Intelligent life has always formed mighty empires and kingdoms. The ancients had Egypt, Greece and Rome. Later came England, Russia, Germany. The last great power of the human world was the United States of America. The mightiest empire of Ooo was the Candy Kingdom.
Princess Bonibelle Bubblegum was a good ruler, though she actually did little ruling. The people of the Candy Kingdom were simple, and went about their daily lives without a care for what their government actually did, or what their officials did in their private time.
And she liked it this way. This allowed her more time to devote to her studies, inventing, creating, morphing. She knew just about every function, of every body part, of every creature. She could cure just about any disease. She could creat amazing inventions for just about any problem one could have. Of all the minds in the land of Ooo, her's was one of the greatest.
On the day our story begins, she had awoken about half an hour earlier than usual. At first she groaned and tried to go back to sleep, but eventually got out of bed, bathed, and changed into one of her simpler gowns.
She walked into her throne room and sat down, leafing through a few of her plans for inventions, before hearing a feminine, somewhat melodic voice from above.
"Hey, Bonibelle, how's it hanging?"
She looked up to see Marceline the Vampire Queen. She was wearing a grey tank top, jeans, and red boots, hanging upside down at the knees from a rafter.
Bonibelle shrugged. "I have an appointment with a few archeologists scheduled. Those are always boring."
Marceline rolled her eyes "You're one to talk."
"At least what I talk about still matters. What's the point of studying something that's already finished with? My discoveries are some of the most important ones made in centuries." She added her last comment a bit too smugly for Marceline's taste, however true the statement may be.
Marceline began absentmindedly chewing on a piece of rafter, which happened to be some sort of cookie. "I wouldn't be so cocky, Princess. Someone might find something interesting out there, something not too good about you."
"Well, I have nothing to hide. The past doesn't matter. Never has."
Marceline paused and thought a moment, as she began floating through the air.
"Bonibelle, what do you believe in? You know, Glob, Cosmic Owl, and all that?"
She was shocked that Marceline would ask her such a personal question out of the blue, but answered anyway. "I don't believe in any of that. It never mattered much to me."
"And where do you think we all came from?"
Bubblegum thought for a moment, before giving the answer, "I don't know."
She had never enjoyed being last to know something, whether it be gossip or a new scientific study. She prided herself on knowing just about everything in Ooo. And know, here she was, not knowing the answer to a question about her own thoughts. She had never thought much of an origin, and she didn't know much about it, beyond her own biological studies, which simply made an origin more complicated to understand. Any simpleton could give a ridiculous, yet truthful answer, but she couldn't. She felt stupid, and even angry. Angry at herself for not knowing, angry at the answer for not being obvious, angry at Marceline for asking.
"Where are you going with this?" she asked grouchily. Before Marceline could answer, Peppermint Butler walked in.
"The archeologists have arrived, m'lady."
A/N So what do you think so far? I've wanted to do something involving the Mushroom War for awhile, and here it is.