I don't own Adventure Time...
But if I did...
I would change nothing.
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The first time you hear about Bonnibelle you said "cool," and continued to strum your axe bass. You did think it was pretty cool. In your nine hundred and something years of life, you have never heard of a girl made out of candy, much less that she was a princess, and the fact that she was created by a mad scientist was just a little bonus. You strum your bass again, and the fact sinks into your head. A princess... made of candy. Inspiration hits you, and suddenly you're belting out a song about a sweet young girl, a promising future, and a young hero that saves her kingdom
"Hey Ash," you tell your boyfriend. "What do you think about the song?"
"What song? Hey, Marceline, can I get a sandwich? This spell is taking forever to learn."
"Yeah, sure babe," you say getting up and going to the kitchen, the song still buzzing in your head. 'Maybe I'll sing it to her,' you say, and decide to head to her kingdom tomorrow.
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"Where is it..." you wonder out loud, flying high above the Land of Ooo. "The map says it should be around here..." you spot a small hut in the place where the candy girl's kingdom should be. "This can't possible be it..."
You land in front of the hut and a strong smell of peppermint hits your sensitive nose, mixed with small bursts of bubblegum. You scratch your head, and knock on the door.
"Yes? Who is it?" A man's voice grumbles. "It's the middle of the night, and I'm in the middle of an experiment."
"Uh... I'm Marceline. I'm a vampire," you say, suddenly not sure if that's the best way to introduce yourself. "Oh, I'm a musician, but, I don't drink blood!" You yell out awkwardly. "Never mind, I'll just leave... I don't even know what I'm doing here..."
The door of the hut opened, and an old man with a wild mustache stepped out, a bewildered look on his face. "What business do you have here?"
"Uh... I heard a princess made of bubblegum lived here, but, I guess I was wrong."
The old man laughed, and walked back inside his hut. "Well, you're not entirely wrong... are you sure you don't drink blood?"
"I only drink the color red. It curves the blood lust."
"Come in then, Miss. Marceline."
Inside, the hut didn't look half bad. It had an actual floor and a table full of bubbling beakers. A crib was in the corner of the room, next to what you assumed was the old man's bed. The smell of bubblegum was stronger inside, and the peppermint was suffocating.
"I guess the word has spread about my little girl," the old man said, sitting down in front of his bubbling beakers and grabbing a pipe. He turned it on, blue smoke filling his breathing space quickly. It smelled of blueberries. "I just called her my princess, but since this whole land is composed of kingdoms, they must have confused her with a real princess," he laughed again. "Maybe one day she will be a real princess."
"Is she really made of candy?" You ask, and you turn, curious, towards the crib.
"Bubblegum, to be precise," he said also turning towards the crib. "I hope you don't think I was experimenting on my child... I was working with the bacteria that had once made humans... and my gum fell into a beaker full of boiling said bacteria. It turned pink... and suddenly a small fetus had formed. It grew larger, and in 11 months she had fully formed, of course I had moved her to a larger container. I wasn't sure what had happened, but as I saw her grow... she just took my heart," the old man blew out smoke, and looked at you. "Is that what you were curious about?"
"Well, yeah and no," you say, grabbing your axe bass from behind you. "I was curious, but the main reason I came here was 'cuz I made a song for her," you say, strumming your bass and floating towards the crib. The baby inside was small, and pink, and she was staring at you with eyes wide open. "Whoa, she's wide awake old man, isn't it a bit late for her?"
"Would you like to lull her to sleep? I'm sure those were your intentions when you came here anyways."
"Hey, how did you know? All right old man, I'll do you this favor once, but don't think I'll do it again. Try not to doze off either," you laugh, strumming your bass, looking for that melody, that feeling that comes from your silent, cold heart as it lies still in your chest.
"Oh Princess made of caaandy,
Oh Princess made of suuugar,
Oh Princess made of sweetness,
You look at me so tenderly.
Your eyes so big, your lips so pink,
His hands so rough, on your skin,
He kidnaps you from your throne,
He takes you far away from home.
And I- won't stand here,
And I- will have no fear,
I will be your champion,
I will take you to your land,
Where life for you is pink and sweet,
Where life for you is just a dream,
Where my love for you will cover you,
And nothing will ever harm you-
Oh horrible man...
With those... rough hands...
Return my Princess to her throne...
Return her to her sweet home...
Where she can keep on dreaming...
And she'll be the... sweetest thing...
You have ever seeeen!"
You look down at the crib. She was asleep. You smiled. This was nice, you haven't smiled like this for awhile. You were satisfied with the song you sang. Ash was constantly ragging about every song you make. Picking at the small imperfections. He doesn't understand that that's what makes a song beautiful, but you were happy with this song, even if it was far from perfect. You turn to the old man; he's already asleep as well.
"I told you not to snooze old man," you whisper, leaving the hut.
Outside, dawn was breaking. Luckily, home isn't far from the little hut.
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Hopefully you enjoyed this. :{)
That emoticon has a mustache!