Heres my One shot intill i think of more ideas for my series. Enjoy!^^

P.S: They are 7 years old here


Marcelines POV

"Simon...Simon..where are you?" I yelled while crying. He left me a note earlier that he was leaving in hopes to protect me, but i was dedicated to finding him. We can adventure together. I don't want to be all alone in the doom of the human race without any friend. Hambo is okay,but i can never talk to him. I wish there was someone who could talk to me.

"He is gone Hambo...he must have left the area...somewhere not even i know of." i said. I sat down behind a tree,crying and crying. The tears kept on running down my cheek. Why does everyone i love have to leave me?

Marshall's POV

I don't believe Simone. The whole incident wasn't even that bad. No point of leaving me to protect me. I'm stuck in the middle of mutant monsters and magic like creatures with nobody.

I remember how the world use to be before i turned 4. I lived with my parents in the city. I would ride my bike, play with my neighbors, i couldn't wait to go to school and make lots of friends. I was in pre-school at the time, nobody knew i was a half demon.

But now this is what happens. Magic restored back to the world, with me and Simone left. Well, now just me. I wonder what it will make of this the next 1000 years.

But i m so mad at Simone right now. When i find her i am going to rage. Just because i'm little doesn't mean i couldn't have helped her fight off the skeleton creature and the bombs yesterday. I know how to turn into my bat form. She's not the only one with powers here.

I sighed at sat behind a tree. This is me. A 7 year old Marshall, stranded in it all. At least i though i was.

All the sudden i heard strange noises. It sounded like someone crying. i looked behind me,and on the other side of the tree was girl with black hair, overalls, and a red shirt. She had pointy ears and teeth like me. Could she be a demon too?

Marcelines POV

I suddenly stopped crying. I had feeling i was getting watched. i spun my head around and came face-to-face with a boy my age with black hair,overalls and a red shirt.

"Gah!" i yelled grabbing a stick and pointing it at his chest. He backed off scared and raised his arms in the air like he was going to surrender. "So sorry! I didn't mean to scare you! I-I-I" the boy began.