed, "well Bonni, There are many theories, after the war there-" "War, What war?" She asked, worry creeping into her voice. "It was a long time ago Bonnibel, that's all you need to know" She lifted her daughter off the counter and set her on the floor. "Here Bonni, Take this to your grandfather" her mother said, handing her the pitcher. "What is this pink stuff, Mom?" She asked, the liquid sloshing around in her small hands. "It's a candy bio serum that your father and I have been working on, we're hoping that it can help grandpa stay-with us." As she carried the pitcher to her grandfather, he seemed to age before her eyes, he seemed more frail and his formerly dark pink hair seemed to inch even closer to gray with every step. She suddenly regretted her hug, her parents were right, grandpa was far too fragile.

"There she is" her grandfather said smiling warmly as he handed her his glass, she filled it with the pink liquid and she watched him gulp it down, please work, she silently willed. "Do you feel better?" she asked anxiously, "I feel-I feel-great!" he swept Bonni up in his arms and danced around the room with her, twirling her and throwing her in the air. Yay it worked, grandpa's going to be okay, we can all stay together fore-. Bonni hit the ground hard, the wind was knocked out of her body and she was stunned. She felt arms pulling her up to her feet and wrapping around her. It was her father, he cradled her to him and carried her to his lab. "What happened?" she asked as he checked her vitals. "Grandpa, he tried to do too much and he-he overestimated himself." Her father muttered never looking up from his instruments. Bonni could tell he was fighting back something, she wasn't sure if it was anger, rage, fear, sadness but she knew it was something troubling.

"Everything looks okay" he said finally. "Sorry BonBon this birthday hasn't been exactly. . ." "Tops blooby" she offered weakly. He smiled, a rare moment of Levity for such a serious man. "Yea, Tops" he said ruffling her hair. "Let's see if we can fix that, shall we?" She took his hand and he lead her back out to the dining room where her cake was waiting for her. It was a fruit cake with yogurt frosting, Bonni didn't eat candy. She loved it though, the colors and the smells of it, but she was very intuitive for an eight year old and aware that, even in some small way, she was akin to the colorful little treats. Sometimes she would even play with them, making little candy people and pretending to be princess of her own candy castle, a magical land where where no one was ever eaten.

The room was mostly dark except for the dim light of the eight small candles atop the cake, she could just make out the silhouette of her mother and a darker figure in the back of the room, hunched over a cup of tea. "Happy Birthday Sweetie" her mother said, setting the cake down in front of her, "make a wish Bonnibel." She looked around the room at her family, I wish we would always be together she thought as she blew out her candles.

The next day Bonni spent the afternoon collecting rock samples to analyze with her new chemistry set when she came upon something strange. They were made of dark metal and stood in stark relief against the golden fields and trees that laid just beyond their property. One of the reasons her parents had decided to relocate their research so Bonni could grow up outside the metal confines of the labs. Yet here it was in the middle of nowhere, strange metal tubes with a weird yellow symbol on the side, she had seen that symbol before, when her parents lived in the city. She wasn't sure how, as her parents relocated when she was very young, but something about that symbol made a lump of fear rise in her throat. She turned and ran towards the house, the rocks in her pocket pummeling the side of her leg. "Grandpa, Grandpa" she called,she saw him as she came back up the steep hill sitting on the back porch swinging on the porch swing and sipping a cup of iced tea. "Gran I sa some weir scar met" she bent over and allowed herself a moment to catch her breath. Her grandpa motioned for her to come sit down and gave her a sip of his iced tea. "I saw something. . .scary" she said breathlessly. She could see a troubling look come over him, distorting his features. "What was it, Bonni?" he said cautiously, she got up to go back down the hill, but he grabbed her arm and set her back down beside him. "Describe it to me" he said, producing a drawing pad and a bit of graphite from the side table where he had set the iced tea. He handed her the glass, and she gulped it down. Before he retired, Grandpa was a botanist, he had illustrated his own dictionary of plant life that was still used by scientists today. Bonnie went on to describe the tubes she had seen,"they were made of dark colored metal, one end was pointed and the other end had three pointed legs that it stood on." She saw her

grandfather's face change from concentration to confusion to fear. "Was there a symbol on these. . .tubes?" "Yeah it was yellow and. . ." grandpa held his finger up as he finished his drawing. He turned the drawing towards her hesitantly, "is this it, Bonni?" "Yes!" she said excitedly, "what is it?" He didn't say anything, he slowly lowered the drawing pad and withdrew a pipe from his shirt pocket, he crushed up some mint leaves and put them in before lighting it. He inhaled and blew out a ring of sweet smelling smoke. "Bonni, I think it's time I told you an old story. . ."