'I'm sure he's fine baby. Why do you care anyway?' I frowned at Cake as I picked another daisy. Gumball had us picking them for one of his 'missions'. Sometimes his missions were so lame.
'I care because he's my friend.' Cake bristled slightly. I really had no idea why she hated Marshall so much. 'Plus he's been gone for like, a week and he never told me he was leaving.' I stood up and dusted my clothes off. 'I'm gonna go investigate,' I said as I adjusted my pack straps. 'But what about Gumball's mission?'
'Picking daisies isn't a mission Cake.' I began to walk away. 'I'll be back. Don't wait up for me.' I could feel Cake bristle behind me as I walked away, but I didn't care. What did she have against Marshall? Sure he was a little mischievous and junk, but he'd never actually hurt anyone on purpose. I hoped he wasn't in any danger, but I couldn't shake the bad feeling that kept rising in my gut.
I arrived at the cave in record time and slunk silently up the steps. Maybe someone was holding him hostage. I couldn't take any chances. I peeked through the small window on the door, and saw nothing but a shadowy form I recognised as Schwabelle sitting in the middle of the room. I opened the door quietly, and the cat perked up instantly and meowed.
'Shh!' I shushed. The cat scampered over to me and leapt onto my head. That in itself was strange, seeing as Schwabelle seemed to hate me. She didn't scratch me or anything, but she almost seemed afraid of me most of the time. I reached for her and pulled her off my head. 'Schwabelle, where's Marshall?' I asked. Of course she couldn't talk, but maybe she'd be able to lead me to some clues or something.
She leapt out my arms and scampered into the kitchen. I followed and looked curiously as she scratched at the fridge. 'Oh, you're hungry.' She meowed loudly and I sighed. 'Schwabelle, we don't have time for food. Marshall could be in trouble.' She clawed even more frantically at the fridge and I sighed before opening it for her.
She grabbed something in her mouth and held it out to me. It was a small plate, but in the centre of it was a bright red hair. 'Did you keep this evidence for me?' I asked. She purred and weaved through my legs. 'You clever cat.' I scratched her head and sat at the table.
'But where or who did it come from?' Schwabelle leapt onto the table and scratched at something. 'Is that a… burn mark?' I raised an eyebrow and fingered the scorched wood. 'That wasn't there before.' Pieces started to fall together in my head. 'A red hair and scorch marks. I only know of one kind of person that fits this evidence.' I stood from my chair and held my arm out to Schwabelle, who walked up it and sat herself proudly on my head.
'To the Fire Kingdom Schwabelle!'
AN: So, first chapter guys! That's some compelling evidence, but what would a flame person want with Marshall? That is assuming it's a person of flame. Anywho, read on, my lovelies! :)