I was rudely shocked by how painful it was when Marshall bit me. I should've expected it, and asking him to turn me into a vampire probably wasn't the best idea in the world.
The pain started to fade into numbness as the blood drained from my system. I wasn't going to just die, was I? I felt cold all over, and, slowly, I felt like I was dying from the inside-out. I was gradually going limp, like a ragdoll, until all I saw was black and all I felt was cold.
I opened my eyes, or at least it seemed like I did, and saw a wonderful sight. I saw Cake, Gumball, Marshall, Monochromicorn, everyone I loved anf cared for was there. The smell of TreeTrunks's fresh aple pie filled my nostrils, beckoning me into the portal to GlobWorld, but my attention turned to a sound behind me. It looked like a portal back to my world. I saw Marshall, waiting for me beside my lifeless corpse. He seemed worried, like he wasn't sure if I would be coming back to him. I looked between GlobWorld and the living world. It was clear that I had to choose between paradise and Marshall. Surprisingly, the choice was pretty hard. In GlobWorld, I had everything I could ever want, but I had to remember: none of it was real. All of it was tuned to fit my imagination in a perfect world. The living world was real, even if it wasn't perfect. Everyone I knew and loved was actually there. I heard sobbing from the living world, and I looked over to the portal to see Marshall... crying? Did he think I was..?
The choice was clear now. I knew that Marshall would never forgive himself if I entered GlobWorld. Even if I went anyway, I'd always feel empty inside, knowing that none of it was real. I bravely headed for the portal to the living world, GlobWorld begging me to join the apparitions in false paradise. No matter what they tried to bribe me with, I walked to the portal, toward Marshall, the real one. He was sobbing into my body's shirt, probably thinking that I was gone forever. As soon as I stepped through the portal, everything went black.
The first thing I registered was the feel of Marshall's hot tears on my stomach, before jolting up instinctively with a loud gasp, which, of course, scared the living Glob out of him. I felt at my neck and face. Was I really here? Was this real? On the left side of my neck, I could feel two holes in my skin. On my face, I felt sharp fangs poking out from under my top lip. My hands were a blueish-grey colour now, like there was no blood there, which there wasn't.
"F...Fionna?" Marshall asked tentatively.
"Marshall?" I replied.
Marshall swept me into the air with a tight hug, enough to squeeze the breath out of me, if I'd had any left.
"I thought I'd never see you again," he whispered to me.
"Don't worry, Marshall," I comforted. "I'll always come back."