"Am I going mad?" The young Fionna asked, her face filling with concern. The cat climbed up onto the bed, her ginger and white fur shining a little in the moonlight that spilled through the window. The cat gently placed her left paw against the child's forehead, and after a minute withdrew it.
"I am afraid so," Cake replied, "Totally bonkers. But let me tell you a secret, Girl. All the best people are." A weak smile danced across the 5 year old's lips.
"Now, do you think you can go to sleep?" The cat asked gently. Fionna nodded, her golden locks falling a bit into her face. The cat leaped down from the bed and stumbled towards her cat bed, exhaustion sweeping over her.
"Cake," Fionna asked. Cake stopped and turned her head to look at the tiny girl.
"Yeah?" The cat asked, sleepiness weaved heavily in her voice.
"Thanks." Cake smiled and continued for her bed, quickly reaching it and curling up. The fluffiness of the bed rubbing against her fur encouraged sleep to come, calling to it.
"Fionna!" Peppermint Maid said in annoyance, her shrill voice tearing through Fionna's memory. The 19-year-old girl flashed a glare to the candy maid.
"What?" Fionna snapped just as her head was bashed into the window. She rubbed the side of her head, feeling the silky smooth texture of her bunny hat. It had been a gift from Cake before she had died a few years back. The memory had floated into her mind because of the dream she had been repeatedly having lately. She shook it out of her mind. The last thing she needed was her past to weight down on her shoulders right now. She was heading to Prince Gumball's royal ball. He had sent the carriage as a ride, although she had declined the offer.
"Your stockings are showing." Fionna looked down at her baby blue party gown to see that Peppermint Maid was right. The dress went down to the middle of her shins, exposing her white stockings that ran up to her thighs. She blew a lock of her bangs out of her face.
"I know, Peppermint Maid, I purposely wore this length of dress," Fionna said agitatedly. It had always annoyed her when Peppermint Maid acted like her mother. It only happened when they were alone, but none of the less it still annoyed her to death.
"It isn't proper, you know," The maid said, eyeing the stockings as if they were rotting candy. Fionna let a groan escape her lips, not caring that the maid hated it when she did so.
"What about me isn't proper?" Fionna retorted, gesturing to her outfit. She wore her favorite bunny hat, that no matter how much the maid complained she wouldn't take off, a simple half sleeve baby blue dress that puffed out only a little. It had a white ribbon tied around the waist and it floated down the back of her dress. On her feet were black Mary Janes along with the white stockings that ended at her upper thighs. She turned back to the window, her eyes trying to capture the scenery that rushed by. If she pressed her right cheek against the window, she could see the outskirts of the Candy Kingdom.
She exhaled, sitting back against the stiff seats. By the looks of the pink fabric, you would think that it would be a comfortablely soft cushion. Wrong. They were as stiff as if they were brand new. And the way the back of the seats were angled, she had to either slouch or sit back. She didn't want Peppermint Maid nagging her about slouching, so she just dealt with how much it was uncomfortable to stretch her back so that it touched the back of the seats.
She was just getting comfortable when the carriage came to a stop. She bit her lip as the door opened. She watched as Peppermint Maid propperly, almost like she was putting on a show in Fionna's opinion, stepped out of the carriage. Fionna rose to her feet, trying not to hit her head on the lowly placed ceiling, and exited the vehicle. The sun was setting, causing pink and orange to dance along the sky. Another creation of nature just putting on a show. What next? Take a bow?
She glanced around at her surroundings. They were standing in front of a glittery, pink castle. She had memorized the way the castle stacked itself, each layer like a cake. A tree seemed to pop out of the top, the dark brown thick trunk casting a shadow on the ground a few yards from her. The sun peeked through each leaf, causing a pattern to weave on the ground. She could see Prince Gumball approaching, and she gave him a weak smile. She used to like him. She used to have a crush on the pink prince who was slightly taller than her. But she had waited years for him to just... notice her. Now that she was done, he had taken an interest. Irony seemed to like Fionna.
"May I have this dance?" He asked, bowing just enough to give her respect and holding out his hand. She nodded, although reluctantly. Why should she waste her time with him, when he wouldn't give a second for her? Yet, her body didn't listen as it put her hand in his. Music then rang in the air. It was a classic song, one of her least favorite kinds of music. Of course.
As they did a proper dance, which she kept herself from wrinkling her nose at, she could feel him watching her. His purple eyes had always seemed to stare right through her, as if she was bait waiting to be caught. It creeped her out, and she couldn't control the shiver that crawled up her spine like a spider.
"Miss Fionna," Gumball said casually in his overly propper voice, "Do you like me?" Fionna tensed at the question. She knew PG well enough to know what he really meant. Do you love me? The truth was, no. She crushed on him at one point, but never did she really seriously love him.
"Yes, of course I like you," Fionna said as innocently as she could. They only paused when he had to twirl her, then they continued.
"I mean really like me." Fionna stiffened even more. He wanted an answer right there and then. There was an entire Candy Kingdom attending the ball. She couldn't lie. Not with the banana guards there.
"Yeah, why wouldn't I?" She lied, her smile fake. He then stopped dancing and turned to her.
"Then meet me under the gazebo in 5 minutes," Was all he said before smiling and walking away. She let out a sigh. Things just got complicated. She sighed and started towards the frilly gardens. Minus how girly he had made it, she actually liked the gardens. Not because of the flowers. He could order every flower to be trimmed and it wouldn't affect her opinion. It was the high walls of leaves that she cared about. It gave her privacy, personal space. She looked up and saw that the sun had set and stars twinkled across the sky. Cake had told her once that they were a window to where all the heros and heroines went. She had a feeling that her sister could see her, walking through the gardens, uncertainty pricking at her heart.
She looked back down in front of her and narrowed her eyes. A rabbit? How peculiar. It was a white rabbit with a glossy coat, half hidden by a black jacket and tie. And it was holding... a pocketwatch? She looked closer. With a pink sword as a hand. She blinked at it. She really was going as mad as a hatter. She started to approach, taking one step at a time.
"Fionna!" She whipped her head around to where the voice came from over the garden wall. She glanced back at where the rabbit was only to see that it was gone. She let out a sigh and turned, jogging towards where she had originally came in.
"It is time," Peppermint Maid said, as she lead Fionna up towards the gazebo. Time? Time for what? The pocketwatch. Wait a second, I know that rabbit. That's the rabbit that... She let her thoughts fade in her head as she walked up the white steps of the gazebo. Prince Gumball was waiting, his purple eyes staring right through her once again. And once again, it creeped her out. PG took her hands gently, his soft pink skin gently clasping onto her pale skin. She was surprised when he knelt down onto one knee.
"Fionna the Human," Prince Gumball said, his voice louder than it needed to be, "Will you be my wife?" She wanted to raise an eyebrow, but she pushed aside the temptation. He had just proposed. She was frozen. She glanced at the crowd, her eyes scanning over each expectant face. She gently pulled her hands away and faced the crowd.
"I-I need to think about it," Was all she said before sprinting towards the gardens once again.
Author's Note: Yes, I do know this has been done before somewhere on . :P But I wanted to give it a whirl anyway. Is it decent? Should I continue?
